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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.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"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674</id><updated>2009-10-30T18:46:33.667-05:00</updated><title type="text">cynical much?</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/CynicalMuch" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-1793170974086958710</id><published>2009-10-24T07:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T07:27:24.491-05:00</updated><title type="text">huh??</title><content type="html">Why is it a bad thing to text while driving, yet it's OK to bang an address into ones car's navigation system?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-1793170974086958710?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/1793170974086958710/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=1793170974086958710" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1793170974086958710" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1793170974086958710" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/10/huh.html" title="huh??" /><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16142146591950895570" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-8797858024022873954</id><published>2009-10-17T18:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T18:43:52.579-05:00</updated><title type="text">acts of God</title><content type="html">My homeowners' insurance policy says it doesn't cover "acts of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if you're an atheist?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-8797858024022873954?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/8797858024022873954/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=8797858024022873954" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8797858024022873954" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8797858024022873954" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/10/acts-of-god.html" title="acts of God" /><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16142146591950895570" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-4926084335402832119</id><published>2009-10-03T08:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T08:31:06.359-05:00</updated><title type="text">a sad day</title><content type="html">If you like little kids and puppies, then &lt;a href="http://life-in-the-triangle.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-be-patient-shall-we.html"&gt;don't read this article&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-4926084335402832119?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/4926084335402832119/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=4926084335402832119" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4926084335402832119" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4926084335402832119" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/10/sad-day.html" title="a sad day" /><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16142146591950895570" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-1975115347711184408</id><published>2009-09-30T05:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:45:25.409-05:00</updated><title type="text">a million years</title><content type="html">"I wouldn't have guessed that in a million years!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often have you heard that as a response to a query you've posed?  Here's how I'm going to respond next time someone says that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, DUH!  It's not like you're gonna live to be a million years old!  Besides, after a million years, who's likely to remember the question??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-1975115347711184408?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/1975115347711184408/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=1975115347711184408" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1975115347711184408" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1975115347711184408" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/09/million-years.html" title="a million years" /><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16142146591950895570" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-2976489733898936113</id><published>2009-09-30T04:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T05:02:32.777-05:00</updated><title type="text">12 "for," 11 "against," teens abstain</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Panel votes to restore abstinence education money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/09/29/AR2009092904003.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;The Associated Press&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, September 29, 2009; 11:31 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;WASHINGTON -- A Senate committee voted Tuesday night to restore $50 million a year in federal funding for abstinence-only education that President Barack Obama has pushed to eliminate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if there is anything good to come out of this, it's that the move will result in more taxpayers to help defray the $50M costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-2976489733898936113?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/2976489733898936113/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=2976489733898936113" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/2976489733898936113" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/2976489733898936113" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/09/panel-votes-to-restore-abstinence.html" title="12 &quot;for,&quot; 11 &quot;against,&quot; teens abstain" /><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16142146591950895570" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-8480005409230732927</id><published>2009-09-13T13:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T13:13:26.125-05:00</updated><title type="text">rest room?  I don't think so.</title><content type="html">Please read my article, &lt;a href="http://sardonicynic.blogspot.com/2009/09/worst-mens-room-ive-ever-had-pleasure.html"&gt;Worst Men's Room I've ever had the Pleasure to Visit&lt;/a&gt;, for a firsthand look at what restaurants are passing off as a customer courtesy these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;" class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-8480005409230732927?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/8480005409230732927/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=8480005409230732927" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8480005409230732927" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8480005409230732927" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/09/rest-room-i-dont-think-so.html" title="rest room?  I don't think so." /><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16142146591950895570" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-3065261252003120135</id><published>2009-07-24T17:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T05:10:28.186-05:00</updated><title type="text">more dating advice</title><content type="html">Here's some dating advice from one of my single buddies, learned the hard way - once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After first meeting a new girl, under no circumstances, no matter how much it may seem to apply, are you to say, "That's cool!  Is that your stripper name?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deal killer, right there, let me tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-3065261252003120135?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/3065261252003120135/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=3065261252003120135" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/3065261252003120135" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/3065261252003120135" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-dating-advice.html" title="more dating advice" /><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16142146591950895570" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-6606158652110907586</id><published>2009-07-11T07:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T07:41:20.557-05:00</updated><title type="text">the new GM</title><content type="html">"Good news, sweetie!" the mother began, "The all new, Gov't run General Motors will be trying to get younger buyers such as yourself into their nearest showrooms!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news, however, is that the nearest showroom will be 250 miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-6606158652110907586?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/6606158652110907586/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=6606158652110907586" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/6606158652110907586" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/6606158652110907586" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-gm.html" title="the new GM" /><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16142146591950895570" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-6003896943031475232</id><published>2009-07-08T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:15:04.472-05:00</updated><title type="text">07/08/09</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://sardonicynic.blogspot.com/2009/07/070809.html"&gt;Read here&lt;/a&gt; for a bit of insight into a rare phenomenon on the occasion of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;07/08/09&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-6003896943031475232?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/6003896943031475232/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=6003896943031475232" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/6003896943031475232" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/6003896943031475232" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/07/070809.html" title="07/08/09" /><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16142146591950895570" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-8496453371015111961</id><published>2009-06-12T19:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T19:56:56.382-05:00</updated><title type="text">chass titty boner</title><content type="html">Well, I see that &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0095106/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chastity Bono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has come up with &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/#hl=en&amp;amp;q=chastity+bono+sex+change"&gt;yet another ploy&lt;/a&gt; to piss off &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000333/"&gt;her mom.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-8496453371015111961?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/8496453371015111961/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=8496453371015111961" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8496453371015111961" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8496453371015111961" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/06/chass-titty-boner.html" title="chass titty boner" /><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16142146591950895570" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-797599845230836588</id><published>2009-05-18T17:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:55:06.195-05:00</updated><title type="text">stress</title><content type="html">The doctor told me to take a deep breath and count to ten whenever I feel stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm up to 30,000 now and still don't feel any better.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-797599845230836588?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/797599845230836588/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=797599845230836588" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/797599845230836588" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/797599845230836588" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/05/stress.html" title="stress" /><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16142146591950895570" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-37318600709882992</id><published>2009-05-15T05:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T05:22:05.810-05:00</updated><title type="text">american idle</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://sardonicynic.blogspot.com/2009/05/american-idle.html"&gt;Need I say more?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-37318600709882992?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/37318600709882992/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=37318600709882992" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/37318600709882992" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/37318600709882992" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/05/american-idle.html" title="american idle" /><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16142146591950895570" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-2698499752460487990</id><published>2009-05-02T07:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T07:44:14.864-05:00</updated><title type="text">"creative" baby names II</title><content type="html">The other day a colleague presented me with the following riddle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and wife teamed up to come up with the following name for their darling little daughter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La - a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now take a moment or two and see if you can figure out how these parents intended this name to be pronounced, and also how this poor child will be ridiculed for the rest of her life because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not pronounced Leah, (Lay-uh, as in Princess Leia) nor is it La'a (Hawaiian for Law-ah.)  It's not supposed to be said like "laaaah" or anything else like that.  No, this angel got saddled with a name that is supposed to be pronounced - are you ready for this?  Ladasha.  Get it?  La "Dash" a.  I'd say that about 99% - no, make that 100% of the people she comes across will not know how to pronounce it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, by the way, is a true story.  You can't make stuff up like this.  If anyone could appreciate this post, it would be my friend &lt;a href="http://animalmind.blogspot.com/"&gt;M@&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two more of my posts about baby names:  &lt;a href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/02/pet-peeve-4.html"&gt;Post 1&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/08/creative-baby-names.html"&gt;Post2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-2698499752460487990?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/2698499752460487990/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=2698499752460487990" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/2698499752460487990" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/2698499752460487990" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/05/creative-baby-names-ii.html" title="&quot;creative&quot; baby names II" /><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16142146591950895570" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-8442897126703076711</id><published>2009-05-02T06:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T07:45:47.795-05:00</updated><title type="text">I hate tongue twisters</title><content type="html">Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Peppers.&lt;br /&gt;How Many Pickled Peckers did Peter Piper Pick?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-8442897126703076711?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/8442897126703076711/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=8442897126703076711" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8442897126703076711" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8442897126703076711" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate-tongue-twisters.html" title="I hate tongue twisters" /><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16142146591950895570" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-6142759035620560185</id><published>2009-04-08T07:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T07:26:34.990-05:00</updated><title type="text">sex, Ed?</title><content type="html">Much has been said about parents who feel that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sex education should be done at home&lt;/span&gt; and not by the public school system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about this idea.  At thirteen, all kids are given a test of general understanding about sex, STDs,  and how babies are made.  Nothing complex, overly graphic, or beyond their comprehension - just knowledge any thirteen year old should have in order to keep themselves and others safe.  Then, if the kid doesn't get a passing grade, that kid's going to get sex-ed, no matter what the parents want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents say they want to be the ones who teach their children about sex - but then don't do it.  C'mon, people, either &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2005/09/permission.html"&gt;teach&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;your kids about sex, (assuming you have the resources to do so,) or allow the Education System in your state to educate them.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-6142759035620560185?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/6142759035620560185/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=6142759035620560185" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/6142759035620560185" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/6142759035620560185" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/04/sex-ed.html" title="sex, Ed?" /><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16142146591950895570" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-6989381707233402908</id><published>2009-04-04T15:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:54:58.816-05:00</updated><title type="text">yeah, that could be a problem</title><content type="html">I have an uncle who has a really bad problem for which there may be no help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's addicted to twelve-step programs.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-6989381707233402908?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/6989381707233402908/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=6989381707233402908" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/6989381707233402908" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/6989381707233402908" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeah-that-could-be-problem.html" title="yeah, that could be a problem" /><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16142146591950895570" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-4163700402285040788</id><published>2009-03-29T18:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:56:48.331-05:00</updated><title type="text">be sure to look your best!</title><content type="html">Take a look at &lt;a href="http://sardonicynic.blogspot.com/2009/03/job-interviews-and-tattoos.html"&gt;this quick post &lt;/a&gt;and the statement it makes about tattoos and job interviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-4163700402285040788?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/4163700402285040788/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=4163700402285040788" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4163700402285040788" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4163700402285040788" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/03/be-sure-to-look-your-best.html" title="be sure to look your best!" /><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16142146591950895570" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-4951634388999396079</id><published>2009-03-21T09:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:17:32.530-05:00</updated><title type="text">those funny people in sheboygan</title><content type="html">Here's an interesting post about one of my favorite topics, &lt;a href="http://criticalthinkingmasses.blogspot.com/2009/03/double-standard-in-sheboygan.html"&gt;The Double Standard.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-4951634388999396079?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/4951634388999396079/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=4951634388999396079" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4951634388999396079" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4951634388999396079" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/03/those-funny-people-in-sheboygan.html" title="those funny people in sheboygan" /><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16142146591950895570" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-4122108688482642030</id><published>2009-03-12T18:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:55:55.236-05:00</updated><title type="text">threesome much?</title><content type="html">A man approaches his wife and asks, "Honey, would you ever consider a threesome?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, "Sure!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really?" he asks, hardly believing his ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You bet!" she begins, "But I get to pick the other guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-4122108688482642030?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/4122108688482642030/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=4122108688482642030" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4122108688482642030" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4122108688482642030" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/03/threesome-much.html" title="threesome much?" /><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16142146591950895570" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-1227982166852054261</id><published>2009-02-21T13:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T06:08:02.072-05:00</updated><title type="text">homosexuality is treatable</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;amp;safe=off&amp;amp;q=homosexuality+treatable&amp;amp;btnG=Search&amp;amp;aq=f&amp;amp;oq="&gt;homosexuality treatable&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sure!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are &lt;i style=""&gt;plenty&lt;/i&gt; of ways to treat homosexuals.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fun&lt;/u&gt; ways that can please both heterosexuals &lt;i style=""&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; homosexuals.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wanna know what they are?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wanna know several ways to treat homosexuals?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, for one, you could treat homosexuals with respect.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You could treat them with kindness, compassion, courtesy, and sympathy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You could treat them with dignity, honor, and doggone it, maybe even with civility.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So as I said, there are &lt;i style=""&gt;many ways&lt;/i&gt; we can treat homosexuals.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ya just gotta know how.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;UPDATE:  For more on this issue, &lt;a href="http://life-in-the-triangle.blogspot.com/2009/03/discrimination-by-amendment.html"&gt;read this post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-1227982166852054261?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/1227982166852054261/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=1227982166852054261" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1227982166852054261" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1227982166852054261" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/02/homosexuality-is-treatable.html" title="homosexuality is treatable" /><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16142146591950895570" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-1799657131102778352</id><published>2009-02-08T12:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T12:56:55.973-05:00</updated><title type="text">Heard at the coffee shop</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;"I'm all in favor of my school district spending more on ensuring qualified teachers are brought into high-poverty neighborhoods to teach low-income students - as long as my taxes don't go up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-1799657131102778352?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/1799657131102778352/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=1799657131102778352" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1799657131102778352" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1799657131102778352" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/02/heard-at-coffee-shop.html" title="Heard at the coffee shop" /><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16142146591950895570" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-1029625141165132036</id><published>2009-02-04T17:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T17:12:29.129-05:00</updated><title type="text">toodle-oodle casserole</title><content type="html">A kindergarten teacher asked her students what their favorite meal is.  There were the usual responses such as pizza and hot dogs, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she came to Lizzie, her answer was a bit odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and what is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;favorite food, Lizzie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"toodle-oodle casserole," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, Lizzie, but would you say that again please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"toodle-oodle casserole."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week, Lizzie's mother showed up for a teacher conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mrs Gordon, if you don't mind me asking, what is Lizzie's favorite food?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not at all!" the mother began, "Lizzie likes tuna noodle casserole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-1029625141165132036?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" 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xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-6484879931021368368</id><published>2009-01-31T06:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T06:20:50.198-05:00</updated><title type="text">looks like a cyclone hit it</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From one of &lt;a href="http://1sttimeinvestor.blogspot.com/"&gt;my other blogs&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Riddle for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question&lt;/span&gt;:  What's the difference between a tornado and the U.S. Economy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Answer&lt;/span&gt;: One leaves a path of destruction as it brings down homes and takes away cars and other prized possessions and personal belongings and the other is a wind storm.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-6484879931021368368?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/6484879931021368368/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=6484879931021368368" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/6484879931021368368" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/6484879931021368368" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/01/looks-like-cyclone-hit-it.html" title="looks like a cyclone hit it" /><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16142146591950895570" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-4487079727506784179</id><published>2009-01-30T13:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T13:10:24.115-05:00</updated><title type="text">what do you get?</title><content type="html">What do you get if you were to cross these dogs together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Schnauzer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spitz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beagle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Newfoundland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Poodle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna love this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schnitzel with Noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-4487079727506784179?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/4487079727506784179/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=4487079727506784179" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4487079727506784179" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4487079727506784179" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-do-you-get.html" title="what do you get?" /><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16142146591950895570" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-841636019833434398</id><published>2009-01-28T22:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T07:57:35.505-05:00</updated><title type="text">eight is enough (actually, too many)</title><content type="html">By now I suppose you've heard the story of the &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;amp;safe=off&amp;amp;q=houston+octuplets&amp;amp;btnG=Search&amp;amp;aq=f&amp;amp;oq="&gt;Houston mother who gave birth to octuplets&lt;/a&gt; this week.  According to one article, &lt;blockquote&gt;Details about how the octuplets were conceived have not been released, but doctors not involved in the delivery believe the mother was likely on fertility treatment.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I wonder why doctors thought it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;likely &lt;/span&gt;she was on babymaker pills.  It seems that whenever you hear stories about multiple births of four or more kids, Mom is on fertility meds.  I feel badly for couples who are having difficulty conceiving a child and then going from none to eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were 2 girls and 6 boys.  I'm just picturing these girls trying to get a date when they're older.  A 16 year old guy comes up to one, chats her up a bit, then asks her out.  She says OK, and he says, "do you have a sister for my buddy?"  Yeah - and she's my age.  "Oh, you're twins?"  No, she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly six boys, all appearing to be the exact same age, come around the corner and scare the guys away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about how boys eat?  Sure, the 2 girls will always be watching their weight - some things will never change - but I know boys who can put away two steaks at a single meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, I'm going to the store - do you need anything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, get three Ultra-Slim-Slows, twelve steaks, and whatever you want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out this mother &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;amp;q=eight+babies+six+already&amp;amp;btnG=Google+Search"&gt;already had six kids&lt;/a&gt; - and she's only 33 years old.  Fourteen kids.  I know some teachers who have less than that in their whole classroom.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-841636019833434398?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/841636019833434398/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=841636019833434398" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/841636019833434398" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/841636019833434398" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/01/eight-is-enough-actually-too-many.html" title="eight is enough (actually, too many)" /><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16142146591950895570" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry></feed>
