<?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: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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5288712</id><updated>2024-03-07T06:36:47.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Desert of the Mind</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to the Desert. &#xa;Through a twist of fate, a blog that was supposed to be in Arizona, ended up in the heart ...&#xa; ... of home</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246340394083020831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>753</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5288712.post-8131115098017755759</id><published>2009-10-25T17:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T17:51:08.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog - Analog Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/larimdame/4044361356/&quot; title=&quot;photo sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2781/4044361356_ec9fb471c9_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;border: solid 2px #000000;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/larimdame/4044361356/&quot;&gt;Blog - Analog Edition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/larimdame/&quot;&gt;LarimdaME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot; /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/feeds/8131115098017755759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5288712/8131115098017755759?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/8131115098017755759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/8131115098017755759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-analog-edition.html' title='Blog - Analog Edition'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246340394083020831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2781/4044361356_ec9fb471c9_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5288712.post-6921678278543844784</id><published>2009-10-01T21:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:48:18.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Dollar Dinner: Sausages, Sauted Peppers, and Salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/larimdame/3964402917/&quot; title=&quot;photo sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2567/3964402917_f371233183_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;border: solid 2px #000000;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/larimdame/3964402917/&quot;&gt;FIve Dollara Dinner: Sausages, sauted peppers, and Salad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/larimdame/&quot;&gt;LarimdaME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not pictured: the salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Why sausages all the time?&quot; I get asked. Because it&#39;s one of the cheapest meats you can get, and when you&#39;re on a $5 budget, $4 for meat just doesn&#39;t work. $2.50 for 6 sausages, $.40 for a mixed pepper, $1.25 for red leaf lettuce, $.60 for carrots, $.25 for small red onion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash and chop 6-7 leaves of the lettuce. Thin slice and dice the red onion. Grate the carrot. Viola! Salad that easily feeds 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow cook sausages in pot over low heat, approx 30 minutes. Remove coked sausages and drain most of the oil. Rough chop the other onion half, the pepper, and maybe the carrot. Saute over medium heat. Add garlic to taste. Maybe some salt, although the sausage juices should have enough. Add back sausages after 10 minutes, saute until hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve with rice, makes 2-3 servings.&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot; /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/feeds/6921678278543844784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5288712/6921678278543844784?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/6921678278543844784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/6921678278543844784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/2009/10/five-dollar-dinner-sausages-sauted.html' title='Five Dollar Dinner: Sausages, Sauted Peppers, and Salad'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246340394083020831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2567/3964402917_f371233183_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5288712.post-835542885859792644</id><published>2009-09-23T21:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:00:26.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>$5 Dinner: Sweet Pork Sausages, Rice, and Sauted French Cut String Beans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/larimdame/3949108586/&quot; title=&quot;photo sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3458/3949108586_6af7027865_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;border: solid 2px #000000;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/larimdame/3949108586/&quot;&gt;$5 Dinner: Sweet Pork Sausages, Rice, and Sauted French Cut String Beans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/larimdame/&quot;&gt;LarimdaME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It&#39;s a lie, really. The food cost $5.05, and I&#39;m not counting the cost of the rice. But otherwise, it&#39;s all there. Sausages, simple sauce, and some sauteed green beans ( a staple nearly on par with rice in my cooking arsenal) for a quick cheap dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Premio suasages from Associated - ~$3.30&lt;br /&gt;1 large package frozen french cut string beans - ~$1.30&lt;br /&gt;1 small can Associated tomato sauce - ~$.40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add 1/4 cup water to string beans in small pot. Add generous amount of garlic, pepper, salt. Add 1 bullion cube chicken stock. Saute gently over low heat until all liquid is gone (or nearly gone, you can add a tablespoon or two of olive oil at the end to keep it from burning). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saute sausages in pan or small pot. After sausages are cooked, drain oil. Or don&#39;t, consult with your doctor. Add can of sauce, 1-2 teaspoons of sugar, oregano. Simmer for ~3 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve with rice or starch product of your choice. Serves 3 people, or 2 hungry people.&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot; /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/feeds/835542885859792644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5288712/835542885859792644?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/835542885859792644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/835542885859792644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/2009/09/5-dinner-sweet-pork-sausages-rice-and.html' title='$5 Dinner: Sweet Pork Sausages, Rice, and Sauted French Cut String Beans'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246340394083020831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3458/3949108586_6af7027865_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5288712.post-379861810947486053</id><published>2009-07-06T21:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:09:33.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>$5 Dinner: Pork Chop and String Beans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/larimdame/3696430498/&quot; title=&quot;photo sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2519/3696430498_95926e8779_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;border: solid 2px #000000;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/larimdame/3696430498/&quot;&gt;$5 Dinner: Pork Chop and String Beans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/larimdame/&quot;&gt;LarimdaME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Center cut pork chop from Associated: $3.50.&lt;br /&gt;French cut frozen string beans from Associated: $1.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approx 20 minutes to cook.&lt;br /&gt;Serve with rice, feeds 2, possibly 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saute pork chop in a glaze of soy sauce and pepper and sesame seed oil (olive or any oil will do, mostly to keep the meat from sticking to the pan). Soy sauce for color, pepper for the fat (it sticks to the fat like bees to honey, I dunno why).&lt;br /&gt;2 table spoons soy sauce, 1/2 table spoon pepper, 1 table spoon of oil, if you insist on measuring. I don&#39;t, and all I have are tablespoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marinating ahead of time would be bettter, but who has time for that fancy shit, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simmer string beans in a small pot with a splash of water, garlic powder, pepper, salt to taste, and a chicken bullion cube. Don&#39;t add more than a splash, the frozen veggies have plenty of water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reduce until almost no water, then add 2 tablespoons sesame oil and keep reducing until threatening to start burning. You can stop earlier and avoid the oil step, but I like my string beans a bit dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m a single guy, so I usually just throw everything into the pot i was cooking with and eat it on the couch while watching TV. But people asked to see it all plated, so I did it for a change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice is about half a cup uncooked. Possibly 2/3rds cup.&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot; /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/feeds/379861810947486053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5288712/379861810947486053?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/379861810947486053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/379861810947486053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-dinner-pork-chop-and-string-beans.html' title='$5 Dinner: Pork Chop and String Beans'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246340394083020831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2519/3696430498_95926e8779_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5288712.post-3665790321606697919</id><published>2007-05-10T00:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T04:33:19.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On to Wordpress</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve finally up and had it with Blogger. I&#39;m still trying to arrange for my own hosting and the whatnot, but in the meantime I&#39;ve migrated most of the posts to &lt;a href=&quot;http://larimdame.wordpress.com/&quot;&gt;http://larimdame.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;. 

I debated posting that info, because I&#39;d rather not force my 1 regular reader (Hi mom!) to switch bookmarks twice. But then I realized that I&#39;ve been trying to move off Blogger for a year now, so this &quot;Temporary&quot; phase with Wordpress.com might last a year or two as well (I&#39;m hoping not). 

Anyhoo, this will be the last post here, so it was nice while it lasted, but it&#39;s time to move on.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/feeds/3665790321606697919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5288712/3665790321606697919?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/3665790321606697919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/3665790321606697919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/2007/05/moving-on-to-wordpress.html' title='Moving On to Wordpress'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246340394083020831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5288712.post-7023796457839167926</id><published>2007-01-21T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T00:32:58.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Sucks. It Really Really SUCKS</title><content type='html'>In case you haven&#39;t noticed, I haven&#39;t been posting in a while.&lt;br&gt;
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Actually, that would be totally wrong. I have been posting fairly regularly, it&#39;s just that Blogger refuses to actually publish what I post. I&#39;ve tweaked every setting, I&#39;ve even switched to the &quot;new&quot; Blogger. You know what&#39;s new in the &quot;new&quot; Blogger? SUCKING.&lt;br&gt;
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Don&#39;t expect posts anytime soon, Blogger&#39;s still eating them all.&lt;br&gt;
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Oh, and don&#39;t use Blogger if you can help it.&lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/feeds/7023796457839167926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5288712/7023796457839167926?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/7023796457839167926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/7023796457839167926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/2007/01/blogger-sucks-it-really-really-sucks.html' title='Blogger Sucks. It Really Really SUCKS'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246340394083020831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5288712.post-116726475928940521</id><published>2006-12-27T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T19:13:17.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays Are For TimeWasting</title><content type='html'>Wake up&lt;br&gt;
Eat &lt;br&gt;
Walk short distance to some restaurant&lt;br&gt;
Eat&lt;br&gt;
Take train back to bed&lt;br&gt;
Nap&lt;br&gt;
Eat yet again&lt;br&gt;
Talk&lt;br&gt;
Nap&lt;br&gt;
Eat a snack of some sort (perhaps cake and cookies)&lt;br&gt;
Sleep&lt;br&gt;
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Repeat for FIVE STRAIGHT DAYS.&lt;br&gt;
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Happy Holidays!&lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/feeds/116726475928940521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5288712/116726475928940521?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116726475928940521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116726475928940521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/2006/12/holidays-are-for-timewasting.html' title='Holidays Are For TimeWasting'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246340394083020831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5288712.post-116545007186784450</id><published>2006-12-06T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T19:07:51.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Halo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;I managed to get my hands on the Halo PC demo, which is surprisingly 
well featured, and have been playing it on and off for the past week. 
What I find really funny is that the demo level on the campaign mode is 
one of the levels I really like, Silent Cartographer. Not so many dark 
hallways, lots of outdoors action in the sunlight, plenty of ammo for 
the standard marine weapons. The beginning is nice and fun as the AI 
marines actually help you out (for a change). I really don&#39;t feel the 
need to get the full game now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;After having won the game a few dozen times now, the next step is 
modding it to be patently ridiculous. What I don&#39;t like is that the 
editors out there are not as intuitive as others I&#39;ve dealt with. Of 
course, the trade off is that the editor doesn&#39;t crash nearly as often 
as editors for other games. But so far it&#39;s been fun turning the pistol 
into a machine gun and so on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;Of course, all the procrastination is not helping my Christmas shopping 
plans or my side projects plans. I should get on those soon, paying my 
bills on time is always a good thing.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/feeds/116545007186784450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5288712/116545007186784450?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116545007186784450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116545007186784450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/2006/12/too-much-halo.html' title='Too Much Halo'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246340394083020831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5288712.post-116501782204980789</id><published>2006-12-01T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T19:03:43.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pity People</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;Sometimes It&#39;s hard to feel pity for people. They put themselves into 
unwinnable situations all the time, and pray for some sort of miracle 
that the inevitable won&#39;t happen. They ask for your help, waste your 
day, when a little foresight on their part would have solved everything 
before it became a problem. And then they simply sigh, and chalk it up 
to the unchangeable nature of life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;It&#39;s not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;And it is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;It&#39;s hard for me to judge, because I do it all the time. I know what 
the problems are, but I&#39;m slow to make the corrective actions. It 
doesn&#39;t take much time, but it&#39;s easier to pass on the task to a 
tomorrow that&#39;s never going to come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;I often whine about my weight, and contemplate working out, just a 
little. It&#39;s not hard, just 10 push ups every day, not more then 5 
minutes and 14 sq. feet of flat terrain. And yet, every day I go to bed 
thinking that I&#39;ll do it in the morning. I never do. If I can&#39;t do 
something that simple, how can I be so judgmental towards others over 
their much larger problems?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;What do I do? What can any of us do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;Help out as much as you can, I suppose. Bite your tongue when you feel 
the urge to pass judgment you&#39;re not qualified to make. And try to 
focus on being supportive of the improvements, and not dwell so much on 
the failures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;And maybe do at least 5 push ups after writing in your blog.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/feeds/116501782204980789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5288712/116501782204980789?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116501782204980789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116501782204980789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/2006/12/pity-people.html' title='Pity People'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246340394083020831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5288712.post-116493530217816926</id><published>2006-11-30T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T20:08:22.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lot To Say But Unable To Speak</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;It&#39;s something I&#39;m sure all blogger go through in their blogging blog 
goodness (blog blog blog, there, have I said the word enough times 
now?). Lots of stuff is happening, but I really can&#39;t say anything, 
because people involved might read about it in the blog. Well, 
realistically, they won&#39;t, but they might. Actually, they probably 
will, for the first time ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;::&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;&quot;Hey Ted, have you ever checked out Gene&#39;s blog before?&quot;
&quot;Why no, Judith, it never really occurred to me.&quot;
&quot;Let&#39;s look it up now, while we wait for our ebay bids!&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;[Dec 1, 2006: I&#39;ve finally had it with that bitch Judith and her 
screechingly annoying &quot;boyfriend&quot; Ted, if you can call that horse a 
&quot;boy&quot; at that. Tomorrow I&#39;m supposed to meet them for ice-skating, when 
I&#39;d rather just sit at home and puke up my guts. Which would probably 
look better then Judith, in that thing she calls a sweater. I wish I 
had some real people to be my friends.]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;&quot;I&#39;m going to punch that fucker&#39;s head off tomorrow. Judith, call my lawyer!&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;::&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;The appeal of an anonymous blog is growing, after all, it is the 
supposedly the inevitable result of blogging. But I can barely muster 
the effort to maintain this mountain of self-absorbed crap, so that 
seems a dubious prospect at best. Instead, I&#39;ll probably just fester 
inside for a few months, and insert a opaque post in between updates on 
which toenail is growing the fastest (right pinky toe). Maybe I&#39;ll 
start political blogging, and that way guarantee that nobody will read 
my blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;Oh, and Ted, I&#39;ll see you tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/feeds/116493530217816926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5288712/116493530217816926?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116493530217816926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116493530217816926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/2006/11/lot-to-say-but-unable-to-speak.html' title='A Lot To Say But Unable To Speak'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246340394083020831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5288712.post-116415884446092256</id><published>2006-11-21T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T20:27:24.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;I&#39;m off to cold cold COLD Michigan for the holiday. Except for the 
inevitable snow I shall encounter in Pennsylvania, looks to be pretty 
fun. I should probably call people, but then what&#39;s the fun in all that 
advanced planning?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;Oh, and hot tip, the Toys R Us store in Times Square has a couple of 
thousand Wii units for sale. They only let a few hundred be sold a day, 
promptly at 10am. You need to get in line and get a red ticket from the 
guys outside to buy one. You can pick one up off the shelf, and you can 
wait in the cashier line, but without that red ticket you aren&#39;t taking 
diddly home. It&#39;s very organized and relatively calm. I&#39;d get one 
myself, but I can&#39;t think of anybody that I know that would really want 
one.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/feeds/116415884446092256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5288712/116415884446092256?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116415884446092256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116415884446092256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/2006/11/on-road-again.html' title='On the Road Again'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246340394083020831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5288712.post-116389620154468688</id><published>2006-11-18T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T19:30:01.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Liveblogging Heartbreak.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;1-5 against Jim Tressel and Ohio State is simply unacceptable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;There&#39;s only ONE game in the year. All the rest of it, the bowls, the 
Big Ten championship, the national championship, it can all go to hell 
as far as I&#39;m concerned. NONE of it matters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;There is only ONE GAME out of the year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;3 losses in a row is UNACCEPTABLE. 1-5 out of the past 6 is UNACCEPTABLE.
I hate to say it, but it&#39;s got to be done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;Lloyd&#39;s got to go.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/feeds/116389620154468688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5288712/116389620154468688?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116389620154468688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116389620154468688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/2006/11/liveblogging-heartbreak.html' title='Liveblogging Heartbreak.'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246340394083020831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5288712.post-116388697304507427</id><published>2006-11-18T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T16:56:14.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shuffle Me (2nd Try)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;Blogger seemed to have eaten this yesterday, so another try.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;I finally got my iPod shuffle yesterday. W00t!!1!11!one!1!!
Of course, I don&#39;t have iTunes, and I don&#39;t have internet at home.
I also didn&#39;t know that unlike my previous player, the iPod Shuffle
doesn&#39;t simply allow you to drag and drop mp3 files and play them. The
shuffle needs a database file with all the track names and locations.
So most of my night was spent sitting forlornly looking at my new toy
and begging it to play something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;Thanks to the Internets, I am now a free man. I have a install of
iTunes I could use, but instead, I found &amp;lt;a
href=&quot;http://agoraphobeus.free.fr/iShuffle/index.html&quot;&amp;gt;iShuffle&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;.
Small program, freeware, sits in the shuffle and builds the database
file for you. Just drag and drop the mp3 files onto the shuffle as if
it were a USB flash drive. Run iShuffle, and viola, you are ready to
play and have fun. Which I finally intend to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;I also predict that I will lose this tiny toy in under a week.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/feeds/116388697304507427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5288712/116388697304507427?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116388697304507427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116388697304507427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/2006/11/shuffle-me-2nd-try.html' title='Shuffle Me (2nd Try)'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246340394083020831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5288712.post-116355200209295917</id><published>2006-11-14T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:53:22.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let The Spending Season Begin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;The summer months are usually a time to store the harvest of my hard 
labors, as are the first few months of autumn. For as soon as we enter 
the November, so begins Spending Season, where all the big bills come 
due.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;The official start of Spending Season is not, as one would expect, 
Black Friday, but in fact the day my insurance bill comes due. I save a 
few bucks by paying annually, but it also means that one of my 
paychecks automagically disappears before it&#39;s even deposited. From 
there it&#39;s all downhill.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;This year promises to be a big season, as it has come time to replace a 
few items I&#39;ve been putting off for a few years now. With my jean 
jacket finally retired (it&#39;s still wearable, if a bit dated, but I am 
preserving it as it is my last physical connection with my now 
passed-away aunt), and sweaters not cutting it, a new fall/spring 
jacket is being demanded. I lust for the LL Bean barn coat, but I also 
have my eye on this nice moleskin blazer from UniQlo. I think I might 
get both.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;Next up on the paycheck killer is the 401(k). I just found out I can 
contribute to a Roth 401(k). Who needs to eat now when there&#39;s so much 
eating to be had in the future?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;And lastly, but not leastly, is iPod shuffle. My current solution is 
just too bulky, and it only holds 125mb worth of songs. Granted, it&#39;s 
the only 20 songs in my collection I like, but the battery life is 
really getting pounded nowadays. I&#39;ve resisted the urge to get one for 
so long, but I cannot hold out much longer. In fact, I&#39;m planning on 
caving tonight, depending on how late the Apple Store is open. It&#39;s so 
damn small!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;So there you have it, $140 out the door in the next 2 hours (I&#39;m 
thinking of getting the moleskin jacket, the store is just down the 
block from the apple store), and I haven&#39;t even begun budgeting for the 
gift giving season yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;Perhaps McDonalds gift cards for everyone?&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/feeds/116355200209295917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5288712/116355200209295917?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116355200209295917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116355200209295917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/2006/11/let-spending-season-begin.html' title='Let The Spending Season Begin'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246340394083020831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5288712.post-116346746842303965</id><published>2006-11-13T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:29.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Blog Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;Riding the subway I thought of the perfect blog post. One of those 
pithy posts about some insignificant thing that poetically opens up 
into a deeper philosophical post about life. With a little wry humor on 
the side, of course. The problem, of course, is that I haven&#39;t the 
foggiest recollection on what that perfect post was supposed to be 
about, just that it was exceedingly clever (for me). I struggled to 
compose some suitable alternative, but all the prose just gets jammed 
together (much like this very post).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;Instead, I shall simply report that I had a hamburger for lunch, and 
leave it at that.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/feeds/116346746842303965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5288712/116346746842303965?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116346746842303965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116346746842303965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/2006/11/perfect-blog-post.html' title='The Perfect Blog Post'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246340394083020831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5288712.post-116316833418767874</id><published>2006-11-10T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T09:18:54.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reagan Said It Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;I tend to lean conservative. Not THAT conservative, I am a NYC&#39;er after 
all, but conservative nonetheless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;Today I survey the political landscape, and what do I see? I see a 
so-called conservative party spending out of control, totally inept in 
governing or keeping corruption under control, without any real plans 
besides blaming things on the gays, and totally devoid of any moral 
standing. I see arrogance, I see greed, and I see a complete betrayal 
of everything I once stood for. If we&#39;re going to get Tax and Spend, if 
our politicians are more interested in grab-ass then their jobs, if 
we&#39;re going to send our boys to die in &amp;lt;s&amp;gt;vietnam&amp;lt;/s&amp;gt; Iraq without a 
plan or a reason, and if we&#39;re going to let the country go to hell in a 
selfish corrupt handbasket (provided via no-bid contract by 
Haliburton), then we might as well let the Democrats do it, because 
frankly they are a LOT better at it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;I voted Democrat today (except for Pirro, who I think is a good 
prosecutor if she would just let them send her idiot husband to jail 
once and for all), because those assholes at the RNC need to be sent a 
message.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;I didn&#39;t leave the Republican Party. It left me.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/feeds/116316833418767874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5288712/116316833418767874?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116316833418767874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116316833418767874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/2006/11/reagan-said-it-best.html' title='Reagan Said It Best'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246340394083020831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5288712.post-116303413359627648</id><published>2006-11-08T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T20:02:13.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Letter Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;Got a letter in the mail, from the step sister of all people. Which 
isn&#39;t to say that it unwelcome, just unexpected as I used to write to a 
lot of people. A lot of people who have since stopped writing or 
emailing or anything all together. But then, that&#39;s partly my fault, as 
I used to be so good in responding, and I&#39;m not so much anymore. I&#39;ve 
been blowing people off on the phone too, for that matter, but mostly 
because I am running a little busier these days. In addition to a 
running favor for a month I&#39;m doing for someone, work has been a little 
more hectic. Oh, and I&#39;m tring to fit in some late night practice at 
the golfing range once a week, where the discount rate kicks in 
starting at 9pm. Hmm, maybe I should put this all in my letter.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/feeds/116303413359627648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5288712/116303413359627648?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116303413359627648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116303413359627648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/2006/11/red-letter-day.html' title='Red Letter Day'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246340394083020831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5288712.post-116190744095569885</id><published>2006-10-26T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T20:04:01.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Out Of Reach</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;I have long lusted for the Sony Clie PEG-UX40 or UX50, although both 
are quite old products. Mainly because they feature compact clamshell 
design, and I can write my blog entires in them on the tiny keyboard 
whenever I get a good thought (which is usually on the subway). I 
figured that it being 2 years since the last model rolled off the line, 
and that standalone PDAs are no longer in vogue, I&#39;d be able to pick 
one up pretty cheap on ebay. Man, was I mistaken. Still looking at $200 
range, which is still quite a discount from the new price of $500-$600 
back in the day. Formfactor wise, it&#39;s prefect for me, as I eskew from 
the blackberry/treo model of single piece input. The sidekick might 
work, but it seems a little too small, and besides, it&#39;s just as 
expensive. I just long for a simple text entry device to compose my 
little blog entries on the go, without the bells and whistles of a 
phone or web surfing. But I suppose that it apparently too much to ask 
for.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/feeds/116190744095569885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5288712/116190744095569885?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116190744095569885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116190744095569885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/2006/10/still-out-of-reach.html' title='Still Out Of Reach'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246340394083020831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5288712.post-116165096395767168</id><published>2006-10-23T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T20:49:24.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In The Swing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;After a three year hiatus, I&#39;ve once again picked up some golf clubs 
and hit a ball around. Specifically, a ball around a golf course, for a 
change. And besides rediscovering the wonderfully refreshing act of 
being on the links on a brisk fall morning, I&#39;ve also found that I 
totally suck. Years and years of hitting the golf range gone to naught, 
as I could only manage weak tee shots and fairway drives that kicked up 
more clods of dirt than a backhoe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;And like my refound passion for photography, I find that I really do 
love hitting the ball around, money be damned. And though it physically 
hurts to pay $20 for a bucket of balls, I am budgeting away to hit the 
early bird special at Chelsea Piers at least once a week. I wonder how 
long the passion will last, as winter fast approaches, but if I can 
manage a decent improvement in my swing, especially my irons, another 
round of golf will be had before Thanksgiving is over.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/feeds/116165096395767168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5288712/116165096395767168?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116165096395767168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116165096395767168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/2006/10/back-in-swing.html' title='Back In The Swing'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246340394083020831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5288712.post-116139162917931154</id><published>2006-10-20T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T20:47:09.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun With Numbers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;One of those things I shook my head at back in the go go dot-com era 
was how numbers became to flexible, and manipulation became to widely 
accepted and embraced. Nowadays, everything is open to &quot;interpretation&quot;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;An economy is a tricky thing to measure to begin with. It&#39;s like trying 
to take the average temperature of your house, it all depends on where 
you measure. It&#39;s cold in the fridge, warm by the water heater, and 
damp in the basement. If you pick and choose the right spots, you can 
get wildly differing scenarios. If you only measure in the freezer, the 
attic, and the basement, the house is too cold. If you measure inside 
the lit stove, inside the furnace duct, and above the living room lamp, 
it&#39;s too hot. Most people just mean what it feels like when you walk in 
the frot door, sitting on the sofa, and lying in bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;The economy is harder to measure, because getting a consensus on which 
spots are the &quot;best&quot; spots is difficult at best. And best for whom? The 
majority? The middle class? Recent immigrants? City dwellers? Farmers? 
Guys named Bob? You have to sharpen the mind to process all the math, 
to get a picture that&#39;s accurate for the economic rung you inhabit, and 
aspire to reach.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;I was reading the George Will piece in the Washington Post [note: piece 
in not linked as a protest. Newspapers hardly if ever link to relevent 
blog posts, even if a national story breaks on a blog. So I refuse to 
link to newspapers. Google around, you&#39;ll find it.], and he mentioned 
that wages were stagnant only if you didn&#39;t include benefits. Which is 
silly, because they&#39;re called benefits for a reason. I think this is a 
classic measurement connundrum, because he&#39;s right and totally wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;Medical coverage, group life coverage, group disability coverage, 
dental, and penions are very valuable benefits. Trying to purchase any 
of these coverages individually outside of your employer is 
prohibatively expensive for many people. It&#39;s not unusual to hear of 
people taking lower paying positions in exchange for full coverage. 
George Will is right, this ia valuable benefit that is unfairly ignored.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;But he&#39;s counting it in the wrong category. It&#39;s not like your employer 
hands you a wad of cash, and then you spend it on coverage. The 
employer picks the health plan, and the premiums, and how much you have 
to pay. This reality is reflected in the Consumer Price Index, as the 
CPI doesn&#39;t count employer paid health care premiums. While benefits 
are a benefit to employees, it&#39;s NOT INCOME; it&#39;s a COST to the 
employer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;A quick example might help things out here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;You work for ABC company. You get paid $40,000 + major medical, which 
costs an additional $5,000. To keep things simple, the employee pays 
nothing (this is getting quite rare nowadays, most people have to a pay 
a percentage towards their coverage). George is saying that you are 
really getting $45,000 worth of compensation: $40,000 cash + $5,000 
benefits = $45,000 compensation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;Next year premiums increase to $10,000. To stay profitable, the company 
lays people off and freezes wages. By Will&#39;s math:
$40,000 salary + $10,000 benefit = $50,000 compensation.
Yay, you&#39;re wages are rising my friend, live the American Dream well!
But wait, what&#39;s that? You don&#39;t feel like you got a $10,000 increase? 
Well, I hate to tell you, but you&#39;re right. Let&#39;s take a look at take 
home pay, that little statistic that Geroge has just dimissed.
$40,000 this year&#39;s salary - $40,000 last year&#39;s salary = $0 increase 
(assuming you didn&#39;t get laid off).
I hope you didn&#39;t get laid off, because 0% increase vs. 3% inflation 
hurt enough as it is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;Although the medical premium doubled, it&#39;s not like the quality of your 
medical care doubled. In fact, the premium probably tripled and the 
employer reduced the plan coverage to lower the price. So what you&#39;re 
probably REALLY getting is worse medical coverage at a higher price. 
Plus, as the co-pays probably got higher, you get to take home less 
money to reinject into the economy. You just got whacked with the nasty 
end of the health care inflation stick, and it hurts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;George is right in that Benefits need to be counted, they are very 
valuable. But it should be counted as a cost against corporate profits, 
or as an income stream for the health care sector, not as personal 
income. It&#39;s something you can lose, not something you can spend. That 
would be take home pay, which George points out, has been stagnant for 
quite a number of years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;::&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;Oh, what&#39;s that? Your company is doing well enough to absorb the 
premium increase and still pay a raise? Man, it must be nice to work at 
Google or Exxon.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/feeds/116139162917931154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5288712/116139162917931154?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116139162917931154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116139162917931154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/2006/10/fun-with-numbers.html' title='Fun With Numbers!'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246340394083020831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5288712.post-116104099456268478</id><published>2006-10-16T19:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T19:23:14.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandoned</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;Last night I literally got buried under a pile of garbage. I needed a 
little help, and got just a little help. Somehow, it&#39;s going to turn 
out to be my fault because I got upset, while that whole pile of crap 
thing is somehow not going to play a factor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;I&#39;m not going to forget this.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/feeds/116104099456268478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5288712/116104099456268478?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116104099456268478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116104099456268478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/2006/10/abandoned.html' title='Abandoned'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246340394083020831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5288712.post-116070049727972379</id><published>2006-10-12T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T20:48:17.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;I spent last night getting my shoes wet, walking in the pounding rain 
that would not let up. It was apparently the same sort of night that 
preceeded Sept. 11, which was something I didn&#39;t remember at all, 
although now that I think about it, must be true. There was a reason I 
decided to stay underground that night, browsing the Borders bookstore 
at the World Trade Center. I recall lugging around a wet umbrella, 
worrying about getting the books wet. I didn&#39;t bother buying anything 
that night, for it would have been a great hassle to lug it home in the 
rain, and I knew where my desired purchases lay, they&#39;d still be there 
the next day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;Minor words trigger my buried memories, and getting together with a 
foursome of trade center survivors is a running dialogue of forgotten 
remembered moments. An hour passes in an instant, as memories merge to 
sort out the inconsistencies, and resolve those nagging doubts about 
what really happened when. I felt out of place as they discussed who 
was first or last or first again in the stairwell coming down, or how 
long the fire raged, the doors stayed jammed shut, and who was where 
when the other tower fell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;What was interesting was how everything came back to those few 
terrifying moments, how everything led back to that morning. Time, 
life, emotion seems permenantly fixed in those few short hours, 
whenever they meet. The reunions get smaller and smaller, maybe the 
others can&#39;t bear the burden of these continued reawakening of memory. 
I can&#39;t say for certain if there was talk of the present of the future, 
I joined at the very end of a 4 hour night. The past, however, remained 
very much alive, made up of small moments, walking in wet shoes.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/feeds/116070049727972379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5288712/116070049727972379?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116070049727972379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116070049727972379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/2006/10/moment.html' title='Moment'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246340394083020831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5288712.post-116052777086404185</id><published>2006-10-10T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:49:30.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What You Really Need To Know About Vermont</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t pretend to imitate a great traveller. I haven&#39;t been to every 
state in the union, and others have done far harder, longer, and more 
often road trips then I. But I have logged a lot of miles, and been 
down many a highway, and I can say that Vermont has hands down the 
cleanest and most pleasant rest stops I&#39;ve ever been too. Not the malls 
of Ohio Turnpike, or the dingy backwaters of Connecticut, nor the non 
existence of New York. Simple, clean, bright, and welcoming, they are 
truely welcome beacons on the migratory path of the Northeastern 
Leafer. I only wish there were more of them.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/feeds/116052777086404185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5288712/116052777086404185?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116052777086404185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116052777086404185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-you-really-need-to-know-about.html' title='What You Really Need To Know About Vermont'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246340394083020831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5288712.post-116027052429842694</id><published>2006-10-07T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:38:34.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leafers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;Normally when Dad and I take our annual pilgrimge to Vermont, to see 
the wonderful foliage, the extent of the planning involved is making 
sure we have enough cash to pay for gas. As would be expected, the net 
result is that nights must be borne in the car, as every hotel and 
motel is booked solid for the night. And while it would be nice to 
relive childhoom memories of sleeping under a comforter in the trunk of 
the hatchback while parked in the middle of the scary scary woods, I&#39;m 
a little too old for that crap now. So I booked a hotel instead, at a 
ski lodge at the top of a mountain no less. It&#39;s costing me a pretty 
penny, because I got silly and reserved a nice room with a balcony. 
Which doesn&#39;t make much sense at all, as we&#39;ll be driving up and then 
driving back down, spending only enough time at my expensive room just 
for sleeping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;My modestly, and admittedly mildly crazy, plans have drawn some scorn, 
which peeves me. It&#39;s one thing to laugh with people, it&#39;s another 
matter entirely to laugh &lt;b&gt;at&lt;/b&gt; people. But then I sit back and I 
think about what&#39;s really going on. I&#39;m going to take a 6 hour drive to 
Vermont, whereupon I&#39;m going to drive &lt;b&gt;around&lt;/b&gt; Vermont for a few 
more hours, sleep in an overpriced room on a sofabed, drive around 
Vermont some more, and then drive 6 hours late at night back from 
Vermont. It does sound pretty silly on the face of it, so why would I 
do something that makes so little sense?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;Because I get to spend 48 hours of quality time with my Dad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;There&#39;s a lot of people who would spend a lot more then I did to get 
that again.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/feeds/116027052429842694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5288712/116027052429842694?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116027052429842694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116027052429842694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/2006/10/leafers.html' title='Leafers'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246340394083020831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5288712.post-116017740036427971</id><published>2006-10-06T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:37:04.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gene&#39;s Single Guy Crappy Beef Stroganoff</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;1 can chopped tomatoes&lt;br&gt;
1/2 lb. egg noodles, cooked&lt;br&gt;
1 can Dinty Moore Beef Stew&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;Ta da!&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/feeds/116017740036427971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5288712/116017740036427971?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116017740036427971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5288712/posts/default/116017740036427971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkiethekid.blogspot.com/2006/10/genes-single-guy-crappy-beef.html' title='Gene&#39;s Single Guy Crappy Beef Stroganoff'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246340394083020831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>