<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13698014</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 10 Sep 2024 13:23:08 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>ReadBecca</title><description>Chuck Yeager once grabbed my ass, but that&#39;s not the defining moment of my life.</description><link>http://readbecca.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (ReadBecca)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>260</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><blogger:adultContent>true</blogger:adultContent><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13698014.post-4679540636334534181</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Aug 2010 03:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-30T22:41:50.943-05:00</atom:updated><title>Why Have I Never Seen Velvet Goldmine All The Way Through?</title><atom:summary type="text">I need to have myself a Ewan Macgregor film festival. Also, I am drinking beer.

Looks like ReadBecca will be freelancing for the month of September and she believes the job breakthrough came because she restarted the ol&#39; blog. I think it&#39;s karma. And this chick quit and I know the VP of Marketing, but it&#39;s totally the blogging that caused it. I feel better knowing it&#39;s out there, even if the </atom:summary><link>http://readbecca.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-have-i-never-seen-velvet-goldmine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ReadBecca)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13698014.post-2629681900845990388</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Aug 2010 18:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-26T13:50:49.631-05:00</atom:updated><title>Unlike Brett Favre, People May Be Glad ReadBecca Returned.</title><atom:summary type="text">Well, well, well. ReadBecca has decided, on a whim of course, to start up the ol&#39; blog again. Couple things:

1. I noticed upon revisiting old posts that I was more influenced by How I Met Your Mother than Shakespeare and that may be why A. Foreigner wrote that mean comment that one time. He must not have realized that I was using &quot;I&#39;M AWESOME&quot; ironically. Doesn&#39;t negate the fact that his comment</atom:summary><link>http://readbecca.blogspot.com/2010/08/unlike-brett-favre-people-may-be-glad.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ReadBecca)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13698014.post-3718312045999015301</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Feb 2009 05:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-16T00:03:53.665-06:00</atom:updated><title>ReadBecca Calls It Quits.</title><atom:summary type="text">ReadBecca is finished. She&#39;s also leaving Texas. She&#39;s determined to come back someday, the sooner the better. But for now, she&#39;s going far away to a small town where she doesn&#39;t know a soul. She hopes to scandalize it accordingly.One last thing.Thanks.</atom:summary><link>http://readbecca.blogspot.com/2009/02/readbecca-calls-it-quits.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ReadBecca)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13698014.post-5032114850812274546</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2008 03:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T22:25:42.385-06:00</atom:updated><title>Hooray, I&#39;m Fired!</title><atom:summary type="text">So I finally got fired last Thursday and man, is that some kind of relief even though I am probably going to be living at The Bridge next month. 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I think I don&#39;t want to be found by old ones is what it is.People keep telling me about how they&#39;ve been found on Facebook by people they haven&#39;t seen in 10/20/infinity years and how cool it is. First, I think I&#39;m too old for the Facebook/myspace which is stupid because I </atom:summary><link>http://readbecca.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-former-lives-and-i-dont-care.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ReadBecca)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13698014.post-2411940099698870897</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Oct 2008 22:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-03T17:11:02.163-05:00</atom:updated><title>If I Ever Have Kids, I Will Name Them Corndog And Tater.</title><atom:summary type="text">Hey wow, you people missed me and you are also effin&#39; tenacious to have come back again and again while I was working on that whole getting beatified shit. You&#39;re all totally awesome.Bogda, my boyfriend will totally bring you beers too, since he&#39;s really my new favorite bartender and hasn&#39;t even thought about getting to second with me, probably.Speak o&#39; the devil, he just showed up. I&#39;m so glad I</atom:summary><link>http://readbecca.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-i-ever-have-kids-i-will-name-them.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ReadBecca)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13698014.post-1580434062327495939</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2008 22:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-29T17:45:02.406-05:00</atom:updated><title>Nothing Kills Creativity Faster Than A &quot;Meaningful&quot; Job.</title><atom:summary type="text">So I hung out with Niebaum, this accountant dude named Los who is way too cool to be an actual accountant, and Stef on Friday night and my brain starting working again in the way that I like that I didn&#39;t know I liked so much when it worked that way all the time. I need to spend more time with people who say things like, &quot;Fuck it. That&#39;s the way I chew.&quot;Turns out saving the world isn&#39;t much fun. </atom:summary><link>http://readbecca.blogspot.com/2008/09/nothing-kills-creativity-faster-than.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ReadBecca)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13698014.post-3949242908842452943</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Aug 2008 19:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-10T15:33:08.930-05:00</atom:updated><title>Dammit, I Do Not Want To Move.</title><atom:summary type="text">I love Lakewood. I love where I live. Except I have to move on account of The Man. A new property company bought the complex and first they raised the rent $50, then they ripped out all the shady landscaping around the crystal clear pool and turned it into a scorching hot shadeless concrete murky nightmare I wouldn&#39;t dip my big toe into, then they started &quot;remodeling&quot; which means they just put </atom:summary><link>http://readbecca.blogspot.com/2008/08/dammit-i-do-not-want-to-move.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ReadBecca)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13698014.post-4824872224273037752</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 22:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-16T18:09:54.157-05:00</atom:updated><title>War Kittens Is The Funniest Thing I&#39;ve Heard In An Ad In A While.</title><atom:summary type="text">You know WAR KITTENS?!  was the funny thing someone came up with when they were bored in a meeting and they finally found a way to sell it to a client. It cracks me up every time because I can see the creative team in my head and they all look like people I know. Anyway. I miss that part of advertising.The hospital gig is better. They finally hired another person to work the night shift so I can </atom:summary><link>http://readbecca.blogspot.com/2008/06/war-kittens-is-funniest-thing-ive-heard.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ReadBecca)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13698014.post-798853031066462752</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2008 01:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-28T20:25:50.850-05:00</atom:updated><title>I Am Excited About Million-Dollar Password. Aren&#39;t You?</title><atom:summary type="text">So I think Password would be the most fun game show to go on, as long as your celebrity wasn&#39;t stupid. Like my dream celebrity Password partner would be William H. Macy. I bet we would kick ass and win two million, just for sheer awesomeness. Awesomosity. Awesoment. Whatever. It would rock. Also, I haven&#39;t looked at the Internet in over a week and the first thing I saw was that George Clooney may</atom:summary><link>http://readbecca.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-excited-about-million-dollar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ReadBecca)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13698014.post-7355669423049724757</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 00:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-08T22:56:13.361-05:00</atom:updated><title>A Measured Response.</title><atom:summary type="text">A foreigner doesn&#39;t like me, and that&#39;s ok.I&#39;m not going to lie, it stings, but I chose an open forum so that&#39;s how it works. I could delete it, but I&#39;d still know. It wouldn&#39;t hurt any less.Criticism is hard for me to take from anybody, much less a stranger who only knows what I say here. I say a lot of things that are ridiculous. It&#39;s deliberate. Every stupid, petty, immature, self-destructive,</atom:summary><link>http://readbecca.blogspot.com/2008/05/measured-response.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ReadBecca)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13698014.post-8104302113082494483</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 May 2008 02:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-03T21:42:51.449-05:00</atom:updated><title>Bonus Boredom Post</title><atom:summary type="text">The thing I love about bartenders is, is they use terms of endearment when they talk to you, even when they see you every weekend and periodically during the week as well. They forget your name of course, I know that. Which is fine, because I call them by the wrong name and that&#39;s way worse. Tonight I&#39;ve been Sweetie and Baby. That, I love. Sweetie is ok, but being &quot;Baby&quot;ed is better. I don&#39;t </atom:summary><link>http://readbecca.blogspot.com/2008/05/bonus-boredom-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ReadBecca)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13698014.post-5157294021347691380</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2008 23:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-03T19:49:19.652-05:00</atom:updated><title>Those Of You Sitting On The Left Side Of The Plane Will Have A Fantastic View Of The Grand Canyon.</title><atom:summary type="text">This is the view I see when I leave the house. Yes, the mat faces me, not visitors. I didn&#39;t do it on purpose, but I left it that way after a maintenance guy hosed down the concrete and put it back wrong. I dropped that pen out of my purse and just didn&#39;t pick it up for the photo. Don&#39;t worry, it&#39;s not still there.  This is the best Dallas radio station. Mesquite Schools Radio is an all-70&#39;s </atom:summary><link>http://readbecca.blogspot.com/2008/05/stuff-i-like-in-dallas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ReadBecca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhxZ1gFe9qGBzMObhevwscRUrSCtwL7aIkOf1GuQ0d3h5JIrOnWiE62HBhORBEZA6um8KUQ6rbMgPdNXUttg7zIcKKvDL2HI6XQ0EdkHty3nP4OQESw6bRyt_NGVLgEHRsRcYJ/s72-c/013.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13698014.post-6783116746667414253</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 02:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-28T21:36:58.532-05:00</atom:updated><title>Monday Is Awesome. When You&#39;re With Matt.</title><atom:summary type="text">Holy schniekies, I got off work on time today, in the actual daylight of a gorgeous spring day. So, duh, I needed a drink.I called Matt the Miller Man. And for the love of Mike, he wasn&#39;t busy. We made plans to have dinner. Yay! Dinner with my oldest friend! Huzzah! Since I&#39;ve known Matt since seventh grade, I&#39;m allowed to write &quot;Yay!&quot; just like 1983. We arranged to meet at The Dub, and have </atom:summary><link>http://readbecca.blogspot.com/2008/04/monday-is-awesome-when-youre-with-matt_28.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ReadBecca)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13698014.post-1535356370764947091</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 01:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-22T20:49:03.538-05:00</atom:updated><title>I Know I Ought To Write Something, But I&#39;m On A One Glass Of Wine And Scallini&#39;s Pizza High And Dancing With The Stars Is On So Whatever, Man.</title><atom:summary type="text"></atom:summary><link>http://readbecca.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-know-i-ought-to-write-something-but.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ReadBecca)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13698014.post-8133506535074973686</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2008 22:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-07T18:30:36.088-05:00</atom:updated><title>I Heart The Damaged.</title><atom:summary type="text">So if women are drawn to men who remind them of their fathers, what the hell am I doing chasing down all the soulless foreigners that Dallas has to offer?My dad is a good man, and an American.He didn&#39;t abandon me when I was little or anything. I talked to him yesterday. He wasn&#39;t a bum, a drinker, a drugger, a rager, or cold. FOR (father of ReadBecca) is a truly decent human being. He puts up </atom:summary><link>http://readbecca.blogspot.com/2008/04/do-you-have-soul-no-call-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ReadBecca)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13698014.post-4112263885895819769</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 01:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-02T21:05:13.647-05:00</atom:updated><title>Damn! They Broke Me.</title><atom:summary type="text">Dude, I totally lost it at work today. We were so busy, I couldn&#39;t even powder my nose, much less eat lunch. I get really weepy when I&#39;m overwhelmed. I also get weepy when I&#39;m hungry. And when my hormones are raging. (Yes, and when I drink too much. And at movies and the Olympics and weddings and sometimes Law and Order: SVU.) It was the Trifecta of Tears today. The boss had to give me a hug and </atom:summary><link>http://readbecca.blogspot.com/2008/04/damn-they-broke-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ReadBecca)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13698014.post-3020491801752657633</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 21:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-23T17:15:30.449-05:00</atom:updated><title>You Ain&#39;t Been Cookin&#39; If You Ain&#39;t Been Burned.</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;ve never been bad at anything I&#39;ve tried before in my life. I&#39;ve never had to try. I&#39;ve always been at the top without much effort.But this new job is kicking my ass, and for less money.I&#39;ve never had a job I had to work at before. It&#39;s a little humiliating, but I think in a good way. I think I&#39;ve been safe in my box for way too long, at least career-wise. In my personal life, man, I have </atom:summary><link>http://readbecca.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-aint-been-cookin-if-you-aint-been.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ReadBecca)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13698014.post-166536549655889428</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Mar 2008 05:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-17T00:29:20.520-05:00</atom:updated><title>I Have Not Seen Any Gross Stuff At Work, But I Have Heard It.</title><atom:summary type="text">I answer calls from patients&#39; rooms. So even though I haven&#39;t seen a baby being born, I have heard it. Crazily enough, I still want to have sex.The St. Paddy&#39;s Greenville block party has come and gone this year, and I completely missed it. That&#39;s what happens when you freelance for a fucking deadbeat. It was awful not being able to go this year. It was a perfect spring day. It would have been a </atom:summary><link>http://readbecca.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-not-seen-any-gross-stuff-at-work.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ReadBecca)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13698014.post-3974165593470672220</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2008 01:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-11T21:35:54.367-05:00</atom:updated><title>WTF?</title><atom:summary type="text">Ok, so you know how I haven&#39;t had a job since October? I haven&#39;t been out of bed before 9 am in like four months, right? Alright, 11. So you&#39;re going to have to help a brother out, man. I have been out of bed, cogitating cohesively at 5:45 am two mornings in a row. Is it always that fucking dark that fucking early?I hit the snooze bar only once each morning, but I was up before it went off again </atom:summary><link>http://readbecca.blogspot.com/2008/03/wtf.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ReadBecca)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13698014.post-7391555685771908371</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Mar 2008 22:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-08T16:48:06.173-06:00</atom:updated><title>Sweet Mother Of All That Is Holy, I Am That Girl.</title><atom:summary type="text">Which girl? THAT girl who breaks up with people on her blog. The Foreigner who says he never reads it, read it yesterday. I was mortified. We still went out for drinks as planned. To the weirdest bar in Dallas, The Grapevine. It&#39;s on Maple. They have the best music and the weirdest clientele. It&#39;s fantastic. They use whatever glassware they can find so every drink I had came in a different (i.e.,</atom:summary><link>http://readbecca.blogspot.com/2008/03/sweet-mother-of-all-that-is-holy-i-am.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ReadBecca)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13698014.post-3656821343073274688</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Mar 2008 18:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-06T13:33:07.581-06:00</atom:updated><title>Breaking News: I Do Not Have Tuberculosis.</title><atom:summary type="text">So the new jobby-job starts on Monday. Woo! I bought scrubs and bright t-shirts to wear under them so I don&#39;t look like an inmate. It&#39;s A LOT of khaki. When I open my own practice in ten years, I am wearing whatever color I want. Bank on it.Also, I haven&#39;t entertained The Foreigner in six weeks. This is a good thing. No need to console or commiserate. I&#39;m cool with it. The whole scenario wasn&#39;t </atom:summary><link>http://readbecca.blogspot.com/2008/03/breaking-news-i-do-not-have.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ReadBecca)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13698014.post-1436005059047092512</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 00:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-19T18:36:30.149-06:00</atom:updated><title>I Am The Queen Of Being Employed, Finally.</title><atom:summary type="text">Get ready for ReadBecca to feature lots more blood and gore. I got a job in a hospital. On the Labor and Delivery ward. Soon, I am going to see EXACTLY where babies come from. I bet I never forget to take the pill again.Also, I have been slightly hungover all day, mainly because after T. Foreigner, Esq., bought me a cheeseburger, I had like 17 beers for dinner. I&#39;m kidding. I only had 10 beers </atom:summary><link>http://readbecca.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-queen-of-being-employed-finally.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ReadBecca)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13698014.post-4832374264385669314</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 22:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-18T16:44:49.313-06:00</atom:updated><title>It&#39;s My Birthday And I Am At A Bar At 4:37 PM On A Monday. Wanna Make Something Of It?</title><atom:summary type="text">It&#39;s my birthday and I am cool and you are not because chances are you are NOT in a bar while you are reading this and I AM in a bar while I write this, and it&#39;s NOT the bar I usually write in. It&#39;s a TOTALLY DIFFERENT Irish bar that is OWNED BY THE SAME PEOPLE as the one I usually go to, so, yeah, I am branching out, man.Last night Linds and Stef took me out to dinner and a movie, both of which </atom:summary><link>http://readbecca.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-my-birthday-and-i-am-at-bar-at-437.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ReadBecca)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13698014.post-3484399141494610770</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 23:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-15T17:28:00.498-06:00</atom:updated><title>ReadBecca Requests: Your Break-Up Songs</title><atom:summary type="text">Here&#39;s the premise. If you were going to break up with someone by putting a CD in their stereo with a note that said &quot;Play Me,&quot; what would the song be?I&#39;ll start.Scandal, &quot;Goodbye To You&quot;Led Zep, &quot;Ramble On&quot;John Cougar Mellencamp, &quot;I Need A Lover That Won&#39;t Drive Me Crazy&quot;The Motels, &quot;Take The L&quot; (Out Of Lover And It&#39;s Over)Now you go.</atom:summary><link>http://readbecca.blogspot.com/2008/02/readbecca-requests-your-break-up-songs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ReadBecca)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>