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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nujLaGjAz_k/TA75_tWr0SI/AAAAAAAAAcI/G6qgtgcH0WY/S220/4555400569_1fcf7f66d9_o.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>436</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheCommaToesBlog" /><feedburner:info uri="thecommatoesblog" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>TheCommaToesBlog</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry 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Known Issues on Facebook Due to site maintenance, some profiles and Pages have been seeing a Profile Unavailable error message for over 24 hours. We estimate that 
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Came across kind of a neat pick-me-up in the morning if you enjoy punctuation marks that are rarely used: 14 Punctuation Marks That You Never Knew Existed

It's morning, and we're about to sample some Melitta coffee that we only got charged 13 cents for at the store thanks to a broken scale.  If it's not any good, I still have the receipt.

Last night I played a guitar solo 
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Because you felt so threatened by the possibility that cellular technology would be the death of us all that you actually put your phone into a safe deposit box and locked it away to prevent any electromagnetic fields from escaping and endangering your health any further, I am pleased to assure you that a new study says that we have no reason to connect cancer risk with the use of cell phones.  
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Endangered Bengal tigers among those killed after escaping from Ohio zoo

I understand, yes, the police were not trained to deal with the tigers any other way.  Surely though, there were people who were. Animal control, or, failing that, someone with more wild life expertise that the animal control people could've called.  I realize it was a critical situation.  It
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Ambition and motivation.  As someone living on this particular place in the world, I have the privilege of having just about everything I need and still being too lazy to go out and claim it.  Domesticated life is wonderful but is easy to slump into and settle.  What about 
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If you've ever used the website I'm talking about (which I will not reveal because I dunno, 
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EnglishWikipedia has an article on:Tongue-in-cheek[edit]Adjectivetongue-in-cheek (comparative more tongue-in-cheek, superlative most tongue-in-cheek)(idiomatic) not intended seriously; jocular or humorous
He gave a tongue-in-cheek explanation of why the sky was blue, offering a theory about some primordial discount on light blue paint.


From Wiktionary.
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/b_grjVNgCAWUOrA8goyQ3sQhbz8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/b_grjVNgCAWUOrA8goyQ3sQhbz8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheCommaToesBlog/~4/wTCQBw0wBXc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://commatose.blogspot.com/2011/10/before-anyone-asks.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIASXs5fip7ImA9WhdUFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316243467762773076.post-7271220779297540073</id><published>2011-10-03T21:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T21:59:08.526-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-03T21:59:08.526-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="people rage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tongue in cheek" /><title>I TYPE THIS WAY FOR A REASON</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://commatose.blogspot.com/feeds/7271220779297540073/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8316243467762773076&amp;postID=7271220779297540073&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316243467762773076/posts/default/7271220779297540073?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316243467762773076/posts/default/7271220779297540073?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheCommaToesBlog/~3/vXfKDR-lem0/i-type-this-way-for-reason.html" title="I TYPE THIS WAY FOR A REASON" /><author><name>Nik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nujLaGjAz_k/TA75_tWr0SI/AAAAAAAAAcI/G6qgtgcH0WY/S220/4555400569_1fcf7f66d9_o.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6147/6196473475_ea25b3327f_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">BECAUSE I ALWAYS YELL AT PEOPLE.


That is today's post.  Mull it over, would you?
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NkqLu9JoS6jFXdrbKCiUFLPewEE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NkqLu9JoS6jFXdrbKCiUFLPewEE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheCommaToesBlog/~4/vXfKDR-lem0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://commatose.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-type-this-way-for-reason.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMMQn47fSp7ImA9WhdUFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316243467762773076.post-803125715257724948</id><published>2011-10-02T17:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T17:54:43.005-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-02T17:54:43.005-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title>Good Day</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://commatose.blogspot.com/feeds/803125715257724948/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8316243467762773076&amp;postID=803125715257724948&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316243467762773076/posts/default/803125715257724948?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316243467762773076/posts/default/803125715257724948?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheCommaToesBlog/~3/1EEvq1p7Too/good-day.html" title="Good Day" /><author><name>Nik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nujLaGjAz_k/TA75_tWr0SI/AAAAAAAAAcI/G6qgtgcH0WY/S220/4555400569_1fcf7f66d9_o.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6160/6195783882_1bdd9a2fb5_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I have to say, this is the first time in weeks I have been able to say "There is nothing on TV."  Even when we spent a week up north in the middle of nowhere with the rattly satellite that would lose signal every 7 minutes, I was happier about the programming.  I imagine this is a lot like what I can expect from my retirement years. Which is why I imagine so many old people are quite all right 
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I'm normally a summer person, but it's going to be mid-temp today and I actually don't mind it.  Yesterday I remembered how much I loved a hot coffee instead of just liked it as a morning routine, and today it actually motivated me to wake up before 8am on my first day of vacation.  Shit!  It's so good!

You ever type something and at the same time someone else says that same thing? I don't.


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So what's new in the world?  Well, I just don't know. 

Today I will outwardly consider how sad it is that money is such a motivator for some people.  Not in the way that they'll work, however. No, no.  I am referring to the money so readily available to deadbeats and other human embodiment of sloth who for no good reason actually opt to leech off
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A while back, we got a dog.  My family had several dogs when I was growing up, and I guess I must have been spoiled because they were the best dogs in the universe.  Our dog now is adorable, funny, sweet -- you can't help but feel like a total a-hole for no reason when you look into her sad little brown eyes.  She is also the
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/akI8cz7Hm5lDLpyrHC6y3i72Oyg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/akI8cz7Hm5lDLpyrHC6y3i72Oyg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheCommaToesBlog/~4/D1VWMzZoG9I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://commatose.blogspot.com/2011/09/grrrr.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cHSXkzeSp7ImA9WhdXF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316243467762773076.post-4351205161638068098</id><published>2011-08-31T00:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T00:30:38.781-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-31T00:30:38.781-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rambling" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rico" /><title>Mommy? Why do you have 20 blogs?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://commatose.blogspot.com/feeds/4351205161638068098/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8316243467762773076&amp;postID=4351205161638068098&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316243467762773076/posts/default/4351205161638068098?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316243467762773076/posts/default/4351205161638068098?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheCommaToesBlog/~3/Jd7L8Eq9yh0/mommy-why-do-you-have-20-blogs.html" title="Mommy? Why do you have 20 blogs?" /><author><name>Nik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nujLaGjAz_k/TA75_tWr0SI/AAAAAAAAAcI/G6qgtgcH0WY/S220/4555400569_1fcf7f66d9_o.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6199/6074845538_49a9b21dd9_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">The answer to the above lies in my many personalities, my dear Dan.  (I assume you were the one asking the question.)  I wanted to create a blog for practical purposes -- little things I have learned and liked to know, or ideas, and the altogether simpler things.  After all, Rico has a blog, so it's only right that my domestic side does too.  And don't tell him he only has one follower.  He'll 
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Carpal tunnel's setting in, so I will be blunt. The lasagna we ate tonight was very good, even though it was hospital lasagna.  And I didn't even have to be hospitalized to have it.  So there it is.  Miracles do happen.
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Everybody: We couldn't take a half hour out of the two months advance notice we had before election day to summarize our beliefs in accordance with a party to prepare ourselves to vote? Or maybe Say Yes to the Dress ran another marathon today.  Had I known, that would've kept me home the 10 minutes it took me to drive to vote and come home.

And might I say, 
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Even though I'm an a-hole, I always make sure to help our loyal friends-without-speech. Other good sites are FreeKibble / FreeKibbleKat to feed shelter pets through daily trivia.
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We've moved in to our new house and become observers of unusual phenomena.  From the strange pipe sticking out of the one neighbour's house that at irregular intervals splashes out a tonne of water into their front yard from who-knows-where, to the older gal who orders a cab at least once a day only to sit in her driveway in it for 15-20 minutes, to the massive heaps of dog poo lying in the 
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Apparently I still have readers, so here's a little reader help for your mom.  Or ya, Mom.
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More and more I realize, I am a professional thief-babysitter.  My job is to watch people try and steal and to stare them down and not directly state that they are stealing because that would be accusing them of what they are doing and for some reason that's a faux-pas in the retail biz. [GETMETHEHELLOUT]

Despite this, it turns out I'm gradually becoming an adult after all.

Miklos and I are 
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