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<?xml-stylesheet href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl" type="text/xsl" media="screen"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css" type="text/css" media="screen"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208945</id><updated>2008-07-24T12:15:38.434-04:00</updated><title type="text">The Terriorists</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11637905469749780888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>639</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheTerriorists" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:browserFriendly>This is an XML content feed. It is intended to be viewed in a newsreader or syndicated to another site.</feedburner:browserFriendly><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208945.post-5471728381361763185</id><published>2008-07-24T12:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T12:15:38.600-04:00</updated><title type="text">Tig-lywinks</title><summary type="text">Meryl Yourish has been documentin' the progress of Mr. Tig over the past months, 'specially his sleepin'-on-the-bed etiquette.  Things seem to be movin' along nicely, but just in case, I thought I'd post a short visual aid on how not to behave.

Cat Man Do by animator Simon Tofield of Tandem Films.

</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/2008/07/tig-lywinks.html" title="Tig-lywinks" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208945&amp;postID=5471728381361763185" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/5471728381361763185/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/5471728381361763185" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208945/posts/default/5471728381361763185" /><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11637905469749780888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208945.post-6085281508521127234</id><published>2008-07-23T15:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T15:53:23.998-04:00</updated><title type="text">Kibbles 'n Bits®</title><summary type="text">I occasionally like to play with my food, but dressin' 'em up before chowin' 'em down is a bit much.

"Two Guinea pigs, wearing Peruvian local dresses, are displayed during the Guinea pig food.   Guinea pigs are native to the high Andes, and have been an important source of protein for millennia.  Nowadays, in Peru, the animal is served with a generous portion of Andean tubers."

No word on how </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/2008/07/kibbles-n-bits_23.html" title="Kibbles 'n Bits®" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208945&amp;postID=6085281508521127234" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/6085281508521127234/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/6085281508521127234" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208945/posts/default/6085281508521127234" /><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11637905469749780888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208945.post-4933344982530287011</id><published>2008-07-22T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:30:00.371-04:00</updated><title type="text">Cats Still Cannot Be Trusted</title><summary type="text">Once again canines are doin' the heavy work in the war on terror…

"Fearless German Shepherds are being trained to jump from aircraft at 25,000ft wearing their own oxygen masks and strapped to special forces assault teams. Once down in hostile terrain in Iraq or Afghanistan, the dogs will be sent in first to seek out insurgents’ hideouts with tiny cameras fixed to their heads. The cameras will </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/2008/07/cats-still-cannot-be-trusted.html" title="Cats Still Cannot Be Trusted" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208945&amp;postID=4933344982530287011" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/4933344982530287011/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/4933344982530287011" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208945/posts/default/4933344982530287011" /><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11637905469749780888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208945.post-8139633592874584469</id><published>2008-07-20T08:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T08:58:00.732-04:00</updated><title type="text">The Most Amazin' Day on Earth…</title><summary type="text">…ended on the moon, July 20, 1969.

AHM was just a pup—and none of us were even glints in our great-great-great grandsire's eye—but she says what she remembers most was gettin' chills when Neil Armstrong's static-y voice announced "Houston, Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed." 

Go here to read the memories of others who lived it.

"No other adventure was shared by more people. No other </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/2008/07/most-amazin-day-on-earth.html" title="The Most Amazin' Day on Earth…" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208945&amp;postID=8139633592874584469" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/8139633592874584469/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8139633592874584469" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208945/posts/default/8139633592874584469" /><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11637905469749780888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208945.post-1592797154821769041</id><published>2008-07-18T15:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T15:55:01.189-04:00</updated><title type="text">Déjà Vu All Over Again</title><summary type="text">Four years ago I tried to warn ya' 'bout this sort of thing.  Obviously no one was listenin'…

"What do you do when you don't have a man to dance with? Well, if you're in Japan, you leave night clubs behind and take your dog to the "Bow-Meow World" in Tokyo."

Not only has it spread 'round the world, the writer's are copyin' each other.

"This is no foxtrot. But you can cha-cha-cha with your </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/2008/07/dj-vu-all-over-again.html" title="Déjà Vu All Over Again" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208945&amp;postID=1592797154821769041" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/1592797154821769041/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1592797154821769041" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208945/posts/default/1592797154821769041" /><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11637905469749780888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208945.post-359400418408545905</id><published>2008-07-18T13:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T15:20:39.771-04:00</updated><title type="text">PETA:  It's Not Just For Animals Any More</title><summary type="text">



Liver Snap® to Kelly the Little Black Dog</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/2008/07/peta-its-not-just-for-animals-any-more.html" title="PETA:  It's Not Just For Animals Any More" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208945&amp;postID=359400418408545905" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/359400418408545905/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/359400418408545905" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208945/posts/default/359400418408545905" /><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11637905469749780888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208945.post-395883511403326784</id><published>2008-07-14T11:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T11:40:29.029-04:00</updated><title type="text">Demo-cat Cam…</title><summary type="text">…catches Bar-ack!-olyte worshipin' at the altar of the Really Cold Fish.




"Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again [like votin' Demo-cat] and expecting different results."   Albert Einstein</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/2008/07/demo-cat-cam.html" title="Demo-cat Cam…" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208945&amp;postID=395883511403326784" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/395883511403326784/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/395883511403326784" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208945/posts/default/395883511403326784" /><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11637905469749780888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208945.post-8477173957929632600</id><published>2008-07-12T01:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T01:16:38.652-04:00</updated><title type="text">Kibbles 'n Bits®</title><summary type="text">Breaking news from Biggleswade and St. Tiggywinkles.  Beatrix Potter is not amused.

From the Biggleswade Chronicle.

"A [22-year-old] man has been arrested…in connection with the theft of 129 rabbits from a farm, police have said.  […]  The [police] spokesman said information about the crime had been posted on websites linked to animal liberation activists.

And at St. Tiggywinkles… 

"Vets at </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/2008/07/kibbles-n-bits.html" title="Kibbles 'n Bits®" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208945&amp;postID=8477173957929632600" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/8477173957929632600/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8477173957929632600" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208945/posts/default/8477173957929632600" /><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11637905469749780888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208945.post-9223176308326090039</id><published>2008-07-11T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:49:56.870-04:00</updated><title type="text">Invisible Magnetic Fields</title><summary type="text">The natural radio of earth and sky.


    Magnetic Movie from Semiconductor on Vimeo.


"The secret lives of invisible magnetic fields are revealed as chaotic ever-changing geometries. All action takes place around NASA's Space Sciences Laboratories, UC Berkeley, to recordings of space scientists describing their discoveries. Actual VLF [very low frequency] audio recordings control the evolution </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/2008/07/invisible-magnetic-fields.html" title="Invisible Magnetic Fields" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208945&amp;postID=9223176308326090039" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/9223176308326090039/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/9223176308326090039" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208945/posts/default/9223176308326090039" /><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11637905469749780888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208945.post-7625528033500459794</id><published>2008-07-09T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:08:04.330-04:00</updated><title type="text">A Face for All Voters</title><summary type="text">Bar-arck!—man of a thousand political faces. 


 


Dug up at Neatorama.  "The photo was an approval shot sent [from Jailbreak Toys] factory for their recent run of the Obama Action Figure—which would explain the chinese newspaper!"
</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/2008/07/face-for-all-voters.html" title="A Face for All Voters" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208945&amp;postID=7625528033500459794" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/7625528033500459794/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/7625528033500459794" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208945/posts/default/7625528033500459794" /><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11637905469749780888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208945.post-957854128501165507</id><published>2008-07-08T08:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T08:19:00.180-04:00</updated><title type="text">The Old vs. Young Debate</title><summary type="text">Bar-ack!'s team is tryin' to define the upcomin' election in terms of age so here's somethin' to consider.

Accordin' to AHM, when she was a pup, she'd dump the piggy bank and run to the corner whenever that merry music maker (aka the ice cream truck) headed down the street.  Dumb, but then she was YOUNG.

Now that she's OLD, she still runs around whenever that stupid music starts, but now she's </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/2008/07/old-vs-young-debate.html" title="The Old vs. Young Debate" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208945&amp;postID=957854128501165507" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/957854128501165507/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/957854128501165507" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208945/posts/default/957854128501165507" /><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11637905469749780888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208945.post-5735672720255024736</id><published>2008-07-04T09:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T09:20:00.442-04:00</updated><title type="text">Happy Fourth of July</title><summary type="text">



Okay, accordin' to Two Dogs I'm a coupla' days late.  But it's the thought that counts, right?  And right now I'm thinkin'…barbecued ribs!!!</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-fourth-of-july.html" title="Happy Fourth of July" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208945&amp;postID=5735672720255024736" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/5735672720255024736/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/5735672720255024736" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208945/posts/default/5735672720255024736" /><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11637905469749780888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208945.post-5250650800766682533</id><published>2008-07-03T23:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T23:52:15.150-04:00</updated><title type="text">Chew 'Em If Ya' Got 'Em</title><summary type="text">Tomorrow all you supposedly superior human animals will be rushin' outside to build a fire and burn some meat, then sit around watchin' other humans blow up stuff to create a bunch of loud, sparkly night lights.  Can't say I’m crazy 'bout the explodin' lights business, but anytime people haul piles of raw meat—or, in our case, a coupla' slabs of ribs—outside, there's always a chance gravity will </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/2008/07/chew-em-if-ya-got-em.html" title="Chew 'Em If Ya' Got 'Em" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208945&amp;postID=5250650800766682533" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/5250650800766682533/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/5250650800766682533" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208945/posts/default/5250650800766682533" /><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11637905469749780888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208945.post-1206279793822371031</id><published>2008-07-03T08:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:10:00.344-04:00</updated><title type="text">Figurin' It Out</title><summary type="text">I haven't worked out that opposable thumbs issue, but I'm still better at figurin' than your average Demo-cat.  Smarter, too, 'cause they seem to wanna' make John McCain's military service an issue in their campaign.

They're basically tryin' to say it isn't relevant to an election, which probably makes sense to Wesley Clark considerin' he got booted from the ring after he screwed up at NATO.  </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/2008/07/figurin-it-out.html" title="Figurin' It Out" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208945&amp;postID=1206279793822371031" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/1206279793822371031/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1206279793822371031" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208945/posts/default/1206279793822371031" /><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11637905469749780888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208945.post-8072627627835579417</id><published>2008-06-30T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T15:35:00.893-04:00</updated><title type="text">Two Minute Montage</title><summary type="text">Paul Proulx has strung together clips from 100 of his favorite films and created a 2 minute montage.  How many do you recognize?



Dug up at Netorama
</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/2008/06/two-minute-montage.html" title="Two Minute Montage" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208945&amp;postID=8072627627835579417" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/8072627627835579417/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8072627627835579417" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208945/posts/default/8072627627835579417" /><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11637905469749780888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208945.post-1599965246166386458</id><published>2008-06-24T08:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T08:03:00.717-04:00</updated><title type="text">Chicago Demo-cat Machine Air Force</title><summary type="text">A sample of what they have planned if ya' don't vote for the guy whose name sounds like a fe-lyin' hackin' up a hairball.

Blackbirds dive-bombing Chicago residents.

"The attacks bare obvious, though rather less lethal, comparisons to the film The Birds and one of the worst offenders has indeed been nicknamed Hitchcock after the movie's director.

"Holly Grosso, a local businesswoman, said she </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/2008/06/chicago-demo-cat-machine-air-force.html" title="Chicago Demo-cat Machine Air Force" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208945&amp;postID=1599965246166386458" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/1599965246166386458/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1599965246166386458" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208945/posts/default/1599965246166386458" /><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11637905469749780888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208945.post-4619449443389583662</id><published>2008-06-18T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:50:46.063-04:00</updated><title type="text">Post Turtle</title><summary type="text">Found this in the mailman's bag—and I didn't even have to chase him.

While suturing a cut on the hand of a 75 year old Texas rancher, whose hand was caught in a gate while working cattle, the doctor struck up a conversation with the old man.

Eventually the topic got around to Obama and his bid to be our President.

The old rancher said, "Well, ya' know, Obama is a 'post turtle'."

Not being </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/2008/06/post-turtle.html" title="Post Turtle" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208945&amp;postID=4619449443389583662" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/4619449443389583662/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/4619449443389583662" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208945/posts/default/4619449443389583662" /><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11637905469749780888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208945.post-8157057140837064629</id><published>2008-06-14T08:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T08:40:41.070-04:00</updated><title type="text">Kibbles 'n Bits®</title><summary type="text">Uppity Terrier=1 Bit Bull=0

Everything's bigger in Texas

"What has webbed feet like a duck, scales on its tail but is furry and weighs about 80 pounds?" 

Women Flock To Bird Poop Facials

It's called uguisu no fun powder and costs $180 a pop.  Ya' could do the same thing by stickin' your head outta' the car window.

Hope for fe-lyin' owners everywhere

"Were hairballs once considered things of</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/2008/06/kibbles-n-bits.html" title="Kibbles 'n Bits®" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208945&amp;postID=8157057140837064629" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/8157057140837064629/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8157057140837064629" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208945/posts/default/8157057140837064629" /><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11637905469749780888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208945.post-6135660533582922785</id><published>2008-06-11T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T14:29:01.842-04:00</updated><title type="text">Hubris</title><summary type="text">AHM likes those sort of fancy words, but it's just another expression for thinkin' you're all the kibble 'n some of the bits—like a Demo-cat runnin' for political office.

I waited a few days before writin' about Big Brown's loss in the Belmont, just to make sure he was really okay.  After spendin' time readin' the various blogs and comments 'bout the whole thing, AHM and me noticed there were a </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/2008/06/hubris.html" title="Hubris" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208945&amp;postID=6135660533582922785" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/6135660533582922785/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/6135660533582922785" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208945/posts/default/6135660533582922785" /><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11637905469749780888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208945.post-7819312694759889096</id><published>2008-06-11T08:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T08:10:01.210-04:00</updated><title type="text">Urkel Rides Again…</title><summary type="text">


…with a flat tire.

Dug up at Don Surber's blog
</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/2008/06/urkel-rides-again.html" title="Urkel Rides Again…" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208945&amp;postID=7819312694759889096" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/7819312694759889096/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/7819312694759889096" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208945/posts/default/7819312694759889096" /><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11637905469749780888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208945.post-906796751676476360</id><published>2008-06-06T15:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T15:53:00.573-04:00</updated><title type="text">"The time has come," the Walrus said,</title><summary type="text">
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes—and ships—and sealing-wax— 
Of cabbages—and kings— 
And why the sea is boiling hot— 
And whether Big Brown has wings."*


Over at The Blood-Horse blogs there's a separate thead just for people to wish Big Brown good luck in the Belmont.  Interestin' read—'specially those writers who don't seem to be thinkin' before typin'—like the lady who posted "To all</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-has-come-walrus-said.html" title="&quot;The time has come,&quot; the Walrus said," /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208945&amp;postID=906796751676476360" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/906796751676476360/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/906796751676476360" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208945/posts/default/906796751676476360" /><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11637905469749780888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208945.post-1304805571206782302</id><published>2008-06-06T10:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T10:25:34.247-04:00</updated><title type="text">June 6, 1944</title><summary type="text">Listen to D Day as it happened.

"June 6, 1944 marked the Allied invasion of Europe into Normandy, France; an event which marked the beginning of the end for Hitler's Nazi regime in World War II. Termed "Operation Overlord" it was the largest air, land, and sea operation undertaken before or since D-Day. The landing included over 5,000 ships, 11,000 airplanes, and over 150,000 service men. The </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/2008/06/june-6-1944.html" title="June 6, 1944" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208945&amp;postID=1304805571206782302" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/1304805571206782302/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1304805571206782302" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208945/posts/default/1304805571206782302" /><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11637905469749780888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208945.post-3968224782307882208</id><published>2008-06-05T23:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:46:05.931-04:00</updated><title type="text">"Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night…"</title><summary type="text">

</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/2008/06/neither-snow-nor-rain-nor-heat-nor.html" title="&quot;Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night…&quot;" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208945&amp;postID=3968224782307882208" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/3968224782307882208/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3968224782307882208" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208945/posts/default/3968224782307882208" /><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11637905469749780888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208945.post-4809832550338213150</id><published>2008-06-04T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:22:00.349-04:00</updated><title type="text">Yamamoto* Returns</title><summary type="text">Well, it's time for another horse race.  This time the Belmont Stakes—with Big Brown goin' for all the Big Apples.

There's lots of yappin' out there 'bout another horse called Casino Drive who won a race or two in the Far East then came over here and wowed 'em in the Peter Pan Stakes.  At least he's walkin' around Belmont (literally) wowin' a bunch of pundits and track writers.  Me, not so </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/2008/06/yamamoto-returns.html" title="Yamamoto* Returns" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208945&amp;postID=4809832550338213150" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/4809832550338213150/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/4809832550338213150" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208945/posts/default/4809832550338213150" /><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11637905469749780888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208945.post-2604310526915008970</id><published>2008-06-03T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T13:27:02.760-04:00</updated><title type="text">Honda Tryin' to Leash the Canine Consumer</title><summary type="text">I'm surprised Lance and Maggie haven't started houndin' their human about this.

More info here.</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/2008/06/honda-tryin-to-leash-canine-consumer.html" title="Honda Tryin' to Leash the Canine Consumer" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208945&amp;postID=2604310526915008970" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/2604310526915008970/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://terriorists.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/2604310526915008970" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208945/posts/default/2604310526915008970" /><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11637905469749780888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>
