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They didn't let the guy on the tracks join the people train due to a difference of views between coffee or tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995307250837513210-829961993569417037?l=weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~4/CcO-0qI7QyI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/829961993569417037/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2012/01/sometimes-its-good-to-be-american.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/829961993569417037?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/829961993569417037?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~3/CcO-0qI7QyI/sometimes-its-good-to-be-american.html" title="Sometimes It's Good To be an American" /><author><name>Dr. P. Poorluk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866459052881626695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGI6xJ0Oe-Y/SmeEhQE6E9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/N1x1_Uv4nD0/S220/DSC_4877.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IefBpZ7Fe6o/TwahkZVCqiI/AAAAAAAAAL8/2E7jab8pxZM/s72-c/Weird%2BThoughts%2BTrain.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2012/01/sometimes-its-good-to-be-american.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAFQ3Y5fCp7ImA9WhRWFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995307250837513210.post-7788851974248234780</id><published>2012-01-02T04:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T04:31:52.824-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-02T04:31:52.824-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="end" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="world" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="die" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="end of world" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="calendar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="destruction" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mayans" /><title>Happy New Year Everyone! You're All Gonna Die!</title><content type="html">
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Hmm... Guess it didn't dawn on me that there could be a few people left that may not have been paying attention to the discovery channel. If this is you, please relax as I break this to you as carefully as possible. You are going to die in December. Don't panic, because everyone you know is going to die as well. But at least before you die you will have the chance to see a quick moment of the earth spinning fluid-like at about 1,000 miles per hour under your feet while the poles swap, or maybe a mega&amp;nbsp;tsunami blotting the sun out over your house.&amp;nbsp;On the other hand, you may have the chance to see a mega super ray of energy burn through our&amp;nbsp;atmosphere, blasting from a quasar billions of miles away that just happened to reach us. Sorry to bring you down, but you may need to rev change your New Years resolutions to&amp;nbsp;accommodate not lasting the year.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ddRuUxjb5I0/TwF5JCB2rwI/AAAAAAAAALk/dLYdDOBhPS0/s1600/will_the_world_end.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ddRuUxjb5I0/TwF5JCB2rwI/AAAAAAAAALk/dLYdDOBhPS0/s1600/will_the_world_end.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;On the other hand, the&amp;nbsp;Mayans&amp;nbsp;(the ones who named the date) call it the time of change, not necessarily the day of destruction. I am going to love to see how that one is played out. If nothing happens, how quickly do you think the&amp;nbsp;die hard&amp;nbsp;end of timers will come up with excuses? The end has started, but it will take longer than their lifetime for the end to take full effect. Kind of like an end of world time release capsule that Earth will swallow in December.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Don't get me wrong, I don't want to be the guy treading water while&amp;nbsp;watching&amp;nbsp;the ark float away, after telling Noah he's a reject for thinking that it's going to rain. That would be embarrassing. Nor do I want to fall into the 'We're all gonna die' company, as this perception is usually nuts. Especially when particular dates are given.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Personally, I think the Mayan calender ends on that particular day for a different kind of reason. Reason being is, well, it needs to end somewhere! Think about the guy who had to perform all the calculations. Staring at the stars every night scribbling down this lousy calendar, dealing with cataracts that has made even that particularly difficult, and scratching down results with arthritic hands and fingers. Spending his adult life trying to figure out the date for thousands of years after he will be long since dead. It was made by a human, how the hell is it going to go on&amp;nbsp;infinitely? I guess I'm saying he stopped. Flat out decided that enough is enough... December of the year 2012 is as good of a time as any to call it a job well done.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Oh yeah, there is that whole alien giving the Mayans their calendar thing... Of course...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995307250837513210-7788851974248234780?l=weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~4/nUQcMrQygC0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/7788851974248234780/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-everyone-youre-all-gonna.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/7788851974248234780?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/7788851974248234780?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~3/nUQcMrQygC0/happy-new-year-everyone-youre-all-gonna.html" title="Happy New Year Everyone! You're All Gonna Die!" /><author><name>Dr. P. Poorluk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866459052881626695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGI6xJ0Oe-Y/SmeEhQE6E9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/N1x1_Uv4nD0/S220/DSC_4877.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ddRuUxjb5I0/TwF5JCB2rwI/AAAAAAAAALk/dLYdDOBhPS0/s72-c/will_the_world_end.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-everyone-youre-all-gonna.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4GQnYzeSp7ImA9WhRXF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995307250837513210.post-4912993475562255520</id><published>2011-12-24T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T15:35:23.881-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-24T15:35:23.881-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="whiners" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rant" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="complaint" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="people" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Merry Christmas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="religion" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holidays" /><title>Merry Christmas to All!</title><content type="html">
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Oh my god did I say Merry Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Happy Holidays my ass. I love how this time of year brings out the whiner in allot of people. The same people that complain about what's been on a building for the last 80 years, or file complaints because someone's yard decorations make them think of a religion besides their own. What I dislike about these people even more is that they've forced me to whine about them!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;This isn't a personal gripe, as if someone's complained about any decor in my yard. But every time I turn on any talk radio or watch the news, inevitably there it is. Someone's put up a nativity scene again and someone driving through town is offended and uses his right to form a protest. Of all the things to complain about... I wish I had so few things to worry about and waste time on, to file complaints to town offices and stand around in protest because someone does something I don't like.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;If you don't like it, don't look at it. And if you happen to look at it anyway, mumble and curse under your breath about these people like any other red blooded American, and make an end of it. To be any more reactive than that is just being a sniveling&amp;nbsp;whine-ass&amp;nbsp;that needs an enema.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aside from the statements above I have no strong feelings on the matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Merry Christmas to all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dr. P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995307250837513210-4912993475562255520?l=weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~4/Ocyw8mecHlc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/4912993475562255520/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-to-all.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/4912993475562255520?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/4912993475562255520?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~3/Ocyw8mecHlc/merry-christmas-to-all.html" title="Merry Christmas to All!" /><author><name>Dr. P. Poorluk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866459052881626695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGI6xJ0Oe-Y/SmeEhQE6E9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/N1x1_Uv4nD0/S220/DSC_4877.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-naa7QWzZjIs/TvY2hqxQBHI/AAAAAAAAALY/U0QX3iLh36w/s72-c/santa-squatting.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-to-all.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUMR345cSp7ImA9WhdUF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995307250837513210.post-8561880406109005781</id><published>2011-10-04T23:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T23:44:46.029-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-04T23:44:46.029-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parade" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dumb ass" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="money" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="horses" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shark" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="suicide" /><title>Dr P's Famous Quotes &amp; Reactions</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tSnKqXj7cB1Sdq-c6V4eAFBQ3MY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tSnKqXj7cB1Sdq-c6V4eAFBQ3MY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tSnKqXj7cB1Sdq-c6V4eAFBQ3MY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tSnKqXj7cB1Sdq-c6V4eAFBQ3MY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Money doesn't buy happiness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Even if this is true, misery is insured without it. This is still a stupid quote as money doesn't buy anything... People do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CK0PoIfQsy8/TovSUN2h4oI/AAAAAAAAALQ/SrYb1AqRe1I/s1600/jump+the+shark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CK0PoIfQsy8/TovSUN2h4oI/AAAAAAAAALQ/SrYb1AqRe1I/s1600/jump+the+shark.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The summit of happiness is reached when a person is ready to be what he is. &lt;/i&gt;What if you're a scumbag? Or how about a&amp;nbsp;would&amp;nbsp;be child&amp;nbsp;molester&amp;nbsp;coming to the realization of what he is after getting his ass kicked all over a playground by a couple of enraged parents? Does this eureka moment produce a sense of happiness?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
3. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;He jumped the shark&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (or) &lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't jump the shark. &lt;/b&gt;What's wrong with 'Don't overreact' or 'take your time'? This sounds more like what you'd say about a suicide. For example, One would say "Where's Stan?" the other answers "You didn't hear? Last Tuesday he jumped the shark." Wouldn't that be a more likely outcome from jumping a shark? Death?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
4.&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Don't rain on my parade! &lt;/i&gt;This usually comes when someone is given news that he or she doesn't like. Well, if you can't deal with the truth, you don't deserve to have your own personal dumb ass parade! Stand on the sidewalks like everyone else that had enough sense to bring an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'll do some more of these as they come to mind. Until then, stay safe and remember... &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Never punch a gift horse in the mouth with a roll of wooden nickles.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Horses have four horseshoes... They must be the luckiest creatures of them all. Hmmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995307250837513210-8561880406109005781?l=weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~4/w8t5tRjtmj4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8561880406109005781/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2011/10/dr-ps-famous-quotes-reactions.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/8561880406109005781?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/8561880406109005781?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~3/w8t5tRjtmj4/dr-ps-famous-quotes-reactions.html" title="Dr P's Famous Quotes &amp; Reactions" /><author><name>Dr. P. Poorluk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866459052881626695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGI6xJ0Oe-Y/SmeEhQE6E9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/N1x1_Uv4nD0/S220/DSC_4877.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CK0PoIfQsy8/TovSUN2h4oI/AAAAAAAAALQ/SrYb1AqRe1I/s72-c/jump+the+shark.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2011/10/dr-ps-famous-quotes-reactions.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cDQHo-eip7ImA9WhdVGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995307250837513210.post-3636797975891039277</id><published>2011-09-24T17:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T11:37:51.452-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-25T11:37:51.452-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conspiracy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hair" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="peepholes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seclusion" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="windows" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crazies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weirdo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="assweeds" /><title>Aint this Cute!</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7EJnOblZpux3ut2iFN6r8ScNy3s/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7EJnOblZpux3ut2iFN6r8ScNy3s/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7EJnOblZpux3ut2iFN6r8ScNy3s/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7EJnOblZpux3ut2iFN6r8ScNy3s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Here's a DR. P. Poorluk poem for all of you emotional types. Concept via my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://awwarjournal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rise of the Assweeds&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I've taped my windows to my house, securely fastened like a louse.&lt;br /&gt;
Drilled new peepholes to see who's there. My aim was off, can only see hair.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YT5OU1Z0HmU/Tn5Jy5Kd8II/AAAAAAAAALM/JXHPhfkTBhQ/s1600/skimask+weirdo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YT5OU1Z0HmU/Tn5Jy5Kd8II/AAAAAAAAALM/JXHPhfkTBhQ/s1600/skimask+weirdo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About the house my peepholes fall, at least 13 through every wall.&lt;br /&gt;
Here and there I came to find, wires in walls that cooked my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
The drill hit one and shot out a spark, so now I'm hidden in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;
I find in the dark number two can be done, but I'm still perfecting number one.&lt;br /&gt;
So now I hold number one till the day, at times I can't make it all the way.&lt;br /&gt;
Small price to pay for my seclusion, mother says I'm in some kind of delusion.&lt;br /&gt;
She wouldn't think of who's lurking about, she's stuck at home rubbing her gout.&lt;br /&gt;
But I know the freaks outside of my door, the weirdos, the &amp;nbsp;crazies with whom I'm at war!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;*Gonzo the cat was not hurt in the creation of this poem.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995307250837513210-3636797975891039277?l=weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~4/VLaye-DUn_g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/3636797975891039277/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2011/09/aint-this-cute.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/3636797975891039277?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/3636797975891039277?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~3/VLaye-DUn_g/aint-this-cute.html" title="Aint this Cute!" /><author><name>Dr. P. Poorluk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866459052881626695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGI6xJ0Oe-Y/SmeEhQE6E9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/N1x1_Uv4nD0/S220/DSC_4877.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YT5OU1Z0HmU/Tn5Jy5Kd8II/AAAAAAAAALM/JXHPhfkTBhQ/s72-c/skimask+weirdo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2011/09/aint-this-cute.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEERX04cCp7ImA9WhdVFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995307250837513210.post-6252682072492014154</id><published>2011-09-20T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T00:10:04.338-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-22T00:10:04.338-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bad luck" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="block" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="keywords" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogging" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mad Libs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bikes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="babble" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adsense" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2012" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="change your life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="abilities" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="advice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brain" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="BS" /><title>Using Keyword Bubble</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Yv3FxabJlS9vTrkOdBxgU8tFRfw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Yv3FxabJlS9vTrkOdBxgU8tFRfw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Yv3FxabJlS9vTrkOdBxgU8tFRfw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Yv3FxabJlS9vTrkOdBxgU8tFRfw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I mad libbed my keyword bubble that you'll find here on the site called 'Trippy Word Count', out of a complete lack of intelligent thought. It is kind of weird, but what would you expect on a page dawning the word! Keywords were not moved from the order they were in when I cut &amp;amp; pasted them, and they have been&amp;nbsp;italicized. It actually &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; kind of a challenge to come up with any continuity. What the hell, why not read the rest of the post to see what I've come up with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDW6hOb3SDw/TnqjfF2t-1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/8CwcRJDPCYA/s1600/Printable-mad-libs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDW6hOb3SDw/TnqjfF2t-1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/8CwcRJDPCYA/s200/Printable-mad-libs.jpg" width="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; In the year &lt;i&gt;2012&lt;/i&gt;, I hope that supernatural &lt;i&gt;abilities&lt;/i&gt; evolve for anyone who uses &lt;i&gt;adsense&lt;/i&gt;. The wrong &lt;i&gt;advice&lt;/i&gt; given in the opportune moment can be &lt;i&gt;amazing&lt;/i&gt;! When given bad advice by a group of &lt;i&gt;assweeds&lt;/i&gt;, you find yourself with your brain shrunken just a bit, and&lt;i&gt; babble&lt;/i&gt; dribbles out of your face like a fountain. When encountered with this sort of &lt;i&gt;bad luck&lt;/i&gt;,  &lt;i&gt;bikes&lt;/i&gt; are out of the question since you may be killed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; If you tend to &lt;i&gt;block&lt;/i&gt; reality, &lt;i&gt;blogging&lt;/i&gt; may very well be the answer to all of the aforementioned issues. Instead of staring at your walls like a&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;bobble &lt;/i&gt;head, try&lt;i&gt; books&lt;/i&gt;! Or, you may feast your&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;brain&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;on this kind of&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;BS&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;If you want to&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;change your life&lt;/i&gt;, fashion a&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; complaint &lt;/i&gt;of some sort, and get in the game! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Are you the type that finds&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;conspiracy &lt;/i&gt;in everything you see? Well, you're probably&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;crazy&lt;/i&gt;. But rejoice because they make a&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;cream&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;for that and can be found in any region at your local Walmart! That's right! For a measly 50&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;credits&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;definition&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;of such a condition can be changed to fit your needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Side effects are&amp;nbsp;violent&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;deja vu &lt;/i&gt;episodes of becoming a&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Disney&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;character. &lt;i&gt;Driving &lt;/i&gt;is not&amp;nbsp;recommended&amp;nbsp;while using this miracle, because it tends to make you&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;evil&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;If you fancy the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;falling game&lt;/i&gt;, this also may be a side effect that will lead down the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;trail &lt;/i&gt;of the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;goofy.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; If you choose to research this miracle cure via&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Google&lt;/i&gt;, you may run into some undesirables. You may bump into someone who decides to call you a&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;hairliphammerjackcolon&lt;/i&gt;, but use kid gloves with such a person, as&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;hangnails &lt;/i&gt;tend to mess with a people's&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;heads&lt;/i&gt;. Do not use the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;high beams&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;on the way to Walmart, you may stir the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;hornets&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--f18lW7tEHQ/Tnqj4HQ58wI/AAAAAAAAALA/xUIRJomaM44/s1600/Mad-libs-online__red.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--f18lW7tEHQ/Tnqj4HQ58wI/AAAAAAAAALA/xUIRJomaM44/s1600/Mad-libs-online__red.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;A sense of&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;humor&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;should never be used while eating&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;ice icecream&lt;/i&gt;, because it may distract and kill&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; joggers. Jogging&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;can be very dangerous, and in&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;life&lt;/i&gt;, you should be creating a&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;list &lt;/i&gt;of these dangers that come with&amp;nbsp;exercise. If you keep it in your&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;lunchbox&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;i&gt; money&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;pours out of your thermos like water from a fall, from there your ready for the &lt;i&gt;movies&lt;/i&gt;! Political&lt;i&gt; music &lt;/i&gt;is harmful to listen to while exercising, as the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;nerves &lt;/i&gt;begin to exit the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;nervous system&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; Another note... Bad&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;news &lt;/i&gt;over an&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;online job &lt;/i&gt;creates too mush&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;pain &lt;/i&gt;for&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;paranormal people&lt;/i&gt;. If you are&lt;i&gt; powerful&lt;/i&gt;, a&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; prediction&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;from a&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;psychic&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;may cause you to hide from the&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;public. &lt;/i&gt;So be sure to leave a&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;quarter &lt;/i&gt;as a tip.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Quitter Socks&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;are ill advised while dealing with that medium, and may cause him to &lt;i&gt;rant &lt;/i&gt;over his&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;sandwich&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; If you &lt;i&gt;search &lt;/i&gt;online for a &lt;i&gt;story&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; teeth &lt;/i&gt;begin to grow in the heads of&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;terrorists &lt;/i&gt;giving them&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;thoughts&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;of eating food. This&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;time&lt;/i&gt;, the&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;toothache&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;is all theirs, and may cause&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;traffic&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;in the space between their ears which may prevent them from being able to&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;travel&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;If you feel like being&amp;nbsp;alongside&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;trees,&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;try taking a&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;trek&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;through the woods. While&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;trekking&lt;/i&gt;, Don't be&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; wacky &lt;/i&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;walk weird&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;like an idiot. Use&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;words&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;writers&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;would be proud of when not suffering from&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;writers block&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you follow all the instruction given on this post,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;you will &lt;/i&gt;deserve to be committed to the nearest psychiatric, mental facility.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995307250837513210-6252682072492014154?l=weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~4/v1wAd2jCdmM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/6252682072492014154/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2011/09/using-keyword-bubble.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/6252682072492014154?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/6252682072492014154?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~3/v1wAd2jCdmM/using-keyword-bubble.html" title="Using Keyword Bubble" /><author><name>Dr. P. Poorluk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866459052881626695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGI6xJ0Oe-Y/SmeEhQE6E9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/N1x1_Uv4nD0/S220/DSC_4877.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDW6hOb3SDw/TnqjfF2t-1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/8CwcRJDPCYA/s72-c/Printable-mad-libs.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2011/09/using-keyword-bubble.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MHRH46fCp7ImA9WhdVFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995307250837513210.post-5646596351188233549</id><published>2011-09-16T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T23:17:15.014-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-21T23:17:15.014-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trek" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quarter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trekking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="falling" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="game trail" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bad luck" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="walk" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trees" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hornets" /><title>Cause and Effect</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/peMe4W8Dr2PXeEvH3xw4KX7IKhE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/peMe4W8Dr2PXeEvH3xw4KX7IKhE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bjz7jxQvZuE/Tnqoe5HQQCI/AAAAAAAAALI/ynW7p0b-R8I/s1600/8863425-row-of-dominoes-standing-vertically.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="154" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bjz7jxQvZuE/Tnqoe5HQQCI/AAAAAAAAALI/ynW7p0b-R8I/s200/8863425-row-of-dominoes-standing-vertically.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; So I took a stroll down the street&amp;nbsp;one day&amp;nbsp;with several things on my mind. Half paying attention to my surroundings, (Just enough to keep myself from getting plastered by oncoming traffic), my gaze shifted to an object, somehow placed on loose runoff sand roadside. A quarter. I've got no problem picking up change that others decide they don't want. Fools!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; While squatting, picking up my twenty five cent treasure, I see a small game trail shooting off into the woods. I stand and figure why not? So down the trail I go. Twenty minutes or so go by, the roar of traffic is now long since gone, replaced by the tranquil sounds of the woods. Still preoccupied with deep thought, I never noticed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; All of a sudden my attention deficit had been violently assaulted by a muddy brook that spanned a foot across and a foot deep. After removing my foot from the muck, I looked around and realized that I had absolutely no idea where I had wound up. No big deal, just come back the way you came. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Wrong. The game trail had broken off into several different directions, at several intervals throughout the woods. So I pick what 'feels' right and move along with one foot now heavier than the other. In my trek, I hear buzzing coming from overhead. A hornet's nest perched midway up a dead tree. Great! Needless to say, my pace quickens, but to no avail. Throughout a quarter mile radius from where I stood, one would hear, "Aah",then followed by the sound of a slap, then another "Aah", slap,&amp;nbsp;"Aah", slap, "AAAAAAAHHHHH"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;over and over again. This repeated till I moved out of the hornet's range.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ym7YrelytJ8/Tnqnk8SP1fI/AAAAAAAAALE/Vuc0XA4DCYE/s1600/cause-and-effect.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="144" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ym7YrelytJ8/Tnqnk8SP1fI/AAAAAAAAALE/Vuc0XA4DCYE/s200/cause-and-effect.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Walking on, (with leaves, mud, and small twigs stuck to my shoe), I found myself very distracted with periodic mosquito swats and branch dodging. At one point, this chosen trail started climbing up a steep hill. Eventually I found myself clutching at branches, trying to pull myself up without losing balance. Midway up, I latched on to a thick branch in which I took full confidence in it's ability to hold my weight while I&amp;nbsp;pulled myself onward. I chose&amp;nbsp;unwisely. Snap! Off I go spiraling down the hill, smashing into every branch and tree that once helped me on. My plummet stops and I can think of only one thing. The phrase, 'Falling out of the ugly tree and hitting every branch on the way down.' Why I don't know, it was just there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; After a while, I abandoned the trails and just decided to make my own way to the road and found success. When I reached the road, I took a moment to assess myself. Everything I had worn was filthy from the tumble. Pants ripped, shirt ripped, one white shoe, one dark brown with woods poo, stings around the face and several places that I dare not inspect roadside, and small scratches anywhere that was exposed. As I stood, not 1 mile away from home, a car pulls aside and stops. The driver kindly handed me a twenty and proceeded to direct me to the nearest shelter, and drove away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I walk into the house and into the living room where my wife sat horrified at the sight of me. "What the hell happened to you!" she said almost in a panic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; "I found a quarter." I said plainly, then went back outside and began contemplating how good my day would have been if I never noticed that damned quarter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Is this a true story? Who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995307250837513210-5646596351188233549?l=weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~4/Ul1mS2yroco" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/5646596351188233549/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2011/09/cause-and-effect.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/5646596351188233549?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/5646596351188233549?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~3/Ul1mS2yroco/cause-and-effect.html" title="Cause and Effect" /><author><name>Dr. P. Poorluk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866459052881626695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGI6xJ0Oe-Y/SmeEhQE6E9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/N1x1_Uv4nD0/S220/DSC_4877.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bjz7jxQvZuE/Tnqoe5HQQCI/AAAAAAAAALI/ynW7p0b-R8I/s72-c/8863425-row-of-dominoes-standing-vertically.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2011/09/cause-and-effect.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcDSX4yfCp7ImA9WhdWF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995307250837513210.post-410081624955833531</id><published>2011-09-10T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T21:21:18.094-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-10T21:21:18.094-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="psychic" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="powerful" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amazing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="change your life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="abilities" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="you will" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prediction" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paranormal" /><title>10 Things that you will do in one day.</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E02pM5AQAxil88V9RfwKXfzyqT0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E02pM5AQAxil88V9RfwKXfzyqT0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; It being quite a while since I've posted anything at all on any of my blogs, I'd like to take this opportunity to explain why. I've mastered a new psychic ability. One which I am going to prove to you right now, that I am the most powerful being in the universe. I present to you 10 things that you will do in one day. I am going to lay out one of your days for you. This will be every day of your life. For those that have been reincarnated, your previous lives do not apply. &lt;b&gt;Read on and be amazed!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. Wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;No matter what time, you will wake up at least once in any given day, save one. And on &amp;nbsp;that day you don't wake, I predict that you will be dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. Find a Toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You will either go and use your own, one at work, at friend's, maybe even create one against a tree somewhere. No matter what, you will find one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3. Think about something you would like to do, or need to do for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anything from combing your hair, going to work, turning on your computer, buying gas, hitting the john, hitting the neighbors dog with a lamp, jumping off a bridge.... You know. Daily mundane stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;4. You will look at something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;(The blind excluded) I predict today you will look at something at some point in your day, &amp;amp; will be&amp;nbsp;unprovoked&amp;nbsp;in any way, to think any differently than you would have otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;5. You will dodge something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Be it someone crossing your path, walking around a wall to find a doorway, a vehicle, or any other type of non-organic projectile. You will move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;6. You will pick something up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Your keys, pants, socks, kids, cats, dogs, wallet, purse, mail, phone, silverware,&amp;nbsp;dumbbell, barbell, brick, fork, spoon, cup, glass, box, salt / pepper shakers, can, cards, cash, and a bag... I know without a shadow of a doubt, that you will pick up at least one of these on any given day for the rest of your lives. Try not to be as humbled as you know you should be by my psychicness...ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;7. You will smell something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You will at some point in a day, smell something. More often than not, it will be yourself. For good or for shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;8. You will eat, or want to eat something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Knowing that some people lack the concept of time, and go a day or two without eating, I predict that these people will miss a day or two every now and then, but will at least think of eating something. These people are either Gears of War fans or victims of a Star Trek the Next Generation marathon. Everyone else will eat something. Be Amazed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;9. You will think of at least two songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Guaranteed. You will think of at least two. One that you like, and one you wish you had never been subjected to. These are the ones that stick inside your head all day. Love Boat theme &amp;amp; disco songs are the worst offenders. Love.... So exciting and new....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;10. You will get annoyed at least once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;At the very least, once. Your dog won't stop licking itself, leaky pipes, the computer is extremely slow, your lighter stopped working, traffic is making you late for your the rest of your life,&amp;nbsp;squeaky&amp;nbsp;doors &amp;amp; chairs, other peoples kids, head or body aches, nothing but crap on television, thumb squashed with a hammer, hangnails, nonstop ringing o the phone, soggy cereal,&amp;nbsp;wedgies, spam, beatings, hold ups, getting shot by accident (annoying), losing your stuff, finding your stuff and it's ruined or on fire, close calls, faulty appliances, lousy views, bad weather, blown bulbs, low oil, people deciding to suck,&amp;nbsp;trashy&amp;nbsp;pits, swamp ass, kids fighting, neighbors fighting and on fire, lead broken on pencils, you spilled your drink, you slipped and fell, cow flops too fresh on tossing day, just came back from the store and found that you are out of something you didn't pick up, ringing ears, bad gas with unfortunate timing, mosquitoes or anything else that needs to buzz in your ear, and last but not least... Alarm clocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Any one of these will happen to every one of you, every day for the rest of your lives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Please... Please... Your welcome. It is only a small token that I request in return for me making full use of this new paranormal gift that has been bestowed upon me. All I ask&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;return, is that you leave me a comment, describing how I have personally changed your life, now that I, in one amazing&amp;nbsp;foul&amp;nbsp;swoop, have unlocked the secrets of your future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995307250837513210-410081624955833531?l=weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~4/yLfP_zEloYQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/410081624955833531/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2011/09/10-things-that-you-will-do-in-one-day.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/410081624955833531?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/410081624955833531?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~3/yLfP_zEloYQ/10-things-that-you-will-do-in-one-day.html" title="10 Things that you will do in one day." /><author><name>Dr. P. Poorluk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866459052881626695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGI6xJ0Oe-Y/SmeEhQE6E9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/N1x1_Uv4nD0/S220/DSC_4877.JPG" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2011/09/10-things-that-you-will-do-in-one-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEBQXc9fyp7ImA9WxNRF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995307250837513210.post-8411624483980024521</id><published>2009-09-12T09:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T09:37:30.967-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-12T09:37:30.967-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teeth" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nerves" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="evil" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brain" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nervous system" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pain" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="toothache" /><title>Your Brain Hates You!</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AZE-BOqhXoEXBZfrCg_mkm1jJKk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AZE-BOqhXoEXBZfrCg_mkm1jJKk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AZE-BOqhXoEXBZfrCg_mkm1jJKk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AZE-BOqhXoEXBZfrCg_mkm1jJKk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGI6xJ0Oe-Y/SqrfFc2q64I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/y0VhdB9hFIo/s1600-h/300_pain_killer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGI6xJ0Oe-Y/SqrfFc2q64I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/y0VhdB9hFIo/s200/300_pain_killer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate pain. All pain. Pain hurts. Pain is suppose to be the body's warning signal that something really bad is going on, which is fine. But why can't the body tone it down a bit, instead of us going through the agony of extreme pain? Especially over&amp;amp; over again over the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pain is felt by nerves, which has to answer to the brain. They are connected to the brain through our nervous system... My problem with this is I guess our brains. Do our brains think that we're so stupid, that it's necessary to feel pain constantly when we hurt something? Think about a burn. In my opinion, there's nothing much worse than a burn. Pain can go on &amp;amp; on for quite some time, depending on the burns severity. Why the hell is it necessary to feel the pain of the burn consistently? Does our brain think that we'll forget about that fleshy, blistering smear stretched up the arm due to a violent accident with a toaster? Why would our brain think we'd forget? There's a conundrum for you.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGI6xJ0Oe-Y/Squjn7TyDYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/C_4IoUwians/s1600-h/soretooth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGI6xJ0Oe-Y/Squjn7TyDYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/C_4IoUwians/s320/soretooth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How about a tooth ache? Ever have one of those so bad that there is no rest, no relief, no mercy? You can feel the swelling running up your face &amp;amp; down your neck, can barely open your eyes due to the pain. I don't mean having to deal with a cavity. I'm talking about the "It's time to go to the hospital before you die of infection" type of thing. Ever been through that? And you still think that your brain doesn't hate you? I would think that there's got to be a better way! Maybe override your decision making area &amp;amp; throw you into robot mode, that forces you to head to the nearest medical facility. Well, I guess that's the same concept as night of the living dead, but you know what I mean. But the brain chooses pain. Damn thing!&lt;br /&gt;
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To support the case over how cruel the brain can be, I give you phantom pains. How tormenting to the unfortunate individual who is missing any particular part of the body, that they feel pain in the part that is now gone! It's not enough that you no longer have that leg, but your brain that hates you, is giving you an invisible pain on your invisible knee as a reminder! How evil is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995307250837513210-8411624483980024521?l=weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~4/hvUuOOKoNAc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8411624483980024521/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2009/09/your-brain-hates-you.html#comment-form" title="18 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/8411624483980024521?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/8411624483980024521?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~3/hvUuOOKoNAc/your-brain-hates-you.html" title="Your Brain Hates You!" /><author><name>Dr. P. Poorluk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866459052881626695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGI6xJ0Oe-Y/SmeEhQE6E9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/N1x1_Uv4nD0/S220/DSC_4877.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGI6xJ0Oe-Y/SqrfFc2q64I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/y0VhdB9hFIo/s72-c/300_pain_killer.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>18</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2009/09/your-brain-hates-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEADR3g7fyp7ImA9WxNREkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995307250837513210.post-1059519270508411823</id><published>2009-09-06T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T13:06:16.607-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-06T13:06:16.607-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adsense" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="money" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="terrorists" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogging" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="BS" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="online job" /><title>B*LLS%$T</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4sPhPvNtmHS_vVzzvtYSFXNCDWc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4sPhPvNtmHS_vVzzvtYSFXNCDWc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4sPhPvNtmHS_vVzzvtYSFXNCDWc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4sPhPvNtmHS_vVzzvtYSFXNCDWc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Speaking of Weird Thoughts &amp;amp; Misc. Babble, I would like to address the lots of dough through blogging BS. How many blogs are out there that tell you how to make millions online through blogging &amp;amp; having people clicking your adsense, or other things of that nature? Not that I'm any expert on the subject, but I could make more with one hours worth of overtime at work, than 1 whole month on the internet! If I'm doing something terribly wrong, fine. Like I said, I have little knowledge of what I'm doing. (Guess I didn't say that before, ah well..) But it seems to me that if you want to make any steady money online, you have to become a slave to your computer nonstop for hours.&lt;br /&gt;
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If all of your eggs are in one basket, when do you have time to do anything at all? If you have to steadily promote, promote, promote, for a lousy couple of bucks, what are you going to do when you actually have something else that you have to do for a few days? Go Broke! Maybe I can't see the forest for the trees, but from my house, everybody claiming to be making a steady income via blogging, must be dumping a good chunk of change into advertizing, &amp;amp; having people click their adds through esp. If there is anyone out there that has the ability to do this through such a super power, please contact me. I have a plan that will make us millions!&lt;br /&gt;
Aside from that I have no strong feelings on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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Before leaving, please show your patronage to these fine sponsors you see scattered all over my page! Go to one of interest &amp;amp; buy something. If you don't the terrorists win &amp;amp; the economy will continue to slide down hill!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995307250837513210-1059519270508411823?l=weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~4/PhcDCgF9E5g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1059519270508411823/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2009/09/bllst.html#comment-form" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/1059519270508411823?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/1059519270508411823?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~3/PhcDCgF9E5g/bllst.html" title="B*LLS%$T" /><author><name>Dr. P. Poorluk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866459052881626695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGI6xJ0Oe-Y/SmeEhQE6E9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/N1x1_Uv4nD0/S220/DSC_4877.JPG" /></author><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2009/09/bllst.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcDRnY7cCp7ImA9WxNSFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995307250837513210.post-7104065006556465348</id><published>2009-08-28T21:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:14:37.808-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-28T22:14:37.808-04:00</app:edited><title>Thinking with Babble</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uAroKhYuKnO9_s-dxB9jBQ-I3sg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uAroKhYuKnO9_s-dxB9jBQ-I3sg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uAroKhYuKnO9_s-dxB9jBQ-I3sg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uAroKhYuKnO9_s-dxB9jBQ-I3sg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Does the voice in your head have a different accent than your own? Not an extra voice mind you, but the one you think with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think some people's think voice must have a real thick accent that differs from their own, making it difficult for them to understand. Some people act like their thought voice is a different language all together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;These are stupid people. All heavily populated areas could be cured of the majority of stupid people, if there was a way to match them with the same language that their brain is trying to communicate to them with.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Take the guy screaming at his shoe at the park. Screaming into your own shoe isn't always unusual, but he's blindfolded himself with his sock, (exposing 5 different colored toenails), &amp;amp; also beating the guy sitting next to him with the cover to a trash barrel. This person obviously has mental problems, but the guy sitting next to him is STUPID!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why else would he still be sitting there? He speaks English, but could quite possibly have a brain that tells him what to do in Swedish. This man dose not understand Swedish, nor would he know that it is Swedish. Maybe several generations ago, he had a great, great grandfather that was a full blooded Swede. Who knows? Either way, common sense dictates, when there's a guy blindfolded with a sock sitting on a park bench, screaming into his shoe about it having a big mouth, &amp;amp; is hitting you with the lid to a trash can, leave the guy alone &amp;amp; sit somewhere else! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hereditary? Maybe. Then again, maybe it's something in the water.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995307250837513210-7104065006556465348?l=weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~4/DlpAOf8Wl0A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/7104065006556465348/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/7104065006556465348?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/7104065006556465348?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~3/DlpAOf8Wl0A/blog-post.html" title="Thinking with Babble" /><author><name>Dr. P. Poorluk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866459052881626695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGI6xJ0Oe-Y/SmeEhQE6E9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/N1x1_Uv4nD0/S220/DSC_4877.JPG" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cBQns6eip7ImA9WxNSEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995307250837513210.post-8966260503584452474</id><published>2009-08-25T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T13:24:13.512-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-25T13:24:13.512-04:00</app:edited><title>Follow my new blog as well</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/X85OHsvd64yjWdKCKTPmX__SRrY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/X85OHsvd64yjWdKCKTPmX__SRrY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/X85OHsvd64yjWdKCKTPmX__SRrY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/X85OHsvd64yjWdKCKTPmX__SRrY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Just a quick self plug &amp;amp; announcement...&lt;br /&gt;
I have created a new blog solely dedicated to the assweed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://awwarjournal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rise of the Assweed: War Journal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I did this to cater to everyone that has enjoyed the rantings over the secret organization that has been eluding us for years, but staying in our face as well. Please subscribe &amp;amp; enjoy. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;
PS.. Still goint to keep posting the usual weird thoughts &amp;amp; misc. babble on here, as I just can't escape it!&lt;br /&gt;
Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995307250837513210-8966260503584452474?l=weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~4/RAk5hqk1NuI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8966260503584452474/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2009/08/follow-my-new-blog-as-well.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/8966260503584452474?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/8966260503584452474?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~3/RAk5hqk1NuI/follow-my-new-blog-as-well.html" title="Follow my new blog as well" /><author><name>Dr. P. Poorluk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866459052881626695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGI6xJ0Oe-Y/SmeEhQE6E9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/N1x1_Uv4nD0/S220/DSC_4877.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2009/08/follow-my-new-blog-as-well.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIBQHg4fyp7ImA9WxNTGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995307250837513210.post-1308257284371238315</id><published>2009-08-22T14:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T14:42:31.637-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-22T14:42:31.637-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sandwich" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="people" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cream" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lunchbox" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="list" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="icecream" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="assweeds" /><title>10 Signs- You May be an Assweed</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/poQCcleXQkjyEVAlvVGdymEjwJ8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/poQCcleXQkjyEVAlvVGdymEjwJ8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/poQCcleXQkjyEVAlvVGdymEjwJ8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/poQCcleXQkjyEVAlvVGdymEjwJ8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is a public service designed to educate &amp;amp; inform individuals on the surrounding dangers of every day life &amp;amp; people.If you fit in any of the explanations below, you may be an assweed, &amp;amp; are a domestic enemy of the constitution of the United States, and those who abide therein.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You are an Assweed if....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You pack an icecream sandwich in your child's lunchbox for school. Just because it's a pre made sandwich, doesn't mean it's a good idea.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You shut off your refrigerator because you are going off on a long trip. Energy conservation is a good idea, but you probably left the hot water heater on because you are an assweed. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Traffic- Your fault. (Already exists on a previous post)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Long lines at the store- Your fault. (Already exists on a previous post)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You park your car at the four way intersection to wait &amp;amp; see the pretty red light.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You lie in wait to attack anyone with the gaul to complete an entire sentence. Either written or spoken.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You have already passed the number of sentences you are typically able to read before punching the cat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You have a cat. (Disclaimer to cat lovers!! Not all people with cats are assweeds, but all assweeds have cats. They are usually kept under the gas / brake pedals of their automobiles.)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;If you lick your LCD screen thinking that you'll get high, not only are you an assweed, but you have no rights under the protection of law.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Lastly, if you complain about gaining weight from eating fast food, &amp;amp; decide to sue someone over it, check your child's lunchbox for a weeks worth of melted ice cream sandwiches.&amp;nbsp; But perhaps there is no need! If you made it this far, you must not be an assweed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;More to follow on the matter as things get worse out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995307250837513210-1308257284371238315?l=weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~4/puYi4iAvGQY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1308257284371238315/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2009/08/10-signs-you-may-be-assweed.html#comment-form" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/1308257284371238315?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/1308257284371238315?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~3/puYi4iAvGQY/10-signs-you-may-be-assweed.html" title="10 Signs- You May be an Assweed" /><author><name>Dr. P. Poorluk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866459052881626695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGI6xJ0Oe-Y/SmeEhQE6E9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/N1x1_Uv4nD0/S220/DSC_4877.JPG" /></author><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2009/08/10-signs-you-may-be-assweed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQDRHo4fip7ImA9WxNTGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995307250837513210.post-5913637027780758216</id><published>2009-08-21T19:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T20:19:35.436-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-21T20:19:35.436-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hangnails" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quitter Socks" /><title>Quitter Socks &amp; Hangnails</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/v-z5BTy667aYJqzfffWnkx8FN-o/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/v-z5BTy667aYJqzfffWnkx8FN-o/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/v-z5BTy667aYJqzfffWnkx8FN-o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/v-z5BTy667aYJqzfffWnkx8FN-o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Weird Thought - Quitter socks &amp;amp; hangnails. They occupy different parts of the body, but both are a pain in the same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misc. Babble - No matter what problems &amp;amp; troubles life throws your way, you will never be so annoyed, as when you are trying to hammer a nail that is shorter than the fingers you're holding it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird Thought - Ozzy Osbourne was once the Crazy Train, is now the Drool Cup. The natural succession we all must go through.....He who was once a stretched crew, alas, has become a quitter sock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird Thought - It is a scientifically proven fact, that quitter socks &amp;amp; hangnails can not coexist in the same place at the same time. If you take your quitter sock &amp;amp; place it on the appendage in which the hangnail occupies, it then has become a bandage or mitten. The rules change for an airborne hangnail which has just been removed. If it happens to land inside the open cuff on the sock, it then becomes sock debris, &amp;amp; is already not a hangnail anymore but just a piece of dejected skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may touch up on this subject once more in a later post, as it's importance is greater than what we can typically comprehend. It is my duty to keep you informed, as knowing...is half the battle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995307250837513210-5913637027780758216?l=weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~4/3tD9EI-3HGM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/5913637027780758216/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2009/08/quitter-socks-hangnails.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/5913637027780758216?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/5913637027780758216?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~3/3tD9EI-3HGM/quitter-socks-hangnails.html" title="Quitter Socks &amp; Hangnails" /><author><name>Dr. P. Poorluk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866459052881626695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGI6xJ0Oe-Y/SmeEhQE6E9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/N1x1_Uv4nD0/S220/DSC_4877.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2009/08/quitter-socks-hangnails.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQHR34-fyp7ImA9WxNTFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995307250837513210.post-1255282145576703013</id><published>2009-08-19T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:12:16.057-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-19T12:12:16.057-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conspiracy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="high beams" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="driving" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="traffic" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="deja vu" /><title>Deja vu &amp; High Beams</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TmB5Bze-VHpcdhzh3AUiL7JSR0c/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TmB5Bze-VHpcdhzh3AUiL7JSR0c/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TmB5Bze-VHpcdhzh3AUiL7JSR0c/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TmB5Bze-VHpcdhzh3AUiL7JSR0c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGI6xJ0Oe-Y/SowkPxQXa7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/1HJggV7xdH0/s1600-h/potofgold.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGI6xJ0Oe-Y/SowkPxQXa7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/1HJggV7xdH0/s320/potofgold.php.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371708308884777906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misc. Babble- The other day I had a moment of deja vu. I remember thinking, 'I feel as though I've done this before.' Then, ' I feel as though I've been here before!' But then, ' I feel as though I've thought this before!' This went on all day until I realized that I've done that before, which started the process all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird Thought- Have you ever been driving down a lonely back road in the middle of the night? You may not have a moving vehicle coming at you for several miles, if at all. So you turn on your high beams. Within seconds there is another car coming! Almost without fail every time! I think this is part of the vast assweed conspiracy set up against good willed motorists. &lt;br /&gt;They lie in wait for their signal, the flash of the high beams turning on. Their purpose is to inconvenience you by forcing you to shut your beams off, once you really start noticing how much better you can see everything. Even worse, they will come at you with theirs on &amp; try to blind you right off the road! &lt;br /&gt;These are the same people that take 1/2 an hour at the front of the line at the store, fumbling around with 5 bad credit cards. They can also be found 12 miles ahead of you creating traffic jams, so be aware! Please see the People are Weird post for the assweed definition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995307250837513210-1255282145576703013?l=weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~4/eTEw0-wZl2U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1255282145576703013/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2009/08/deja-vu-high-beams.html#comment-form" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/1255282145576703013?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/1255282145576703013?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~3/eTEw0-wZl2U/deja-vu-high-beams.html" title="Deja vu &amp; High Beams" /><author><name>Dr. P. Poorluk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866459052881626695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGI6xJ0Oe-Y/SmeEhQE6E9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/N1x1_Uv4nD0/S220/DSC_4877.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGI6xJ0Oe-Y/SowkPxQXa7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/1HJggV7xdH0/s72-c/potofgold.php.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2009/08/deja-vu-high-beams.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UGRn8_fSp7ImA9WxNTEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995307250837513210.post-7893197482069182320</id><published>2009-08-12T20:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:00:27.145-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-12T21:00:27.145-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jogging" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="driving" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="people" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joggers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bobble" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heads" /><title>Three Unfortunate Observations</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EAeZQZQWVdDLZgM4Zv99DWlTZ2E/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EAeZQZQWVdDLZgM4Zv99DWlTZ2E/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EAeZQZQWVdDLZgM4Zv99DWlTZ2E/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EAeZQZQWVdDLZgM4Zv99DWlTZ2E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Misc. Babble- Joggers. Have you ever seen a jogger that just looks wrong doing what they're doing? Some people just don't look like they should be jogging at all. Arms flailing around everywhere, or even worse, jogging with their hands down. These people need to be introduced to any Rocky movie to see how it's done. If this is you, stop it. You look like you just escaped from somewhere that nobody needs to know about. Please, for the love of God, don't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misc. Babble- TV Bobble Heads. These are people, usually in commercials, that feel like they need to bob their head everywhere, because that's what you do in order to appear genuine &amp; sincere. Don't they have any idea how this comes across to normal people? A rehearsed head gesture for almost every syllable. If you have never noticed this phenomenon, now that I mentioned it, you will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird Thought- Have you ever been in a comatose state while you were driving? You get to your destination without missing a beat, no accident, no mishaps, &amp; no wrong turns. Eventually you get out of your car &amp; say to yourself, "How did I get here?".&lt;br /&gt;That same person can go home &amp; unintentionally slam into a wall or a piece of furniture in a home that they have lived in for years! I know there are many of us out there! Kind of scary when you think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995307250837513210-7893197482069182320?l=weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~4/SpAE8hEHMdI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/7893197482069182320/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2009/08/three-unfortunate-observations.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/7893197482069182320?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/7893197482069182320?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~3/SpAE8hEHMdI/three-unfortunate-observations.html" title="Three Unfortunate Observations" /><author><name>Dr. P. Poorluk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866459052881626695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGI6xJ0Oe-Y/SmeEhQE6E9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/N1x1_Uv4nD0/S220/DSC_4877.JPG" /></author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2009/08/three-unfortunate-observations.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYGRXY_eip7ImA9WxJaGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995307250837513210.post-305679970876912424</id><published>2009-08-09T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T11:52:04.842-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-09T11:52:04.842-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="people" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="search" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogging" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="google" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hairliphammerjackcolon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="goofy" /><title>The Things People Will Search For!</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gpsqQZXczuWEjAlgbYFECVhemzU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gpsqQZXczuWEjAlgbYFECVhemzU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gpsqQZXczuWEjAlgbYFECVhemzU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gpsqQZXczuWEjAlgbYFECVhemzU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Being a blogger or webmaster, you become familiar with the importance of search terms or keywords. Ever wonder about the outlier terms that nobody would think to even say, never mind place as a label? Let's explore with the force called Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results &lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; of about &lt;b&gt;7,990,000&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;b&gt;skat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results &lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; of about &lt;b&gt;3,810,000&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;b&gt;booboo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Results &lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; of about &lt;b&gt;8,960,000&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;b&gt;blah blah blah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results &lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; of about &lt;b&gt;135&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;b&gt;getoutofmybrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Results &lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; of about &lt;b&gt;202&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;b&gt;fulcrumface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Results &lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; of about &lt;b&gt;1,670,000&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;b&gt;lamo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Results &lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; of about &lt;b&gt;3,650&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;b&gt;assweeds&lt;/b&gt;. AAAAHHAAAHAHA! I DON'T BELIEVE IT!!(See posts below)&lt;br /&gt;Results &lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt; of &lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;b&gt;leafylightbulb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Results &lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; of about &lt;b&gt;58,100&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;b&gt;moontag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Results &lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; of about &lt;b&gt;2,450&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;b&gt;hammerneck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Results &lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; of about &lt;b&gt;236,000&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;b&gt;wowzers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results &lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; of about &lt;b&gt;409,000&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;b&gt;yellowsnow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Results &lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; of about &lt;b&gt;342,000&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;b&gt;blacksnow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results &lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; of about &lt;b&gt;44,900&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;b&gt;mondobeyondo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were only a few that I cane up with that yielded no results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your search - &lt;b&gt;hairliphammerjackcolon&lt;/b&gt; - did not match any documents. &lt;br /&gt;Your search - &lt;b&gt;byebyeyouuglysonofamongoose&lt;/b&gt; - did not match any documents. &lt;br /&gt;Your search - &lt;b&gt;leekyskinflapsoveradrytowel&lt;/b&gt; - did not match any documents. &lt;br /&gt;Your search - &lt;b&gt;motherneverlovedyoubozo&lt;/b&gt; - did not match any documents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For targeted traffic to your site, we now know that above four terms are available to you.&lt;br /&gt;Your Welcome People!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995307250837513210-305679970876912424?l=weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~4/BcYg0SpxI08" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/305679970876912424/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-people-will-search-for.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/305679970876912424?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/305679970876912424?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~3/BcYg0SpxI08/things-people-will-search-for.html" title="The Things People Will Search For!" /><author><name>Dr. P. Poorluk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866459052881626695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGI6xJ0Oe-Y/SmeEhQE6E9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/N1x1_Uv4nD0/S220/DSC_4877.JPG" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-people-will-search-for.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cBRXc9fCp7ImA9WhdVEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995307250837513210.post-3427014806033132699</id><published>2009-08-08T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T13:04:14.964-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-17T13:04:14.964-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rant" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crazy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="people" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="news" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joggers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bikes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="assweeds" /><title>Assweeds</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kc5Vw_HvvYI5T62lEQ_9KyCyIrQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kc5Vw_HvvYI5T62lEQ_9KyCyIrQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kc5Vw_HvvYI5T62lEQ_9KyCyIrQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kc5Vw_HvvYI5T62lEQ_9KyCyIrQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;(For the definition of the title of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; post, please see the People are Wacky post)&lt;br /&gt;
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I think it may be interesting to write a post about things people do where they should otherwise know better. Assweeds have a habit of doing these things on a regular basis, and will take offense immediately.&lt;br /&gt;
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Assweeds- Joggers or bicyclists that have a 6 foot wide breakdown lane to travel down but insist on hovering the line! Beware, I hover the line too!&lt;br /&gt;
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Assweeds- People that love to let you know how tough or crazy they are. We all know these people, and it is a quick realization, you are in the presence of an assweed.&lt;br /&gt;
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In an almost empty theater, where you are the only one in there watching a mid day Monday movie,  the person that decides to sit directly in front of you... You know what they are. And they're out there in droves!&lt;br /&gt;
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This could go on &amp;amp; on forever, but does it really need to? These people will inevitably be chased down dark alleyways by torch carrying  mobs of people anyways, as is always their fate. I guess maybe a bit of kindness would be......well.... Ah never mind! Bring out the torches!

	&lt; a href='http://www.ablogin.com/' &gt; A Blogin Blog Directory&lt; /a &gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995307250837513210-3427014806033132699?l=weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~4/SCTFdATYwq0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/3427014806033132699/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2009/08/assweeds.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/3427014806033132699?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/3427014806033132699?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~3/SCTFdATYwq0/assweeds.html" title="Assweeds" /><author><name>Dr. P. Poorluk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866459052881626695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGI6xJ0Oe-Y/SmeEhQE6E9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/N1x1_Uv4nD0/S220/DSC_4877.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2009/08/assweeds.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04ARHg_fSp7ImA9WxJaFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995307250837513210.post-6458425610697421270</id><published>2009-08-07T17:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T18:59:05.645-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-07T18:59:05.645-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="disney" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="babble" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="complaint" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="credits" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><title>Oh, More Babble-Movies</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4w5R2z8tRRude7J7RcIE0Zbnbsk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4w5R2z8tRRude7J7RcIE0Zbnbsk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-9936621-2");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;Misc. Babble- Do you know why there was never a true sequel to the Grinch who Stole Christmas? The snowflake melted. What a different story that would have wound up being! Rated R for graphic violence &amp;amp; scenes of despair. I don't think Christmas would be nearly as important of an issue in that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misc. Babble- Old Disney movies. They all have a tear jerking moment that always emotionally destroy the kids that watch them. Why? Bambi's mother in the fire, Dumbo's mother, The Fox &amp;amp; the Hound, etc... Bastards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misc. Babble- I've never given any ear to anyone complaining that a fictitious movie, based on a fictitious book, was not exactly like the book. They're both made up! Why should they be the same? What difference does it make? Why in the world would someone who just read the book, decide to go pay to see something exactly like what they just read? Just READ THE BOOK AGAIN! You already payed for it! Don't go see the movie just to complain about how it's so much different than the book! Assweeds!(Yes it is now a word. Please refer to my previous post to read the definition.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of assweeds, has anybody in the movie industry ever thought to put an end to the credits that nobody has watched for the last 20 years? Why don't they post it all on a website, &amp;amp; show the URL at the end of the movie? That way they don't spend allot of money on the act of putting them in the end of the movie, theaters may be able to cram another movie's worth of time in, thus generating more revenue, &amp;amp; people like me that take off the minute the credits start rolling, won't miss the little piece of movie that is placed either towards the end or after the credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More eventually. Thank you for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995307250837513210-6458425610697421270?l=weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~4/TtPLQ3ggwDU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/6458425610697421270/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-more-babble-movies.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/6458425610697421270?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/6458425610697421270?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~3/TtPLQ3ggwDU/oh-more-babble-movies.html" title="Oh, More Babble-Movies" /><author><name>Dr. P. Poorluk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866459052881626695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGI6xJ0Oe-Y/SmeEhQE6E9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/N1x1_Uv4nD0/S220/DSC_4877.JPG" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-more-babble-movies.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8FQng6fSp7ImA9WxJaF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995307250837513210.post-4607737032078578745</id><published>2009-08-05T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T20:13:33.615-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-08T20:13:33.615-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="news" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writers block" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="block" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="time" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="babble" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2012" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="people" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="advice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weird" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brain" /><title>Writers Block</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fhqh6cbH75bizXziFEuBpWXrguo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fhqh6cbH75bizXziFEuBpWXrguo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fhqh6cbH75bizXziFEuBpWXrguo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fhqh6cbH75bizXziFEuBpWXrguo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It appears to me I am currently suffering from a slight case of writers block. That being the case, I thought I'd write about it. I figure why not? If that's all I can come up with, that's what I'm going to damn well do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the first thing I notice is the feeling of time running by as I sit with a 1000 mile stare toward, my screen. Could write about politics, but then the comments fill up with people defending their parties. I know my side is right, so why bother? Could write about people, but I find people, (not to be confused with persons or individuals), generally suck. Maybe I'll do that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever notice that most mid 90's to early 2000's music was all about self loathing, being victimized, and other forms of whining about one thing or another? In some cases, the heavier the music, the more severe the whining! Makes me sick. But I don't know if I should post that on a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could bring up how we're all going to die on the year 2012, but that would bring on something similar to the politics problem. Don't want to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess writers block isn't exactly how it sounds. It's more like writers will. Whether a writer is willing to write something or not. Like an exchange of ideas that goes on without notice by the writer. At least that's what happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully something a bit more interesting next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.linkbeetle.com/"&gt;Link Beetle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995307250837513210-4607737032078578745?l=weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~4/byoWpaij-cI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/4607737032078578745/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2009/08/writers-block.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/4607737032078578745?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995307250837513210/posts/default/4607737032078578745?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WeirdThoughtsAndMiscBabble/~3/byoWpaij-cI/writers-block.html" title="Writers Block" /><author><name>Dr. P. Poorluk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866459052881626695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGI6xJ0Oe-Y/SmeEhQE6E9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/N1x1_Uv4nD0/S220/DSC_4877.JPG" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weirdthoughtsmiscbabble.blogspot.com/2009/08/writers-block.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIBR30zfyp7ImA9WhdVEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995307250837513210.post-7328083528989272498</id><published>2009-08-01T14:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T14:02:36.387-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-17T14:02:36.387-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wacky" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="people" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="news" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="words" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="definition" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="public" /><title>People are Wacky</title><content type="html">
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Misc. Babble- In a perfect world, or a Utopian society, I would still need to mow my lawn.&lt;br /&gt;
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Weird Thought- Speaking of people defining things, where is the census held, when a word or phrase is changed to mean something completely different than what it use to? Everybody knows what these words are before the meaning changes, &amp;amp; oddly enough, everybody seem to know what it means after it changes! Who is on this seemingly invisible census board that has the power to change a word's very meaning without any alarm to the general public? Try it sometime &amp;amp; see if you are successful. I'll try it right now. From now on, I hereby declare that the words ass &amp;amp; weeds a new combined word that will loose any previous definition either may have held, &amp;amp; have formatted it below in a manner that Webster's can cut &amp;amp; paste it into their dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="entry misc" code="MD-3#PI-3a#SP-5" fl="noun" hw="jerk[1]" id="mwEntryData" mwref="http://www.m-w.com/mwref"&gt;

&lt;dl&gt;
&lt;dt class="hwrd"&gt;Main Entry:&lt;span class="variant"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;  &lt;/sup&gt;assweeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;
&lt;dt class="pron"&gt;Pronunciation:&lt;span class="pronchars"&gt;  \&lt;span class="unicode"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pronchars"&gt;wēd&lt;/span&gt;s\&lt;/dt&gt;
&lt;dt class="func"&gt;Function:&lt;em&gt;   noun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;
&lt;dt class="ety"&gt;Etymology:  probably alteration of &lt;em&gt;ass &amp;amp; weeds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;
&lt;dt class="date"&gt;Date: 2009&lt;/dt&gt;
&lt;/dl&gt;
&lt;div class="defs"&gt;
&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_label start"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; a person that is unliked by the general public&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_label start"&gt; 2 a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; a new dance where people stand straight up &amp;amp; make donkey noises&lt;/span&gt; while listening to Frank Zappa tunes &lt;span class="sense_label"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; a tendency to produce spasmodic motions in the upper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_label start"&gt;eyebrow area 3 a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; a person being chased through the streets by the general public for no outward reason, only inward&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There, Let's see if it catches on.
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