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The Fifth Annual Blogger Christmalhijrahanukwanzakah Online Holiday Concert 

You'll find my contribution somewhere down yonder the page.  I make no claims toward it being good, healthy, talented, or even watchable.  Beware of that before you take a </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/imaginarybinky/~3/SKWOx__M-UM/our-kind-of-christmas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (imaginary binky)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.imaginarybinky.com/2010/12/our-kind-of-christmas.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651718894396184210.post-448936399056314257</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Dec 2010 23:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-12T18:30:43.442-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">this is fun whether you like or not</category><title>Anything for the laughs</title><atom:summary>Just a warning that something wacky this way comes in about, oh, three days or so, as the crow flies.

In the meantime I raise my holiday drink to you, which I call Drank, which consists of vodka and some sort of Bailey's mint chocolate something-or-another.  

Hint:  It kinda involves this or maybe not:
 
Clickety click</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/imaginarybinky/~3/XJfhMW5V-2A/anything-for-laughs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (imaginary binky)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.imaginarybinky.com/2010/12/anything-for-laughs.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651718894396184210.post-2894751016947689352</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Nov 2010 20:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-03T16:06:17.665-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ain't no book learnin'</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">this is fun whether you like or not</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pennsylvania</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Amos and his crazy ways</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">babies make me do things</category><title>Burying the Binky with a green thumb</title><atom:summary>After Arlo was born, it became apparent that jealousy had reared its ugly head in our house in the form of a three year old boy.  Poor Amos, no matter how much we had prepared him, just didn't know how to adjust to the sleep disturbances, round-the-clock baby matters, and loss of attention from Mommy and somewhat from Daddy.  On top of that, the Binky Fairy made a visit to our home to take all of</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/imaginarybinky/~3/3pdXFYgCEHs/burying-binky-with-green-thumb.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (imaginary binky)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.imaginarybinky.com/2010/11/burying-binky-with-green-thumb.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651718894396184210.post-6813044612241057037</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Nov 2010 22:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-02T18:42:56.749-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">this is fun whether you like or not</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bullet items of randomness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sleep</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">babies make me do things</category><title>Mighty random</title><atom:summary>That should be a superhero name -- Mighty Random.  He commits random acts of kindness or maybe just chooses to lay on the couch.  You never know.


I'm feeling sick today, and I almost gave up on writing something for NaBloPoMo.  Ah, but Guilt, she is a savage beast.  Also, Phil took Amos along for a trip to the grocery store, and Arlo is asleep in his swing.  I guess that means I'm free.


Here </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/imaginarybinky/~3/Svboh75yFYk/mighty-random.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (imaginary binky)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.imaginarybinky.com/2010/11/mighty-random.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651718894396184210.post-7819356882995253798</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Nov 2010 21:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-01T17:11:46.100-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">actual conversations</category><title>Actual conversations, part 5</title><atom:summary>In honor of My Attempt 3.0 of NaBloPoMo, I present a reprise of Actual Conversations.  Yes, I will try (nay, succeed!) at blogging (or blobbing, unedited) once a day for the month of November.

These words have been uttered in my home or in my general presence.  All characters are based on real people.  No animals were harmed during the vocalization of these phrases.



Phil and Amos playing Wii </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/imaginarybinky/~3/geC5y51BCHE/actual-conversations-part-5.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (imaginary binky)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.imaginarybinky.com/2010/11/actual-conversations-part-5.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651718894396184210.post-8007721362548061785</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Oct 2010 20:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-08T16:53:44.415-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">this is fun whether you like or not</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">not so smart</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Amos and his crazy ways</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">babies make me do things</category><title>Shoots the ladders</title><atom:summary>Amos needs more stimulation than just playing the Wii and watching cartoons (I know, right?  How can he possibly want more than that?), so we've bought games and puzzles to jiggle his brain parts.  His newest game is something he likes to call Shoots the Ladders.  What you do is search your neighborhood and find a contractor who is clearing the house gutters, and you aim really tight so that the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/imaginarybinky/~3/F_HGX3m3HLk/shoots-ladders.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (imaginary binky)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.imaginarybinky.com/2010/10/shoots-ladders.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651718894396184210.post-7787594502032307069</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Sep 2010 16:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-28T14:47:03.244-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">babies make me do things</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">things we do when no one is watching</category><title>Being God, not unlike being John Malkovich</title><atom:summary>And blarb blarb blarb.  I had a baby.  I get one hour of sleep between slapping a boob into said baby's mouth.  And how was your day?

Anyhoo, sometimes random thoughts enter my delirious head while the above situation is happening.  Also, I really hate that guy in New Jersey for making me regret every time I use the word 'situation.'
 
I just told Phil I have to use the bathroom, to get him to </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/imaginarybinky/~3/Tlt_WhX5G8k/being-god-not-unlike-being-john.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (imaginary binky)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.imaginarybinky.com/2010/09/being-god-not-unlike-being-john.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651718894396184210.post-1373700025977311914</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Jul 2010 19:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-12T15:17:11.756-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">making the babies and the donuts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pregnant and glorious</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Amos and his crazy ways</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pregnant</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">babies make me do things</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hormonal</category><title>Do you smell something?</title><atom:summary>That's what Amos said to me last night, a gleam in his eye, after he had spent some time under the dining room table doing his business.  He isn't fully potty trained yet, and his favorite spot for the big moment is to grunt under the table.  He ran over to me, put his hands purposefully on the side of the couch, and said as if we are playing "Blues Clues", "Do youuuu smell something?"


Indeed.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/imaginarybinky/~3/oCpsFUGgIqU/do-you-smell-something.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (imaginary binky)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.imaginarybinky.com/2010/07/do-you-smell-something.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651718894396184210.post-4355206194974601786</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Jul 2010 17:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-02T11:18:43.663-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sometimes people shouldn't go out in public when I'm cranky and watching them</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pregnant and glorious</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">babies make me do things</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">things we do when no one is watching</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hormonal</category><title>Reaching DEFCON Cranky</title><atom:summary>WARNING:  These are the words of a very uncomfortable, very pregnant woman.  Do not stand within 15 feet of this creature today.

It's not that I want to be cranky, it's just that some things and some people create the crankiness that spews from my innards.  For your perusal:

It is a gorgeous day outside, after many days of 90+ degree heat and high humidity. I want to open the windows and have </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/imaginarybinky/~3/vVwyOJ_elFs/reaching-defcon-cranky.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (imaginary binky)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.imaginarybinky.com/2010/07/reaching-defcon-cranky.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651718894396184210.post-990303483876340502</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2010 21:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-22T17:15:45.728-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">boobs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Amos and his crazy ways</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">babies make me do things</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">things we do when no one is watching</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">midwife</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marmot</category><title>Two months later and a belly to show for it</title><atom:summary>Wow.  I'm spectacularly good at ignoring this blog as of late.  Blame it on the preggie hormones, if ya like.

What's been going on?  A few exciting things here and there, sprinkled with the mundane and the daily whatnot, followed up by basic gestation.

So, randomness, as I tend to be:

Amos just celebrated his 3rd birthday, and my hooha winced once again at the memory.  He had a great weekend </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/imaginarybinky/~3/IJIuC8y98tQ/two-months-later-and-belly-to-show-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (imaginary binky)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.imaginarybinky.com/2010/06/two-months-later-and-belly-to-show-for.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651718894396184210.post-862155034804689012</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Apr 2010 18:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-16T14:54:42.667-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pregnant and glorious</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pregnant</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">baby</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marmot</category><title>The good and the bad of prenatal testing</title><atom:summary>So, it has taken me a few months to be able to write this, this story about my baby and how we thought all was possibly lost.  I think I'm finally in a place to talk about it publicly.

Because I'm over 35, I am immediately labeled as "advanced maternal age" by those who choose to use such names.  This means that various tests are more strongly recommended than they were when I was just a lass of</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/imaginarybinky/~3/-iqPoUr0jcA/good-and-bad-of-prenatal-testing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (imaginary binky)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.imaginarybinky.com/2010/04/good-and-bad-of-prenatal-testing.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651718894396184210.post-2792394003823226948</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Apr 2010 17:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-09T13:29:16.241-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pregnant and glorious</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pennsylvania</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Amos and his crazy ways</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marmot</category><title>My lovely lady lumps and other randomocity</title><atom:summary>Absence makes the heart grow fonder, or so they say.  Pregnancy makes the lady forget that she has a blog, is what I say.

So, here is an update from the Binky Estate. 

Round Two of child-making is wonderful and all, but slightly less endearing than the wonderment of womenhood that is the first pregnancy.  We've reached almost 24 weeks of baby growing.  My belly seems larger this time.  I don't </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/imaginarybinky/~3/6XfrEmCnkUw/my-lovely-lady-lumps-and-other.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (imaginary binky)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.imaginarybinky.com/2010/04/my-lovely-lady-lumps-and-other.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651718894396184210.post-2996146199222447883</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2010 19:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-08T19:19:59.581-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">making the babies and the donuts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">someone should strap me to a gurney and lock me away for thoughts like this</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">babies make me do things</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marmot</category><title>When gremlins strike</title><atom:summary>Fifteen weeks of development.  Fifteen weeks.  Something to celebrate?  Not this time.

For the past week, I've been having the dreaded pregnant headaches.  I had a few when Amos was snugged into my belly, but these are more frequent and achy.  It truly feels like Marmot is stabbing me in the skull.  I imagine a little softball-sized baby standing over me with an icepick, not unlike the gremlin </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/imaginarybinky/~3/40pzmxpbvkI/when-gremlins-strike.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (imaginary binky)</author><thr:total>12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.imaginarybinky.com/2010/02/when-gremlins-strike.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651718894396184210.post-6892750441185735223</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 16:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-26T11:44:18.461-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">making the babies and the donuts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pennsylvania</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pregnant</category><title>Epic journeys and breeding</title><atom:summary>That pretty much sums up what life has been like the past few months.

Oh, hi.  Is that you?  Yeah, I know.  It's been awhile.  You look smashing in that frock.  Oh, stop!  No, YOU stop!

So, um, yeah.  I moved.  About 1,700 miles, give or take.  There's a lot I can say about traveling this great expanse of country we have, but I'll save those sweet ditties for another post.

 
So, um, yeah.  I </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/imaginarybinky/~3/8UzDuTq7_GI/epic-journeys-and-breeding.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (imaginary binky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4033/4306964508_11e3174e78_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.imaginarybinky.com/2010/01/epic-journeys-and-breeding.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651718894396184210.post-8447548179074173766</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 05:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-30T01:08:36.399-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ridiculous</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">things we do when no one is watching</category><title>Shake it like a Polaroid picture</title><atom:summary>
I don't know about you, but I think I already know how to do this exercise.





*insert other witty dick jokes here*


</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/imaginarybinky/~3/tsNI1SZiQyo/shake-it-like-polaroid-picture.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (imaginary binky)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.imaginarybinky.com/2009/10/shake-it-like-polaroid-picture.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651718894396184210.post-4311750272277481768</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 18:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-13T14:40:00.644-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">someone should strap me to a gurney and lock me away for thoughts like this</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pennsylvania</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">moving house is the pits</category><title>Eighteen piles and a dozen roses</title><atom:summary>If you know the song I just bastardized, well, kudos, my friend.  It gets stuck in my head sometimes, much like another bizarre country tune that my childhood pals in East Texas and I would shout out as we were swaying on a tree swing.  








I know.  It will haunt you forever.  You're welcome.

There's a point I was going to make with this.  Let me remind myself.... Um... Ah.  Okay.

So, yes.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/imaginarybinky/~3/kdxWhrED_nY/eighteen-piles-and-dozen-roses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (imaginary binky)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.imaginarybinky.com/2009/10/eighteen-piles-and-dozen-roses.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651718894396184210.post-4462432712815048112</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 01:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-09T03:35:42.729-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sometimes people shouldn't go out in public when I'm cranky and watching them</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">someone should strap me to a gurney and lock me away for thoughts like this</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pennsylvania</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">weird foreigners</category><title>I'm movin' on up, to the east side</title><atom:summary>Pennsylvania, to be exact.  Yes, dear reader whose face I would try to delicately read with my hands but cannot because I would never let you into my house when you're dressed like a tart and smelling of cheese, I am leaving Colorado and my beloved Denver for the literal greener pastures of southeastern Pennsylvania.Folks who know my exploits on other various things I spout upon are already aware</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/imaginarybinky/~3/zVtXWucNh9U/im-movin-on-up-to-east-side.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (imaginary binky)</author><thr:total>16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.imaginarybinky.com/2009/10/im-movin-on-up-to-east-side.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651718894396184210.post-2559130377430153749</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 06:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-03T02:05:00.211-04:00</atom:updated><title>Do you remember me</title><atom:summary>I said that to you over and over tonight, as if to jog your memory a little bit more about our past.Sixteen years it's been, between you and me.  And here we are, on the precipice of your 40th birthday.  I was just 19 when we met, and you were a deliciously pervy 23.I remember it all.  I remember meeting you in June of 1993, after many months of very difficult times I had in other various </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/imaginarybinky/~3/vX4yPzmJ0ug/do-you-remember-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (imaginary binky)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.imaginarybinky.com/2009/09/do-you-remember-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651718894396184210.post-5815011072674854182</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-27T09:00:04.034-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love me so hard</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">return of the binky</category><title>Bang your shell</title><atom:summary>I love this video better than bread, paper, rock, or scissors.  I seriously hope those are the actual sounds of the turtle.I can't even begin to dissect why this is so friggin' hilarious.  The look on the lady turtle's face is priceless.You're welcome.(Many thanks to Daily Shite)</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/imaginarybinky/~3/tD4yfu4cKdI/bang-your-shell.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (imaginary binky)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.imaginarybinky.com/2009/07/bang-your-shell.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651718894396184210.post-4334979316612766289</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Jul 2009 20:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-26T16:18:31.692-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">return of the binky</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">weird foreigners</category><title>It's been a long time coming</title><atom:summary>But I'm back.  Sort of.To celebrate this day of return, let's take a look at dead baby skeletons as they get a milky shower from a cow and then suck directly from its teets.  It's French.  It's crazy.  It's exactly what this blog should be about.Nice to see you, too.  Is that a new shirt you're wearing? You look fabulous.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/imaginarybinky/~3/o-dX1cOskRg/its-been-long-time-coming.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (imaginary binky)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.imaginarybinky.com/2009/07/its-been-long-time-coming.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651718894396184210.post-5459849151490343906</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2009 03:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-19T00:12:23.706-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">someone should strap me to a gurney and lock me away for thoughts like this</category><title>In accordance to section 10.b of the contract</title><atom:summary>I write this post.Hey, there.  How's it going?  That's great.  Wow.  Have you lost weight?  You look fabulous!  Is that a new shirt, I mean, blouse, I mean, garment?  It's wonderful and makes you very shapely in the most appealing sort of way.Denver is hot today.  And I still mean hot at 10pm.  I have fans whirring about like crazy, and the temperature-o-mometer tells me it is 76 in here.  What, </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/imaginarybinky/~3/f2bGYNNMWLs/in-accordance-to-section-10b-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (imaginary binky)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.imaginarybinky.com/2009/05/in-accordance-to-section-10b-of.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651718894396184210.post-4193245043453757329</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 May 2009 20:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-02T16:55:22.515-04:00</atom:updated><title>All of your neuroses, available today on Facebook</title><atom:summary>Facebook, I love you, but I kind of hate you.  No, I don't hate you in the way that other whiny computer geeks hate you.  I'm not in love with Myspace and having pissing contests over the two of you.  I'm not all caught up in your format and yelling, "Wah wah wah!  I don't like how you are trying to be Twitter!"  I'm not even a member of "Bring the Old Facebook Back!"Why?  Because I'm not a whiny</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/imaginarybinky/~3/FIKvq2T-ZCU/all-of-your-neuroses-available-today-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (imaginary binky)</author><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.imaginarybinky.com/2009/05/all-of-your-neuroses-available-today-on.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651718894396184210.post-7416172377621279573</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2009 02:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-27T22:39:08.457-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Amos and his crazy ways</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kid Art Auction</category><title>The kid makes art for a good cause</title><atom:summary>Amos and I are participating in the 2009 Kid Art Auction, the brainchild of Greeblemonkey and Fruitlady.  This year's proceeds will benefit Nature Conservancy.I intended to add these sooner than today, but as you may be aware, I've had tremendous computer issues as of late.  Now that those days are over, I can get back to my 'ritin', 'rithmetic, and ruminatin'.About a month or so ago, I bought </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/imaginarybinky/~3/ppfuJirdfsw/kid-makes-art-for-good-cause.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (imaginary binky)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.imaginarybinky.com/2009/04/kid-makes-art-for-good-cause.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651718894396184210.post-3750341707445759640</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2009 04:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-24T01:06:53.105-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blog365</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vlog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Amos and his crazy ways</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">things we do when no one is watching</category><title>Vlad the Vlogger</title><atom:summary>So, yes. I've entered the new century with fancy doodads and geegaws. My new laptop arrived today! *massive cheers*Amos and I decided to try the built-in camera. Let me know what you think of the audio. Video #1 is done with better lighting and the microphone from a headset. Video #2 is bad lighting and the laptop's built-in microphone. Better here or here? This one, or that one?Please pardon the</atom:summary><enclosure type="video/mp4" url="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=728ac5fd79123a3c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/imaginarybinky/~3/xp0T4cP9lsM/vlad-vlogger.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (imaginary binky)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.imaginarybinky.com/2009/04/vlad-vlogger.html</feedburner:origLink><enclosure url="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/imaginarybinky/~5/dsNHG2_tvaQ/video-play.mp4" length="0" type="video/mp4" /><feedburner:origEnclosureLink>http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5b47d82a8dc7f69f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4</feedburner:origEnclosureLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651718894396184210.post-1673262726256065587</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Apr 2009 23:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-16T20:14:18.590-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">someone should strap me to a gurney and lock me away for thoughts like this</category><title>Plop. Plop. Fizz. Fizz.</title><atom:summary>Yet, there is no relief in sight.  Damn you, Alka Seltzer.Okay, maybe I shouldn't damn you if I didn't actually take your product, but I do damn your brethren of cold/flu medicines that I did take - and did not work.I caught a cold from Amos.  He was all cute and drippy with his cold, while I am a face-swollen, drippy, achy, disgusting mess.  Oh, to have the immune system of a toddler.  Currently</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/imaginarybinky/~3/q2MbyGjZexY/plop-plop-fizz-fizz.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (imaginary binky)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.imaginarybinky.com/2009/04/plop-plop-fizz-fizz.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

