<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18712022</id><updated>2007-03-04T17:56:18.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>k joseph morris</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.kjosephmorris.com/index.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18712022/posts/default'></link><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.kjosephmorris.com/atom.xml'></link><author><name>k joseph morris</name></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www2.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18712022.post-1881219371022825188</id><published>2007-03-04T17:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T17:56:14.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahoo! Personals</title><summary type='text'>
Recently I filled out a profile on Yahoo! Personals. As expected I was inundated with poorly written, poorly conceived, out-of-the-realm of believable spam. You know... pics of drop dead gorgeous gals in exotic locals with an immediate need to have YOU do them in countless shameful ways. If wishing only made it so.

However I did receive an ice breaker from a young lady that I responded to. </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.kjosephmorris.com/2007/03/yahoo-personals.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18712022/posts/default/1881219371022825188'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18712022/posts/default/1881219371022825188'></link><author><name>k joseph morris</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18712022.post-8152842263214522191</id><published>2007-02-25T18:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T18:51:58.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Distracted at the Museum</title><summary type='text'>I spent the day at the Chicago Museum of Science and Industry. The purpose of my visit was to observe, photograph and learn about exhibits relating to Andre-Marie Ampere; which is the topic of the research paper I was assigned in class.

While I fully intended on getting the most out of what the museum had to offer on the subject -- Oh my good Lord! Every hot chich from near and far was at the </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.kjosephmorris.com/2007/02/dateless-at-museum.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18712022/posts/default/8152842263214522191'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18712022/posts/default/8152842263214522191'></link><author><name>k joseph morris</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18712022.post-3460756303848582706</id><published>2007-02-11T21:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T21:35:56.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lilly Bear</title><summary type='text'>
So my brother stops by and as usual he has new photos of baby. Lilly is now 14 months old. Daddy is a Chicago Bears fan so no doubt baby will grow up to be a Bears fan too.

Sad really, knowing this child has a lifetime of sports heart-ache ahead of her...

</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.kjosephmorris.com/2007/02/lilly-bear.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18712022/posts/default/3460756303848582706'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18712022/posts/default/3460756303848582706'></link><author><name>k joseph morris</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18712022.post-7779978615212739793</id><published>2007-02-10T21:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T21:29:45.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Foot Long</title><summary type='text'>Over the weekend I was out running errands. My tummy reminded me that it was lunchtime just as I was getting near a great hotdog place.

While waiting for my order to come up I was keeping an eye on the attractive young lady behind the counter. She looks up and asks me "You have the 2 dog special"?

I nodded my head to confirm. She scrunched her head down into her shoulders, put on a devilish </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.kjosephmorris.com/2007/02/foot-long.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18712022/posts/default/7779978615212739793'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18712022/posts/default/7779978615212739793'></link><author><name>k joseph morris</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18712022.post-6257626553237955618</id><published>2007-02-06T21:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T21:27:35.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cops call it B&amp;E</title><summary type='text'>2:20AM Monday, February 5th I wake up but don't know why. A moment later I hear a crashing noise in the next room. I get out of bed and walk into the living room.

Everything looks as it should, so what was it I heard? Again the noise. This time I know exactly what it is and where it is coming from. I walk to the sliding glass door and throw open the blinds.

The guy on the other side of the </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.kjosephmorris.com/2007/02/cops-call-it-b.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18712022/posts/default/6257626553237955618'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18712022/posts/default/6257626553237955618'></link><author><name>k joseph morris</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18712022.post-6764897904832030016</id><published>2007-02-02T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T21:23:58.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Zodiacal</title><summary type='text'>The crew and I treated ourselves to a long lunch earlier this week. We stopped in at the Chinese Buffet. The paper placemats depicted the Chinese Zodiac.

The Chinese Zodiac consists of a 12 year cycle. Each year of which is named after a different animal that imparts distinct characteristics to its year. Many Chinese believe that the year of a person's birth is the primary factor in determining </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.kjosephmorris.com/2007/02/chinese-zodiacal.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18712022/posts/default/6764897904832030016'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18712022/posts/default/6764897904832030016'></link><author><name>k joseph morris</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18712022.post-117178028636167223</id><published>2007-01-21T21:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T21:19:12.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck Norris me please</title><summary type='text'>I went to the Sports Authority store today and bought a Chuck Norris Total Gym 1700 Club machine. Loaded it into the car. Drove it home. Unloaded, unpacked, set it up, stood back to look it over and said... "Damn I need some chocolate milk and a cigarette."</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.kjosephmorris.com/2007/02/test.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18712022/posts/default/117178028636167223'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18712022/posts/default/117178028636167223'></link><author><name>k joseph morris</name></author></entry></feed>