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It is intended to be viewed in a newsreader or syndicated to another site.</feedburner:browserFriendly><item><title>Stream…..</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/redsneaker/rHYE/~3/6whEZBj5zgo/stream.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (brian)</author><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 14:15:47 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458847458793304627.post-2846743980854097727</guid><description>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haircut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Driver's Ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fresh Milk  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Puppy love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Orange Crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pencil Eraser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;iPod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sequined Glove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Post-It Note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coca-Cola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm on a Boat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458847458793304627-2846743980854097727?l=blog.redsneaker.net%2Findex.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blog.redsneaker.net/2009/07/stream.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Because I care….</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/redsneaker/rHYE/~3/pgz8J76Ect4/because-i-care.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (brian)</author><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 13:48:48 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458847458793304627.post-1529213903182302633</guid><description>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: right'&gt;With the passing of so many celebrities lately, we must start appreciating the celebrities that we have left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: right'&gt;So in honor of all the living celebrities like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: right'&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: right'&gt;Lindsey Lohan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: right'&gt;Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: right'&gt;Zac Efron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: right'&gt;The Jonas Bros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: right'&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: right'&gt;Soupy Sales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: right'&gt;I am right-aligning this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: right'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: right'&gt;Brian "Misses Red Skelton" Matthews&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458847458793304627-1529213903182302633?l=blog.redsneaker.net%2Findex.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blog.redsneaker.net/2009/07/because-i-care.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Blogging my way into solitude</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/redsneaker/rHYE/~3/PvtrLsF0odU/blogging-my-way-into-solitude.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (brian)</author><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 11:48:45 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458847458793304627.post-7285108280756091483</guid><description>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once upon a time, family and friends would find themselves adorning the pages of this blog.  Sometimes in some not so attractive ways---you know who you are and you are still a tool.  So in favor of everyone's feelings, I began a lengthy course of not mentioning ANYONE I knew or was related to as to not hurt their feelings.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, no longer.  It's just too interesting NOT to include them.  Their mannerisms, their attitudes, their inability to see that they are always wrong and I am never right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So family and friends, this is fair warning.  If you say something stupid or get caught doing stupid things….I'm busting you here…..for the amusement of everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You have been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brian "the Enforcer" Matthews&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458847458793304627-7285108280756091483?l=blog.redsneaker.net%2Findex.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blog.redsneaker.net/2009/07/blogging-my-way-into-solitude.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Driver’s Ed</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/redsneaker/rHYE/~3/IC42ho3ZkEI/drivers-ed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (brian)</author><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 11:38:04 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458847458793304627.post-5750275058472191447</guid><description>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mark is 14 and, as of two weeks ago, has his driver's permit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As the Dad, I have taken mark out a few times to get him accustomed to driving and how to turn corners without sideswiping  a convoy of school buses.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watching Mark learning how to drive really made me aware of how poorly I drive.  Rolling stops, speeding, etc.  Not only am I aware of it, but Mark is to…and he announces it.  "Dad, was THAT a complete stop?"  I can't say "yes" because then that's what he would do.  So I fess up.  "Yep, I totally should have stopped right there."  I just hope this doesn't expand into other things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Dad, did you just use a credit card to buy gum?" "Yes, yes I did.  I shouldn't have, but I did.  I'll try better next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Dad, is THAT the way you are supposed to dress?  Are sneakers 'Business Casual'?"  That's when I smack him upside the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brian "Parallel Park" Matthews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458847458793304627-5750275058472191447?l=blog.redsneaker.net%2Findex.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blog.redsneaker.net/2009/07/drivers-ed.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>A list of people I could do without.</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/redsneaker/rHYE/~3/hWW0D4a3wKs/list-of-people-i-could-do-without.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (brian)</author><pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2009 12:43:38 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458847458793304627.post-8094283562940027858</guid><description>•A waiter with his fly open, serving you fries and gravy…..and you haven’t ordered yet&lt;br /&gt;•Tattoo artists with a nasty twitch&lt;br /&gt;•Nurses with a grudge against bed-ridden people&lt;br /&gt;•Dentists into leather&lt;br /&gt;•80-year old nude polka dancers&lt;br /&gt;•Grocery check-out clerks who smell of B.O. and disappointment&lt;br /&gt;•Pudding-makers with eczema&lt;br /&gt;•Funeral Directors with Narcolepsy&lt;br /&gt;•Singers who sound like the advanced stages of emphysema&lt;br /&gt;•People who love porcelain dolls and show off their collections of hundreds of them.&lt;br /&gt;•People with silent letters in their name who get annoyed when you pronounce all the letters.  You know who you are, Thom!&lt;br /&gt;•Hat salespeople reading directions on lice shampoo&lt;br /&gt;•Ice Cream scoopers reading directions on lice shampoo&lt;br /&gt;•Assassins with lazy eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458847458793304627-8094283562940027858?l=blog.redsneaker.net%2Findex.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blog.redsneaker.net/2009/07/list-of-people-i-could-do-without.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title></title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/redsneaker/rHYE/~3/1lQ1T9TXbF4/i-want-one-of-these-httpping.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (brian)</author><pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 13:24:14 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458847458793304627.post-4658361121433072007</guid><description>I Want one of these: &lt;a href="http://ping.fm/2p3TS"&gt;http://ping.fm/2p3TS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to interact with it on Facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458847458793304627-4658361121433072007?l=blog.redsneaker.net%2Findex.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blog.redsneaker.net/2009/07/i-want-one-of-these-httpping.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Do-it-yourself iPod</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/redsneaker/rHYE/~3/1b0qgTJN-LU/do-it-yourself-ipod.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (brian)</author><pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 11:16:50 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458847458793304627.post-8759150611088701092</guid><description>&lt;img align="left" alt="" src="http://www.redsneaker.net/blog/icons/tape.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gather the following items:&lt;br /&gt;1 regular-sized Altoids can (empty)&lt;br /&gt;1 Enclosed 4 “AA” Battery Holder (Radio Shack 270-411)&lt;br /&gt;1 Nine inches of 14 gauge wire&lt;br /&gt;1 SD card of at least 1GB in size (any manufacturer)&lt;br /&gt;1 Clock Radio  (Radio Shack Catalog #: 12-384)&lt;br /&gt;1 Soldiering Iron&lt;br /&gt;1 coil lead-free soldier&lt;br /&gt;1 30GB iPod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1. Throw away everything but the iPod.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2. Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian "Genius!” Matthews &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow me at &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/redsneaker"&gt;http://www.twitter.com/redsneaker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458847458793304627-8759150611088701092?l=blog.redsneaker.net%2Findex.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blog.redsneaker.net/2009/07/do-it-yourself-ipod.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Rock of Ages</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/redsneaker/rHYE/~3/fJdVjf9E8oI/rock-of-ages.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (brian)</author><pubDate>Tue, 23 Jun 2009 13:21:08 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458847458793304627.post-320521151268438187</guid><description>&lt;img align="left" alt="" src="http://www.redsneaker.net/blog/icons/tape.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently my beautiful wife and I went to see “Rock Of Ages”, a Broadway musical featuring rock from the 80s and 90s like Foreigner, Extreme, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;We had really good seats.  They were “Just Like Paradise”. My knees bumped the stage.&lt;br /&gt;We were excited to see a great show starring Constantine from American Idol (Judge me if you will).  We were disappointed initially when we found out that not only was Constantine out but so was his counterpart, so both roles were being played by understudies.  I said “disappointed initially” because it wasn’t long before it was painfully obvious that the understudies could take us “High Enough” American Idol or not.  &lt;br /&gt;The band—Arsenal was TIGHT!  Tighter than zebra spandex on the lead singer of Krokus!  &lt;br /&gt;The show was stunning all the way down to the leg warmers and straight jacket.  I wish we could see it again!  &lt;br /&gt;We had “Nuthin’ But a Good Time”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian "I Wanna Rock!” Matthews &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow me at &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/redsneaker"&gt;http://www.twitter.com/redsneaker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458847458793304627-320521151268438187?l=blog.redsneaker.net%2Findex.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blog.redsneaker.net/2009/06/rock-of-ages.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title></title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/redsneaker/rHYE/~3/YNmWfYaXVCQ/attention-photographers-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (brian)</author><pubDate>Tue, 23 Jun 2009 08:08:42 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458847458793304627.post-8601052602765915357</guid><description>Attention Photographers in Bismarck/Mandan ND:  I have an assignment for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/38TWe5"&gt;http://bit.ly/38TWe5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458847458793304627-8601052602765915357?l=blog.redsneaker.net%2Findex.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blog.redsneaker.net/2009/06/attention-photographers-in.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>What I learned by going to New York City</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/redsneaker/rHYE/~3/nKK5A9L982c/what-i-learned-by-going-to-new-york.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (brian)</author><pubDate>Fri, 19 Jun 2009 10:38:53 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458847458793304627.post-9073342752729400745</guid><description>&lt;img align="left" alt="" src="http://www.redsneaker.net/blog/icons/nd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently had a trip to New York City.  Now most recollections of trips like this drone on and on about the specifics.  I gave up “droning” for New Years.&lt;br /&gt;First, you need to know a few things: I travelled with my beautiful wife, Jen, we stayed in a great hotel right off Time Square, and I have a unibrow.&lt;br /&gt;So here’s what I learned while in New York City:&lt;br /&gt;1. Anything can happen in Time Square.  We sat in lawn chairs in the middle of the street watching people, we saw a large group of people spontaneously start blowing bubbles (flashmob), and we saw a large group of nude male bicyclists (some were wearing a single sock—I will let you paint that picture).&lt;br /&gt;2. Bring lots of money.  We ended up buying chicken nuggets, a small hamburger, fries and 2 sodas for $40.&lt;br /&gt;3. Only crazy people drive in Manhattan. We saw lots of vehicles, but it was evident that every single one of those drivers was psychologically deranged.&lt;br /&gt;4. There will never be cologne modeled after the New York City Subway.&lt;br /&gt;5. When you run into Andrew McCarthy, don’t mention “Mannequin” the movie.&lt;br /&gt;6. Don’t be afraid to elbow a few grandmothers to get in the shot outside the Today show.  It’s totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian "There’s no place like Home!” Matthews &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow me at &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/redsneaker"&gt;http://www.twitter.com/redsneaker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458847458793304627-9073342752729400745?l=blog.redsneaker.net%2Findex.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blog.redsneaker.net/2009/06/what-i-learned-by-going-to-new-york.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title></title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/redsneaker/rHYE/~3/17pJKig_IaQ/want-to-join-me-for-photowalk-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (brian)</author><pubDate>Fri, 19 Jun 2009 07:16:30 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458847458793304627.post-7877764411811493709</guid><description>Want to join me for a photowalk in Bismarck on July 18th?&lt;br /&gt;Go here: &lt;a href="http://ping.fm/VxFtf"&gt;http://ping.fm/VxFtf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sign up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458847458793304627-7877764411811493709?l=blog.redsneaker.net%2Findex.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blog.redsneaker.net/2009/06/want-to-join-me-for-photowalk-in.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title></title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/redsneaker/rHYE/~3/kLkWeIbCYEw/fingers-and-toes-are-more-important.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (brian)</author><pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2009 13:44:05 PDT</pubDate><guid 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course, you can’t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458847458793304627-2514523692405123400?l=blog.redsneaker.net%2Findex.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blog.redsneaker.net/2009/06/if-you-think-you-can-do-something-you.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title></title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/redsneaker/rHYE/~3/U2SiK9jwhqI/penny-saved-is-penny-earned-but-nickel.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (brian)</author><pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 06:07:22 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458847458793304627.post-2205405575648391157</guid><description>A penny saved is a penny earned, but a nickel is five cents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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