<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:53:05.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost's House of Maladies and other Sardonic Fare</title><subtitle type='html'>Diatribes, tirades and opinions in a sarcastic and appealing fashion!  And the occasional nugget of useless information in a public forum.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>325</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-113688879607824527</id><published>2006-01-10T04:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T05:26:36.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The great thing in this world is not so much where you stand, as in what direction you are moving." -- Oliver Wendell HolmesI hope everyone's New Year is going swimmingly.  If you're reading this and you didn't get a Kwanza Card, Hanukkah Card, Christmas Card, Festivus Card, Ramadan Card, Saturnalia Card or some other form of Holiday greeting from me, I apologize.  That means I didn't have your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/113688879607824527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/113688879607824527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2006/01/great-thing-in-this-world-is-not-so.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-113637045503596719</id><published>2006-01-04T05:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T05:27:35.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Cheers to a new year and another chance for us to get it right." -- Oprah WinfreyThat's right, bitches.... I quoted Oprah.  What of it?Happy New Year!mahalo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/113637045503596719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/113637045503596719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2006/01/cheers-to-new-year-and-another-chance.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-113550483867405792</id><published>2005-12-25T04:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T05:04:16.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"And lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which be to all people." -- Luke 9-10Just remember what this time of year is supposed to mean... whatever you believe.And incidentally, if you should find any babies lying around in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/113550483867405792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/113550483867405792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-lo-angel-of-lord-came-upon-them.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-113404207069439788</id><published>2005-12-08T05:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T06:41:10.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Lots of people who complained about us recieving the MBE recieved theirs for heroism in the war--for killing people. We recieved ours for entertaining other people. I'd say we deserve ours more. Wouldn't you?" -- John LennonMBE just for the record stands for Members of the most excellent order of the British Empire. The Beatles were awarded their medals in 1965 and there was some controversy. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/113404207069439788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/113404207069439788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/12/lots-of-people-who-complained-about-us.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-113230530659820538</id><published>2005-11-18T04:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T04:15:06.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Personally I think birthdays and anniversaries are like menstrual cramps, a regular pain in the ass that's somehow connected to birth." -- Hugh ElliottWow.  A whole month and a half has flown right by.  Not much has happened really.  I swear you didn't miss that much.  I've been busy with school as usual, papers, presentations, quizzes and whatnot.  All going well so far.  I have to register for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/113230530659820538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/113230530659820538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/11/personally-i-think-birthdays-and.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-112850912706792300</id><published>2005-10-05T06:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T06:45:27.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Time you enjoy wasting is not wasted." -- John LennonI'm going to see The Beatles tonight.  Okay, well, just one Beatle. I figured it was my last chance, we are running out of Beatles.  There are two left, you figure it out.  In paraphrasing Mr. Lennon, my friend Al would like to say thank you on behalf of the group and ourselves for anyone else not being able to go.I suppose I'll have to tell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/112850912706792300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/112850912706792300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/10/time-you-enjoy-wasting-is-not-wasted.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-112799073456250228</id><published>2005-09-29T06:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T06:45:34.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know." -- Diane ArbusJust a short note.  If you are interested, I've got the photos from the ride.  Just click HERE to see them.  It's the same set up as the pictures of Italy.  If you haven't seen those click ITALY.  Just keep in mind that there are 190 pictures of Italy, but only 42 of the ride.The first person you'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/112799073456250228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/112799073456250228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/09/photograph-is-secret-about-secret.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-112746283485703084</id><published>2005-09-23T04:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T04:07:16.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"From the end spring new beginnings." -- Pliny the ElderPliny was a Roman living South of modern Naples in the  first century A.D.  Or C.E. as scholars refer to it nowadays.  A.D. is of course the shortened form of the Latin - Anno Domini Nosti Iesu Christi "the year of our Lord Jesus Christ;" and C.E. is "Common Era."  Or if you believe in that, Christian Era.  Science uses the former.  It is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/112746283485703084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/112746283485703084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/09/from-end-spring-new-beginnings.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-112564553173763441</id><published>2005-09-02T03:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T03:18:51.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The difference between a moral man and a man of honor is that the latter regrets a discreditable act, even when it has worked and he has not been caught." -- Henry L. MenckenI did something last night that I'm half ashamed of, half because the guy partially deserved it, but I'm still regretful.   I was having a conversation with my friend who is the bartender at the dive bar that I visit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/112564553173763441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/112564553173763441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/09/difference-between-moral-man-and-man.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-112322914656569355</id><published>2005-08-05T04:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T04:05:46.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"When I see an adult on a bicycle, I do not despair for the future of the human race." -- H. G. WellsAll right everyone.  The website once again is brakingthecycle.org.  I'm rider 109.  It's getting to be that time, the ride is next month.  If you've already contributed and are tired of hearing about it, I thank you, but you'll understand that it's important that I beg, plead and nag everyone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/112322914656569355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/112322914656569355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/08/when-i-see-adult-on-bicycle-i-do-not.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-112262529534109556</id><published>2005-07-29T04:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T04:21:35.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Show me a man who has enjoyed his school days and I'll show you a bully and a bore." -- Robert MorelyOkay people.  It's getting down to it.  Go to brakingthecycle.org and donate.  Michael Klein, rider 109.  Every little bit helps.  You know you want to, and you know that you feel guilty that you haven't yet.  You have one month and one half. And I'm going to remind you again several times.  So </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/112262529534109556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/112262529534109556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/07/show-me-man-who-has-enjoyed-his-school.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-112141298731913736</id><published>2005-07-15T03:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T03:36:28.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Reading, after a certain age, diverts the mind too much from its creative pursuits. Any man who reads too much and uses his own brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking." -- Albert EinsteinNothing is more true than this statement.  It's been two weeks since I last wrote (I sound like I'm at an AA meeting... only it's writing instead of ruining my life with alcohol... which by the way,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/112141298731913736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/112141298731913736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/07/reading-after-certain-age-diverts-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-112020676205981932</id><published>2005-07-01T04:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T04:32:42.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I am not a great cook, I am not a great artist, but I love art, and I love food, so I am the perfect traveller." -- Michael PalinAs expected Day 2 of class was an improvement over Day 1. Mostly because I began to make friends. As I mentioned, the professor broke us up into groups that we'll work with for the next 5 weeks. So it was nice to walk in Wednesday and know people's names... well, it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/112020676205981932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/112020676205981932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-am-not-great-cook-i-am-not-great.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-112004035443255515</id><published>2005-06-29T06:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T06:19:14.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I found Rome a city of bricks and left it a city of marble." -- Caesar AugustusIn fact, most of that very same marble is still there... and you can just touch it, sit on it, have lunch on it... It's pretty incredible.  But wait... my first day of school was this past Monday.First day of school?  Wait wasn't there a picture of a gown in a park?  you may ask.  Graduate School.  Say it with me!!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/112004035443255515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/112004035443255515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-found-rome-city-of-bricks-and-left.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-111959827167514486</id><published>2005-06-24T03:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T03:31:12.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>brakingthecycle.org"The trouble with eating Italian food is that five or six days later you're hungry again." -- George MillerAs I mentioned before graduation and Italy came up, I'm doing another AIDS Ride in September and I need to raise buckets of money.  Many of you have already donated for which I am eternally grateful.  Most of you have been very generous.  The rest of you however still have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111959827167514486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111959827167514486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/06/brakingthecycle.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-111899432243395008</id><published>2005-06-17T02:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T03:45:22.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Indeed, history is nothing more than a tableau of crimes and misfortunes." -- VoltaireI'm so annoyed piggies. The Puritans are ruining my life.. again. I was listening.. not by choice, to Z100.. for those not in the NY area.. it's a pop/Top 40 radio station. One of my new favorite songs out right now is the Black Eyed Peas - "Don't Phunk with my Heart" It's a fun song.. catchy little hook... and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111899432243395008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111899432243395008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/06/indeed-history-is-nothing-more-than.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-111839000623986140</id><published>2005-06-10T03:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T04:01:49.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Traveling is the ruin of all happiness! There's no looking at a building after seeing Italy." -- Fanny BurneyI don't know who Fanny Burney is, but she is correct. I can never go out of my house again after seeing Italy. I went to the MoMA two days ago and was hardly impressed. Nothing but hacks there I say.I had an interesting day yesterday. One that had the potential to ruin a month, but all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111839000623986140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111839000623986140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/06/traveling-is-ruin-of-all-happiness.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-111683220984144718</id><published>2005-05-23T03:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T03:10:09.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder and bloodshed but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love; they had five hundred years of democracy and peace and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock." -- Orson WellesI've been asked a few times how it feels. My answer is the same: I won't know until</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111683220984144718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111683220984144718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/05/in-italy-for-thirty-years-under.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-111640883029193086</id><published>2005-05-18T05:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T05:33:50.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed." -- Emily Dickinson</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111640883029193086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111640883029193086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/05/success-is-counted-sweetest-by-those_18.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-111579492289331532</id><published>2005-05-11T03:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T03:02:02.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1 Day"The person who makes a success of living is the one who see his goal steadily and aims for it unswervingly. That is dedication." -- Cecil B. DeMilleI met someone tonight. Which is funny. It's funny because I haven't really met anyone new in a long time. She's fun, charming, has what seems to be a easy going nature and has a hell of a voice. Her name is Heather, I've never met a Heather </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111579492289331532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111579492289331532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/05/1-day-person-who-makes-success-of.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-111562075160573108</id><published>2005-05-09T02:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T02:39:11.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3 Days"It's a job that's never started that takes the longest to finish." -- J. R. R. TolkienWell, it seems my body has picked the most inopportune time to crap out.  I'm coming down with a cold that seems to be worsening by the minute.  Today is the first of my two graduation ceremonies and I'm running a bit of a fever, I have a runny nose and I'm being ambushed by what have been the most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111562075160573108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111562075160573108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/05/3-days-its-job-thats-never-started.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-111528000330217743</id><published>2005-05-05T04:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T04:07:47.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>7 Days"Finally, in conclusion, let me say just this." -- Peter SellersI never remember if I count today, or if I start the count with the day after my post. Either way, the big graduation is a week from today. There's a graduation ceremony this coming Monday. This is the one in which my name is announced, I go up on stage shake hands with half a dozen people I've never met and someone hands me a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111528000330217743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111528000330217743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/05/7-days-finally-in-conclusion-let-me.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-111476246028921181</id><published>2005-04-29T04:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T04:20:58.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>13 Days"You're never too old to become younger." -- Mae WestSo, technically... I'm a graduate student. This past Wednesday I registered at Dowling. Unlike NYU which I may tattoo on my ass, Dowling I won't chirp about so much. For one, it's not NYU nor does it have the reputation or the clout but what it has is that I'll be a Grad Student there. Finally. I may have mentioned the issue of people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111476246028921181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111476246028921181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/04/13-days-youre-never-too-old-to-become.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-111415811603792268</id><published>2005-04-22T04:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T04:21:56.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>21 Days"Humor is the first of the gifts to perish in a foreign tongue." -- Virginia WoolfI'm a bit conflicted tonight piggies.  I don't really have much to say, and for some reason I know I'll fill up my blog with rambling bull crap anyway.  There isn't much new.  Graduation is still weeks (plural) away and I've nothing really to talk about.  Only I know that there are at least two of you that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111415811603792268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111415811603792268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/04/21-days-humor-is-first-of-gifts-to.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-111355207735667327</id><published>2005-04-15T04:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T04:01:17.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>27 Days"A person is always startled when he hears himself seriously called an old man for the first time." -- Oliver Wendell HolmesCrushed I was!!I've told you before about the new little dive bar that I frequent and the cute little bartender named Tiffany.  Well, Tiff as I like to call her, has some cute little friends as well.  I don't do anything about it, but I like to look.  As pretty as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111355207735667327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111355207735667327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/04/27-days-person-is-always-startled-when.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-111278205117044987</id><published>2005-04-06T06:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T06:07:31.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>36 Days"As long as there are fools and rascals, there will be religions." -- VoltaireSo I finally got an iPod. The pressure was mounting so I succumbed. Everyone has told me it has changed their life; one friend said "I don't know how I lived my whole life without one." I went running with it yesterday, I got the mini, and yeah, I liked running with music. Sort of fired me up. Of course I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111278205117044987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111278205117044987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/04/36-days-as-long-as-there-are-fools-and.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-111234236516000307</id><published>2005-04-01T02:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T02:59:25.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>41 Days"It was a cold, bright day in April and the clocks were striking thirteen." -- George OrwellI don't have much to talk about since yesterday, but I had a tough time passing up April Fool's Day. I haven't pulled a successful prank since I was in my teens and I yelled from my bedroom in my parent's house "There's a MOUSE in my room!!!!" To which my mother immediately freaked out and demanded </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111234236516000307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111234236516000307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/04/41-days-it-was-cold-bright-day-in.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-111226598081036570</id><published>2005-03-31T05:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T05:46:20.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>42 Days"In Paris they simply stared when I spoke to them in French; I never did succeed in making those idiots understand their language." -- Mark TwainI hate when I hear something so brilliant that I'm actually angry that I hadn't thought of it. I'm referring of course to last night's Daily Show in which Jon Stewart pointed out what it would actually take for us as American citizens to acquire </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111226598081036570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111226598081036570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/03/42-days-in-paris-they-simply-stared.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-111199671219963182</id><published>2005-03-28T02:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T02:58:32.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>45 Days"So convincing were those dreams of being awake that he woke from them in a state of complete exhaustion, and had to go straight back to sleep again." -- Joseph HellerThe good news is that I had a wonderful weekend skiing in Maine with my friend Doug at Sunday River, a particularly favorite mountain for us.  Spring arrived in all it's glory over the weekend.  At the base it was in the mid </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111199671219963182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111199671219963182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/03/45-days-so-convincing-were-those.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-111165926589381725</id><published>2005-03-24T05:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T05:14:25.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>49 Days"Demand me nothing. What you know, you know. From this time forth I never will speak word." -- William ShakespeareI've had a busy week. Work has been late, which explains my pause between posts. I've basically been getting home from work, going right to bed, getting up after about 5 or 6 hours, working on a paper that's due today, then getting in the jeep and going to school, then going to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111165926589381725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111165926589381725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/03/49-days-demand-me-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-111097256315804328</id><published>2005-03-16T06:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T06:35:10.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>57 Days"He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat." -- William ShakespeareI have a favorite curse word and that word is 'Douche.' It's such a great word, so great in fact it can be applied to anything and, for the time being, can still be said on television as John Stewart pointed out on the Daily Show last night. I work in an environment where you're surprised when Fuck isn't every other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111097256315804328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111097256315804328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/03/57-days-he-wears-his-faith-but-as.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-111053390299423498</id><published>2005-03-11T04:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T04:38:23.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>62 Days"It's odd that you can get so anesthetized by your own pain or your own problem that you don't quite fully share the hell of someone close to you." -- Lady Bird JohnsonSo I'm through midterms. Next week is spring break and then there are seven weeks left at NYU. It's a bizarre feeling I have right now. I'm very excited to be graduating and at the same time I'm as nervous as a hooker in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111053390299423498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111053390299423498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/03/62-days-its-odd-that-you-can-get-so.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-111035967682498410</id><published>2005-03-09T04:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T04:14:36.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>64 Days"Where we have strong emotions, we're liable to fool ourselves." -- Carl SaganYou know, just because I have a jeep now doesn't mean I have to go out in bad weather. It just means I can if I want with a reasonable amount of confidence that I won't go hurtling out of control like a US smart bomb. Yesterday was the second time in as many weeks that I didn't go to work due to inclement weather</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111035967682498410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/111035967682498410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/03/64-days-where-we-have-strong-emotions.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-110992660171347501</id><published>2005-03-04T03:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T03:56:41.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>69 Days"Life is a warfare and a stranger's sojourn, and after fame is oblivion." -- Marcus AureliusSo it's been about a month since I got the jeep, so I figured I'd test it out. You know, to see how rugged it is. To see what it could stand up to. So I decided to slam on my brakes and ram the car in front of me in the Midtown Tunnel Wednesday afternoon on my way to school, seeing as how I had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/110992660171347501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/110992660171347501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/03/69-days-life-is-warfare-and-strangers.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-110966886416956108</id><published>2005-03-01T03:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T04:26:31.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>72 Days"Beware the Ides of March." -- William ShakespeareOkay, technically it's not the ides just yet. You have two more weeks before you have to beware. I'd just thought I'd give you a heads up.So those of us that take refuge from the imperialistic meanderings of the red zones of the country by taking solace in the bluer portions are truly bluer today after being hit with "The Blizzard of '05 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/110966886416956108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/110966886416956108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/03/72-days-beware-ides-of-march.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-110932215516184599</id><published>2005-02-25T04:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T04:15:44.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>77 Days"The rule is perfect: in all matters of opinion our adversaries are insane." -- Mark TwainI've had a lot of gas these last two days. It could be that I ate the biggest porter house steak in the history of meat all by myself the other night and now my body doesn't know what to do with all the protein. So I've been fart boy. Don't worry though, I'm getting good at only letting it go when I'm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/110932215516184599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/110932215516184599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/02/77-days-rule-is-perfect-in-all-matters.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-110915739312745392</id><published>2005-02-23T06:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T06:16:33.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>79 Days"The future will be better tomorrow." -- Dan QuayleMy immediate future ought to be fun. I'm spending the day with my dad. We have to go have pictures taken for new union cards, then we're going to take a look at the new campus Dowling is starting up in Melville. Dowling of course will be the school where I'll be getting my Masters, so we're gonna check out the school's new digs to see if I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/110915739312745392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/110915739312745392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/02/79-days-future-will-be-better-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-110871926836333338</id><published>2005-02-18T04:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T04:34:28.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>83 Days"It is not the strongest of the species that survive, nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change." -- Charles DarwinI'm very excited. Can you guess why? Only that the greatest show in the history of television began its 10th season last night. I know, you were all as excited as I was and were glued to the TV so I don't have to explain it in detail as I've been prone to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/110871926836333338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/110871926836333338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/02/83-days-it-is-not-strongest-of-species.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-110811472329099131</id><published>2005-02-11T04:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T04:38:43.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Is there anything worse than being blind? Yes, a man with sight and no vision." -- Helen KellerI haven't much thought about what my own vision is. Perhaps a world in which we all do what we truly believe in, do the things that are most important to us rather than what will merely sustain us.I like to think that's kind of what I'm doing. Eventually leaving my current job, one that pays well and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/110811472329099131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/110811472329099131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/02/is-there-anything-worse-than-being.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-110794820596802300</id><published>2005-02-09T06:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T06:23:25.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You can lead a whore to culture, but you can't make her think." -- Dorothy ParkerDorothy was a poet and a humorist and she said that in response to someone asking her to use 'horticulture' correctly in a sentence.  And that's why she's famous, and I'm not.  Well, that and perhaps the lack of published material or winning any championship games with a last minute touchdown pass or slapshot from</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/110794820596802300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/110794820596802300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-can-lead-whore-to-culture-but-you.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-110750762977714322</id><published>2005-02-04T04:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T04:03:51.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"People who throw kisses are hopelessly lazy." -- Bob HopeI was going to go to bed, but when I came home earlier today I put the clean laundry all over the bed to make it easier for me to put away. Then, seeing my laundry scattered about on my bed, I decided I'd blog instead of putting it all away.I had an interesting evening. I felt like I had a break through in my class. We discussed the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/110750762977714322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/110750762977714322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/02/people-who-throw-kisses-are-hopelessly.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-110690146454209117</id><published>2005-01-28T03:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T03:37:44.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I love quotations because it is a joy to find thoughts one might have, beautifully expressed with much authority by someone recognized wiser than oneself." -- Marlene DietrichDid you know Marlene was 91 at her death? How about that she died in '92. I didn't know that. That god for the internet.Well piggies, there is joy in Mudville. Later today, I'll be picking up my new Jeep. Okay it's a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/110690146454209117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/110690146454209117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-love-quotations-because-it-is-joy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-110621574396963753</id><published>2005-01-20T05:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T05:09:03.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I have no need of your God-damned sympathy. I only wish to be entertained by some of your grosser reminiscences." -- Alexander WoollcottOh my god!  I'm writing two days in a row.  I'll be damned.  Well, I was damned long ago, but there's no need to go into that here.I still don't really have much to say, except that all the keys tingling under my fingers as rapidly as I can make them, feels </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/110621574396963753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/110621574396963753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-have-no-need-of-your-god-damned.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-110613073029923626</id><published>2005-01-19T05:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T05:32:10.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I've been trying for some time to develop a lifestyle that doesn't require my presence." -- Gary TrudeauI'm not even going to attempt to explain myself. And you, piggies, can't guilt me into it. So, we start from today. January 19th 2005. So...Happy New Year! And why is 2005 going to be such a great year? Lot's O'reasons. 1) I'm graduating from NYU in May. That is very exciting. 2) I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/110613073029923626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/110613073029923626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2005/01/ive-been-trying-for-some-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-109282730132173553</id><published>2004-08-18T06:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T07:11:40.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Absence, with all its pains, is, by this charming moment, wiped away. " -- James ThomsonHey there!  Remember me?  That's okay, I'm not offended.  Hell, even I don't even recognize the place. Blogger has obviously been doing some work. It looks nice. I guess I'll get used to it.Me? I've been lazy. I did recently finish up my summer class. Lots of research, Lots of writing all combined and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/109282730132173553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/109282730132173553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2004/08/absence-with-all-its-pains-is-by-this.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-106811789183498645</id><published>2003-11-06T06:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T06:24:50.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I've been trying for some time to develop a lifestyle that doesn't require my presence." -- Gary TrudeauOh, hello.  Don't mind me, I'm just sweeping up around here.  I guess a six month hiatus will grow cobwebs.  I'm not dead as you may have heard, or wished.  But I have been somewhat busy with school.  Although it still makes a great crutch.  Funny thing about school, everyone I know takes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/106811789183498645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/106811789183498645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2003/11/ive-been-trying-for-some-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-94437491</id><published>2003-05-16T03:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T03:52:08.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Oh! do not attack me with your watch. A watch is always too fast or too slow. I cannot be dictated to by a watch." -- Jane AustenSo what's two and a half months between friends?  Okay quite a bit.  I'm sorry piggies, I don't have much of a legitimate excuse to my veritable absence from these pages but what I do have is school and I'm going to lean on that crutch for another 2 years.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/94437491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/94437491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2003/05/oh-do-not-attack-me-with-your-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-89831291</id><published>2003-02-27T06:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T06:13:02.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"So, let's make the most of this beautiful day. Since we're together we might as well say: Would you be mine? Could you be mine?" -- Fred RogersSadly, today Mr Rogers died at 74 after a brief battle with stomach cancer.  What kind of world do we live in that Mr Fucking Rogers gets stomach cancer? It's madness I say.  Gas is sky rocketing, Little Bush is begging for war and Saddam is going to be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/89831291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/89831291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2003/02/so-lets-make-most-of-this-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-88582803</id><published>2003-02-05T05:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-05T05:18:36.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Nothing is a waste of time if you use the experience wisely." -- Rodin One of the things in life that weirds me out is when you hear a song on the radio that you don't particularly like so you change the station, only to find that the very next station is playing the very same song.  It's like I've fallen between a crack somewhere in the Time/Space Continuum.  That's when I start to believe in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/88582803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/88582803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2003/02/nothing-is-waste-of-time-if-you-use.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-87526280</id><published>2003-01-16T05:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-16T05:26:45.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!" -- Lewis Carroll One of these days I'm going to redecorate this place.  Shake it up a little.  It's getting boring.  One thing that stands out in my mind about the marathon is the build up and anticipation immediately before the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/87526280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/87526280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2003/01/now-here-you-see-it-takes-all-running.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-87411097</id><published>2003-01-14T05:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-14T05:36:38.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Veni. Vidi. Vici." -- Julius CaesarTwenty-six point two miles.  That's how far it is.  There's a lot of myth behind why we run that distance but there's no mistaking the sense of accomplishment and satisfaction one feels upon completing a marathon.  I did it goddamnit and I'm proud.  I even got a medal for my madness.  Did I win?  Certainly not.  But I finished and with literally thousands of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/87411097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/87411097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2003/01/veni.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-87107142</id><published>2003-01-08T06:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-08T06:10:40.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A wretched soul, bruised with adversity,We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with like weight of pain,As much or more we should ourselves complain." -- William ShakespeareWell Happy New Year.  So how's your year going so far?  Mine's got too much snow involved.  Then again, I supposed we're being paid back for all the bad weather that they've been saving up over the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/87107142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/87107142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2003/01/wretched-soul-bruised-with-adversity.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-86511846</id><published>2002-12-25T06:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-25T06:36:40.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"So this is Christmas. I hope you have fun." -- John LennonEnjoy.Fare thee well.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/86511846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/86511846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/12/so-this-is-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-86312026</id><published>2002-12-20T04:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-20T04:41:12.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function." -- F. Scott FitzgeraldSo it has come to my attention that I haven't written in quite some time.  And by the looks of it, nearly two months.  So what the hell have I been up to?  Well the short story is that school is mercifully over for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/86312026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/86312026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/12/test-of-first-rate-intelligence-is.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-83452799</id><published>2002-10-24T06:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-24T06:04:34.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The fascination of shooting as a sport depends almost wholly on whether you are at the right or wrong end of the gun." -- P. G. WodehouseIt's kind of late but I want to try to get in the habit of writing something more regularly.  So I've come up with the top 10 reasons why the Sniper is the best thing going on right now.   Drum Roll please.10 - Finally, a new serial murderer.9 - Less </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/83452799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/83452799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/10/fascination-of-shooting-as-sport.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-83397834</id><published>2002-10-23T06:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-23T06:11:58.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Reading, after a certain age, diverts the mind too much from its creative pursuits. Any man who reads too much and uses his own brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking." -- Albert EinsteinAdmittedly, I'm glad to hear there are some out there who miss my blogging.  I miss writing actually.  So you may ask yourself, "Self, why wouldn't he just write then?" And that is indeed a fine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/83397834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/83397834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/10/reading-after-certain-age-diverts-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-81446707</id><published>2002-09-11T04:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-11T04:44:36.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire." -- W. B. YeatsSchool started this week and all the fun I've been enjoying has come to a screeching halt.  I will be reading and reporting on no less than 18 books in the next 15 weeks.  I suppose as a Literature major one should expect that.  Although one class is "Intro to Sociology."  As a mid-term we have a book report due</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/81446707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/81446707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/09/education-is-not-filling-of-pail-but.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-81085495</id><published>2002-09-03T07:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-03T08:00:02.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I believe every human has a finite number of heartbeats. I don't intend to waste any of mine running around doing exercises." -- Neil ArmstrongOut the Door:Ugh. Getting started is toughest.  Here we go. Clop Clop Clop Clop Clop Systems Check: Okay, the hamstring is doing well.  No pain in the lower legs.  Breathing  good.  Excellent.  Clop Clop Clop Clop Clop  Now I'm glad I didn't get those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/81085495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/81085495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/09/i-believe-every-human-has-finite.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-79839920</id><published>2002-08-05T06:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-05T06:25:12.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful people with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan "press on" has solved and always will solve the problems of the human race." -- </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/79839920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/79839920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/08/nothing-in-this-world-can-take-place.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-79386027</id><published>2002-07-25T05:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-25T05:32:15.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I dote on his very absence." -- William ShakespeareOkay, so it was a really long weekend.  I've become the laziest human on the face of the earth.  And I blame it on my class being cancelled.  I have no motivation to do anything.  I can't even run right now.  No, not due to the shin splints I last told you about.  I'm pretty sure I've recovered from those.  No, I got injured during some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/79386027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/79386027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/07/i-dote-on-his-very-absence.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-78515375</id><published>2002-07-03T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-03T13:35:27.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You are not here merely to make a living. You are here to enable the world to live more amply, with greater vision, and with a finer spirit of hope and achievement. You are here to enrich the world. You impoverish yourself if you forget this errand." -- Woodrow WilsonMuch to chagrin of many, I am not dead.  I have not forgotten, nor have I ignored my happy little blog or you my piggies.  I do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/78515375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/78515375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/07/you-are-not-here-merely-to-make-living.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-77881619</id><published>2002-06-18T04:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-18T04:13:26.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Life only demands from you the strength you possess. Only one feat is possible - not to have run away." -- Dag HammarskjoldI went, I saw, I ran, I conquered.  I survived my 10K ordeal yesterday.  For those metrically challenged, it's 6.2 miles.  Not only did I run and finish, I did so in less time than I had figured for myself... 54 minutes and 40 seconds.  Psyche's brother, who by the way is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/77881619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/77881619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/06/life-only-demands-from-you-strength.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-77839746</id><published>2002-06-17T05:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-17T05:40:02.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!" -- Lewis CarrollI owe a great many things to VelvetBuzz.  My first trip to Europe for example.  9 years ago he and I visited France Belguim and Holland together all because he jokingly asked a room full of people to go with him.  I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/77839746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/77839746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/06/now-here-you-see-it-takes-all-running.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-77646309</id><published>2002-06-12T04:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-12T04:36:39.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Literature is my Utopia. Here I am not disenfranchised. No barrier of the senses shuts me out from the sweet, gracious discourses of my book friends. They talk to me without embarrassment or awkwardness." -- Helen KellerI feel like I'm at a stage in my life where I'm suddenly thrust into a time where I have to know everything.  I should already be preparing for "middle-age" and be set in my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/77646309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/77646309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/06/literature-is-my-utopia.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-77555211</id><published>2002-06-10T02:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-10T02:17:51.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The most precious gift we can offer others is our presence. When mindfulness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers." -- Thich Nhat HanhIt's been an interesting week piggies.  I'm on vacation from work, I have no school for another 3 weeks and this past week has been full of celebration and excitement.  None of which I'm going to get into any detail about right now.  I know, I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/77555211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/77555211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/06/most-precious-gift-we-can-offer-others.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-77178043</id><published>2002-05-31T06:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-31T06:05:27.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Technology is a way of organizing the universe so that man doesn't have to experience it." -- Max FrischAllow me to begin by saying that I did write yesterday, but it got lost in the quagmire that is Blogger.  So go read that, get sufficiently aggravated, slap yourself in the head a few times, then return to read the follow up.  Yesterday also marked the end of the clean up and recovery </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/77178043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/77178043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/05/technology-is-way-of-organizing.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-77137622</id><published>2002-05-30T06:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-30T06:52:46.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty." -- Mahatma GandhiI hate when people on TV tell me how I'm supposed to think.  Every now and again somewhere someone is spouting about how 9/11 changed the world.  Psyche and I discussed this the other day.  We concluded that, for a very small portion of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/77137622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/77137622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/05/you-must-not-lose-faith-in-humanity.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-77057561</id><published>2002-05-28T05:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-28T05:54:29.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"If all the year were playing holidays,To sport would be as tedious as to work." -- William ShakespeareI saw a young woman hitchhiking this morning and a thousand thoughts ran through my head.  I could've picked her up and found out that she was a spy running from terrorists with files full of national secrets in her pack or someone who's just escaped a potential rape or a runaway who would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/77057561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/77057561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/05/if-all-year-were-playing-holidays-to.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-76877797</id><published>2002-05-23T06:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-23T06:45:16.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"People only see what they are prepared to see." -- Ralph Waldo EmersonI'm finding that although school is out until July, I'm having less time to accomplish things during the day.  I spent most of yesterday seeking information on cellular service.  I've noticed that I've spent much of the last month talking on my cell phone and my bill is the proof.  Evidently I spent nearly 900 minutes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/76877797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/76877797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/05/people-only-see-what-they-are-prepared.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-76791586</id><published>2002-05-21T04:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-21T08:49:21.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Runnin' on empty, running into the sun, but I'm running behind." --  Jackson BrowneI played 18 holes of golf yesterday for the first time all year and I must say, I didn't do as poorly as I thought I would have.  I shot a 101 and I won the longest drive.  It was a work tournament.  This marks two tournaments in a row that I have won this very prestigious award.  Look out Tiger.  The reason I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/76791586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/76791586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/05/runnin-on-empty-running-into-sun-but.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-76572142</id><published>2002-05-15T06:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-15T06:05:02.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Total absence of humor renders life impossible." -- ColetteSo due to my overwhelming amount of down time due to school being out, I decided to bounce around the blogs to see what people were droning on about these days.  And what do I find?  Me.  Once again the subject of me has graced the blogs and this time I didn't even spew any unwarranted opinions.  Evidently there is residual aggravation</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/76572142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/76572142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/05/total-absence-of-humor-renders-life.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-76389395</id><published>2002-05-10T04:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-10T04:39:20.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Nothing is said that has not been said before." -- TerenceI have one more final for the semester and I'm perfetto in Italian, tayari in Swahili, prêt in French, färdig in Swedish, hateru in Japanese, законченный in Russian and just plain done in English.  And then I will have a month and a half until I go back for my summer class which incidentally is my first education based class which I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/76389395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/76389395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/05/nothing-is-said-that-has-not-been-said.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-76297381</id><published>2002-05-08T04:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-08T04:13:30.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Be courteous to all, but intimate with few, and let those few be well tried before you give them your confidence. True friendship is a plant of slow growth, and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appellation." -- George WashingtonFour and a half hours together in a car and she still calls me honey.  I can't explain how fascinated I am by this.  In </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/76297381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/76297381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/05/be-courteous-to-all-but-intimate-with.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-76213848</id><published>2002-05-06T05:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-06T05:15:45.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The most merciful thing in the world . . . is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents." -- H. P. LovecraftI'm so far behind, I think I can see myself in front of me.  School is almost done for the semester.  In fact this is the last week and it seems as though this is the longest semester I've taken thus far.  I've spent all day and all night preparing a paper and my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/76213848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/76213848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/05/most-merciful-thing-in-world.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-76034823</id><published>2002-05-01T06:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-01T06:03:54.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The friendship that can cease has never been real." -- Saint JeromeI'm annoyed on several levels.  There's something wrong with my blog and I can't figure it out.  My archives are all screwed up and when I post, it doesn't seem to show up until a day or so later.  It's not a very high priority for me, just aggravating.  I'm annoyed because the Islanders lost Game 7 last night.  I won't bore </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/76034823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/76034823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/05/friendship-that-can-cease-has-never.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-75957207</id><published>2002-04-29T06:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-29T06:42:07.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Love conquers all things; let us too surrender to Love." -- VirgilI complain about my job a lot.  The hours suck, people gripe about the smallest things and the brass tends to be petty.  The best part however, is that I get to drive around NYC in the wee hours and am witness to things that some novelists couldn't even dream up.  This morning's observation was a rather destitute looking couple.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/75957207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/75957207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/04/love-conquers-all-things-let-us-too.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-75803680</id><published>2002-04-25T06:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-27T11:26:24.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"What I look forward to is continued immaturity followed by death." --- Dave BarryI have some fun friends.  Last night after class I spent the evening with two of my favorite people from school.  Eve and Cleve.  It just works out that way, sorry.  Each of  them is very smart and they are both very good writers, and I'm trying to figure out how is it they let me into their inner circle.  Most of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/75803680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/75803680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/04/what-i-look-forward-to-is-continued.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-75723030</id><published>2002-04-23T06:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-23T06:54:26.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"This morning, I woke up with this feeling I didn't know how to deal with, and so I just decided to myself I'd hide it to myself and never talk about it, and did not go and shout it when you walked into the room... So what am I so afraid of?" -- The Partridge FamilyIts her smile its her laugh its the way she breaths when she sleeps its the way she calls me honey its the way she rubs my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/75723030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/75723030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/04/this-morning-i-woke-up-with-this.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-75579343</id><published>2002-04-19T04:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-19T04:57:18.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I've always found paranoia to be a perfectly defensible position." -- Pat ConroyMy deepest sympathies to Nightskye and UIM for the losses of their grandmothers.  My grandmothers passed on years ago, my father's mother in 1967 on the day I was baptised.  I never knew her.  I've been told she loved me and was good and kind to all.  My mother's mother left us in 1979 due to a rare disease that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/75579343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/75579343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/04/ive-always-found-paranoia-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-75541360</id><published>2002-04-18T06:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-18T06:22:36.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet." -- AristotleI'm finding that I've less patience as I get older.  I frustrate more easily.  I've just noticed that the post I wrote for last Friday didn't make it up until just now.  So if you scroll down you'll see that I did in fact write more than twice last week.  I'm not writing much these days because I'm getting home later from work and I have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/75541360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/75541360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/04/patience-is-bitter-but-its-fruit-is.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-75319211</id><published>2002-04-12T05:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-12T05:00:32.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The loss which is unknown is no loss at all." -- Publilius SyrusIt's very frustrating when, during the week I don't have time to write yet, I may have something to say but on my days off when I have all night to write... I've got nothing interesting to write about.  I just spent the last two hours playing Grand Theft Auto III and have finally moved to the next level.  Friends of mine ask "The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/75319211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/75319211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/04/loss-which-is-unknown-is-no-loss-at.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-75280485</id><published>2002-04-11T05:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-11T05:45:43.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The word 'politics' is derived from the word 'poly', meaning 'many', and the word 'ticks', meaning 'blood sucking parasites'." -- Larry HardimanI was going to begin today wondering what Special Olympics practice might be like.  Putting on a helmet and running wind sprints..into a wall perhaps, a slap fight... with only one contestant... running in circles giggling like a madman, timed of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/75280485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/75280485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/04/word-politics-is-derived-from-word.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-75158897</id><published>2002-04-08T06:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-08T06:58:55.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"That's the difference between me and the rest of the world! Happiness isn't good enough for me! I demand euphoria!" -- CalvinThere are many things in this world that vex me.  Then again, I vex easily.  Currently the trouble comes from our society, I continue to see concern about the turmoil in the Middle East.  Our government is overly concerned with what Israel is doing to the Palestinians.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/75158897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/75158897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/04/thats-difference-between-me-and-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-75067708</id><published>2002-04-05T05:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-05T05:45:49.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"We think very little of time present; we anticipate the future, as being too slow, and with a view to hasten it onward, we recall the past to stay it as too swiftly gone. We are so thoughtless, that we thus wander through the hours which are not here, regardless only of the moment that is actually our own." -- Blaise PascalI'm I the only one who finds it ironic that we are desparately </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/75067708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/75067708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/04/we-think-very-little-of-time-present.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-11448545</id><published>2002-04-04T06:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-04T06:30:30.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The longer I live the more beautiful life becomes." -- Frank Lloyd Wright"Uhm, it looks like my friends are leaving, but I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner with me sometime?""Yeah, sounds great... I don't have a pen.""Oh, that's okay, I'll just put you right into my phone.""Ah, technology."I didn't even want to go out Friday night but Logi insisted.  After some dinner and some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/11448545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/11448545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/04/longer-i-live-more-beautiful-life.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-11339120</id><published>2002-04-01T06:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-01T06:10:47.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"O, how this spring of love resembleth the uncertain glory of an April day!" -- William ShakespeareOne day in and this week is already proving to be better than last, for me at least.  Between late work nights, midterms, holidays and computer failure I've not really been in front of my monitor for several days.  When I do come back I've found that tragedy has struck another in the clot.  I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/11339120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/11339120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/04/o-how-this-spring-of-love-resembleth.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-11207957</id><published>2002-03-28T06:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-28T06:29:21.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Where does the violet tint ends and the orange tint begins? Distinctly we see the difference of the colors, but where exactly does the one first blending enter into the other. So with sanity and insanity." -- Herman MelvilleIt's been a crazy week piggies.  Work has forced me to come home late nearly everyday... I had a mid-term... I forgot three birthdays -  My mother, my niece and my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/11207957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/11207957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/03/where-does-violet-tint-ends-and-orange.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-11095190</id><published>2002-03-25T07:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-25T07:05:05.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"As you grow older, you'll find the only things you regret are the things you didn't do." -- Zachary ScottIt is with deep regrets, piggies, that I can not bring you a complete blog today for the third day in a row.  Between computer failure, blogger failure and late nights at work I will be unable to bring you days 3 and 4 of my London trip.  I know, many of you will go about your day in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/11095190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/11095190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/03/as-you-grow-older-youll-find-only.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-10924702</id><published>2002-03-20T03:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-20T03:09:56.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The universe is made of stories, not atoms." -- Muriel RukeyserIf you travel anywhere make sure you try to find guide books by Dorling Kindersley.  These are amazingly detailed books that have pictures of everything from various paintings in museums to cross sections of buildings you may want to visit as well as maps and "Traveler Aids" and helpful hints.  Great books.  Often times they also </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/10924702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/10924702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/03/universe-is-made-of-stories-not-atoms.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-10892472</id><published>2002-03-19T06:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-19T06:21:24.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"If you are distressed by anything external, the pain is not due to the thing itself but to your own estimate of it; and this you have the power to revoke at any moment." -- Marcus Aurelius AntoninusI always try to keep my excitement level down prior to any travel.  This is because there are so many things that could go wrong thereby wasting all that time with undo excitement.  Sunday was quite</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/10892472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/10892472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/03/if-you-are-distressed-by-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-10852658</id><published>2002-03-18T04:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-18T04:37:15.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Patriotism is your conviction that this country is superior to all other countries because you were born in it." -- George Bernard ShawWell piggies, I have returned from across the pond unscathed.  I'm a bit knackered right now but I do have much to tell you.  I've learned much history, saw some ancient relics, been to scenes of famous murders and ate lousy food.  Dealt with weather that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/10852658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/10852658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/03/patriotism-is-your-conviction-that.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-10582613</id><published>2002-03-10T06:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-10T06:05:07.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"London Calling to the underworld come out of the cupboard ya boys and girls / London Calling now don't mix wit us phony Beatle mania has bitten the dust / London Calling..." -- The ClashThis is it piggies.  You'll be without me for a week.  I know, how will you get by?  I'm leaving this afternoon.  Here's some info for ya:  I'm leaving on American Airlines flight 100.  Good thing nothing bad's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/10582613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/10582613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/03/london-calling-to-underworld-come-out.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-10532254</id><published>2002-03-08T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-08T14:28:00.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The only way to keep your health is to eat what you don't want, drink what you don't like, and do what you'd rather not." -- Mark TwainI didn't want to do it piggies.  I had no intention on ever doing it.  I knew if I did it I may regret it later.  I now know I will never get anything done when need be, especially for school.I completely folded to the pressure.  Everyone around me had one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/10532254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/10532254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/03/only-way-to-keep-your-health-is-to-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-10485074</id><published>2002-03-07T06:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-07T06:23:26.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The man who goes alone can start today; but he who travels with another must wait till that other is ready." -- Henry David ThoreauI was prepared to get all righteous and scream "I told you so" and call everyone hypocrites because as I predicted about 5 months ago, I don't see any new flags hanging around or any new amounts of patriotism being displayed.  The flags that are in view have been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/10485074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/10485074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/03/man-who-goes-alone-can-start-today-but.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-10445728</id><published>2002-03-06T06:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-06T06:34:32.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The first thing I do in the morning is brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue." -- Oscar LevantI don't have time today piggies to get into the diatribe that I'm planning for later in the week.  But it has to do with one more aggravating thing about American media.  Several weeks ago most of the New York newspapers plastered all over the front page that we had swept one of the seemingly hundreds </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/10445728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/10445728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/03/first-thing-i-do-in-morning-is-brush.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-10403118</id><published>2002-03-05T06:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-05T06:39:50.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"We do not know, in most cases, how far social failure and success are due to heredity, and how far to environment. But environment is the easier of the two to improve." -- J. B. S. HaldaneI used to think of myself as a social hermit.  Sometimes I'd go out of my way just to not say hello to someone because I'm afraid they'll tell me all about their day or worse, their life of which I could not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/10403118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/10403118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/03/we-do-not-know-in-most-cases-how-far.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-10325639</id><published>2002-03-03T04:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-03T04:13:15.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"He who fights too long against dragons becomes a dragon himself; and if you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss will gaze into you." -- Friedrich NietzscheA) I won the lottery.  B) I got married.  C) I got punched in the face at a bar.One of those things, piggies, happened over the weekend.  You have ten seconds to think about it.It was an interesting weekend to say the least.  My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/10325639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/10325639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/03/he-who-fights-too-long-against-dragons.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-10257900</id><published>2002-03-01T04:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-01T04:31:29.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Beware the ides of March." -- William ShakespeareThe year is two months old already, and I'm not getting any younger.  The defining moments come when I see an attractive girl and I find myself consciously aware that she is too young for me.  Worse, she recognizes that as well.  I mentioned this at the turn of my birthday four months ago but it just keeps getting worse.  Other moments come when</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/10257900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/10257900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/03/beware-ides-of-march.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-10220595</id><published>2002-02-28T06:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-28T06:41:30.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Instead of getting married again, I'm going to find a woman I don't like and just give her a house." - Lewis Grizzard I tried to ignore it.  In fact, I thought it had gone away for a while, perhaps never to return.  I was even getting used to it's absence.  I was really beginning to enjoy it.  But, much to my chagrin, it has returned per immodicus, only this time it's angry.  I speak of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/10220595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/10220595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/02/instead-of-getting-married-again-im.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105343.post-10139797</id><published>2002-02-26T06:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-26T06:33:32.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"There is no salvation in becoming adapted to a world which is crazy." -- Henry MillerOften times people will gasp with awe when I tell them I can be found galavanting around New York City at 3am.  There have been isolated incidents:  a brick was thrown through the windshield of my truck during a riot that I unwittingly drove through.  I saw a guy get stabbed.  Some friends and I witnessed a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/10139797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2105343/posts/default/10139797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemorefunny.blogspot.com/2002/02/there-is-no-salvation-in-becoming.html' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08792153733483069153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
