<?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-16228674</id><updated>2012-02-04T14:02:15.656-05:00</updated><category term='health care'/><category term='health care costs'/><category term='good looks'/><category term='baby names'/><category term='wealth'/><category term='logic'/><category term='movies'/><category term='male butts'/><category term='senior citizens'/><title type='text'>cynical much?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-5256944621288941815</id><published>2012-02-04T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T14:02:15.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Incomplete Sentences</title><content type='html'>The other day, I heard the teacher apparently say to the class, as she wrote on the board, "I - will - write - incomplete - sentences."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was rather odd, until I looked up at the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will write in complete sentences."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-5256944621288941815?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-216257401948051822</id><published>2012-02-04T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T13:48:37.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who could have seen THAT coming?</title><content type='html'>Here's a dialog that occurred the other day at school.&amp;nbsp; Little girl raises her hand in the cafeteria and I called on her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl: "I'm six!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Really!&amp;nbsp; When did you turn six?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl: "On my birthday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-216257401948051822?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-8292067104159719391</id><published>2011-12-31T11:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T11:01:37.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitchcraft</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Bitchcraft &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="boldface"&gt;ich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;-kraft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;noun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A series of practices where a group of people, most often women, plot and execute evil actions against others, also typically women.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-8292067104159719391?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/8292067104159719391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=8292067104159719391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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talking to a passenger in the car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: The person with whom you're talking hands-free is much less likely to shout, "Watch out!!"&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-3462507876949961867?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/3462507876949961867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=3462507876949961867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/3462507876949961867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/3462507876949961867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2011/12/cell-phone-vs-talking-to-passenger.html' title='Cell Phone vs Talking to Passenger'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-659809135551344159</id><published>2011-04-20T05:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T05:52:01.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tying teacher salaries to student performance</title><content type='html'>Schools across the nation are considering tying teacher salaries to student performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't agree more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse a school performs, the more they should pay the teachers to motivate them to teach the kids better.&lt;br 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Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-3398966833161725958</id><published>2011-02-14T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T22:13:57.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He said whaaaa??</title><content type='html'>So today I totally forgot to wear red for valentine's day.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, a teacher had a red heart she gave me to put on my shirt.&amp;nbsp; So I walk into my kindergarten class and shortly after, a little girl came up to me and said, "Michael said you have a heart on."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, that was about ten hours ago and I'm still chuckling over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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What do you call men who barbecue when it's foggy outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0095243/"&gt;Grillers in the mist&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.  What do you call these men when they congregate among your group?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  Grillers in our midsts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-4451517841253600837?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/4451517841253600837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=4451517841253600837' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4451517841253600837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4451517841253600837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2010/10/really-dumb-riddles.html' title='really dumb riddles'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-5317245017294928107</id><published>2010-07-18T16:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T16:08:52.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a dumb pun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Q:  Where does Phil Collins record?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  In the stu-stu-studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-5317245017294928107?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/5317245017294928107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=5317245017294928107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/5317245017294928107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/5317245017294928107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2010/07/dumb-pun.html' title='a dumb pun'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-2344199195635298248</id><published>2010-07-09T20:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T20:02:47.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>uhhhh, whaa??</title><content type='html'>"What should I do with this suppository?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shove it up your ass!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-2344199195635298248?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/2344199195635298248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=2344199195635298248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/2344199195635298248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/2344199195635298248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2010/07/uhhhh-whaa.html' title='uhhhh, whaa??'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-8259496642720034759</id><published>2010-05-22T08:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T08:18:12.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Another Neither Brunette nor Redhead Joke</title><content type='html'>So this big important CEO of a very well known corporation receives an envelope marked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Confidential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To be opened only by the Addressee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  After reading the contents, he realizes that were this information to leak out, it could spell the end of the corporation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He puts the documents back in the confidential envelope and hand delivers it to his neither brunette nor redhead assistant and says, "Kandi, I want you to go to the copy room and shred this immediately!"  She darts off while he rushes to a board meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting, he approaches his assistant and asks, "Did you shred that item I gave you?" and she says, "I certainly did, Mr Bitterman!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wheeew," sighed the executive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But just in case you change your mind," the assistant begins, "I made a copy of the documents and put them in your bin in the mail room!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-8259496642720034759?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/8259496642720034759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=8259496642720034759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8259496642720034759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8259496642720034759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2010/05/still-another-neither-brunette-nor.html' title='Still Another Neither Brunette nor Redhead Joke'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-1700422036498783834</id><published>2010-02-02T07:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T07:43:58.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bigoted much?</title><content type='html'>If you are Hispanic, &lt;a href="http://criticalthinkingmasses.blogspot.com/2010/02/teen-preggars-rate-increase-due-to.html"&gt;do not read this post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-1700422036498783834?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/1700422036498783834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=1700422036498783834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1700422036498783834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1700422036498783834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2010/02/bigoted-much.html' title='bigoted much?'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-8723803555012263036</id><published>2009-11-21T19:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T19:48:49.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yet another non-brunette nor redhead joke</title><content type='html'>A neither brunette nor redhead complains to her friend: "I don't know why people think escalators are a time-saver.  It took me for&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; to get to the second floor."&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-8723803555012263036?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/8723803555012263036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=8723803555012263036' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8723803555012263036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8723803555012263036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/11/yet-another-non-brunette-nor-redhead.html' title='yet another non-brunette nor redhead joke'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-1793170974086958710</id><published>2009-10-24T07:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T07:27:24.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>huh??</title><content type='html'>Why is it a bad thing to text while driving, yet it's OK to bang an address into ones car's navigation system?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-1793170974086958710?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/1793170974086958710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=1793170974086958710' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1793170974086958710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1793170974086958710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/10/huh.html' title='huh??'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-8797858024022873954</id><published>2009-10-17T18:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T18:43:52.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>acts of God</title><content type='html'>My homeowners' insurance policy says it doesn't cover "acts of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if you're an atheist?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-8797858024022873954?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/8797858024022873954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=8797858024022873954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8797858024022873954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8797858024022873954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/10/acts-of-god.html' title='acts of God'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-4926084335402832119</id><published>2009-10-03T08:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T08:31:06.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a sad day</title><content type='html'>If you like little kids and puppies, then &lt;a href="http://life-in-the-triangle.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-be-patient-shall-we.html"&gt;don't read this article&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-4926084335402832119?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/4926084335402832119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=4926084335402832119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4926084335402832119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4926084335402832119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/10/sad-day.html' title='a sad day'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-1975115347711184408</id><published>2009-09-30T05:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:45:25.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a million years</title><content type='html'>"I wouldn't have guessed that in a million years!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often have you heard that as a response to a query you've posed?  Here's how I'm going to respond next time someone says that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, DUH!  It's not like you're gonna live to be a million years old!  Besides, after a million years, who's likely to remember the question??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-1975115347711184408?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/1975115347711184408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=1975115347711184408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1975115347711184408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1975115347711184408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/09/million-years.html' title='a million years'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-2976489733898936113</id><published>2009-09-30T04:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T05:02:32.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12 "for," 11 "against," teens abstain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Panel votes to restore abstinence education money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/09/29/AR2009092904003.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;The Associated Press&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, September 29, 2009; 11:31 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;WASHINGTON -- A Senate committee voted Tuesday night to restore $50 million a year in federal funding for abstinence-only education that President Barack Obama has pushed to eliminate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if there is anything good to come out of this, it's that the move will result in more taxpayers to help defray the $50M costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-2976489733898936113?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/2976489733898936113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=2976489733898936113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/2976489733898936113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/2976489733898936113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/09/panel-votes-to-restore-abstinence.html' title='12 &quot;for,&quot; 11 &quot;against,&quot; teens abstain'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-8480005409230732927</id><published>2009-09-13T13:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T13:13:26.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rest room?  I don't think so.</title><content type='html'>Please read my article, &lt;a href="http://sardonicynic.blogspot.com/2009/09/worst-mens-room-ive-ever-had-pleasure.html"&gt;Worst Men's Room I've ever had the Pleasure to Visit&lt;/a&gt;, for a firsthand look at what restaurants are passing off as a customer courtesy these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;" class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-8480005409230732927?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/8480005409230732927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=8480005409230732927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8480005409230732927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8480005409230732927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/09/rest-room-i-dont-think-so.html' title='rest room?  I don&apos;t think so.'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-3065261252003120135</id><published>2009-07-24T17:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T05:10:28.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more dating advice</title><content type='html'>Here's some dating advice from one of my single buddies, learned the hard way - once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After first meeting a new girl, under no circumstances, no matter how much it may seem to apply, are you to say, "That's cool!  Is that your stripper name?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deal killer, right there, let me tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-3065261252003120135?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/3065261252003120135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=3065261252003120135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/3065261252003120135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/3065261252003120135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-dating-advice.html' title='more dating advice'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-6606158652110907586</id><published>2009-07-11T07:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T07:41:20.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the new GM</title><content type='html'>"Good news, sweetie!" the mother began, "The all new, Gov't run General Motors will be trying to get younger buyers such as yourself into their nearest showrooms!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news, however, is that the nearest showroom will be 250 miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-6606158652110907586?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/6606158652110907586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=6606158652110907586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/6606158652110907586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/6606158652110907586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-gm.html' title='the new GM'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-6003896943031475232</id><published>2009-07-08T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:15:04.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>07/08/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sardonicynic.blogspot.com/2009/07/070809.html"&gt;Read here&lt;/a&gt; for a bit of insight into a rare phenomenon on the occasion of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;07/08/09&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-6003896943031475232?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/6003896943031475232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=6003896943031475232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/6003896943031475232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/6003896943031475232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/07/070809.html' title='07/08/09'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-8496453371015111961</id><published>2009-06-12T19:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T19:56:56.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>chass titty boner</title><content type='html'>Well, I see that &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0095106/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chastity Bono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has come up with &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/#hl=en&amp;amp;q=chastity+bono+sex+change"&gt;yet another ploy&lt;/a&gt; to piss off &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000333/"&gt;her mom.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-8496453371015111961?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/8496453371015111961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=8496453371015111961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8496453371015111961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8496453371015111961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/06/chass-titty-boner.html' title='chass titty boner'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-797599845230836588</id><published>2009-05-18T17:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:55:06.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stress</title><content type='html'>The doctor told me to take a deep breath and count to ten whenever I feel stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm up to 30,000 now and still don't feel any better.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-797599845230836588?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/797599845230836588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=797599845230836588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/797599845230836588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/797599845230836588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/05/stress.html' title='stress'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-37318600709882992</id><published>2009-05-15T05:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T05:22:05.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>american idle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sardonicynic.blogspot.com/2009/05/american-idle.html"&gt;Need I say more?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-37318600709882992?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/37318600709882992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=37318600709882992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/37318600709882992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/37318600709882992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/05/american-idle.html' title='american idle'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-2698499752460487990</id><published>2009-05-02T07:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T07:44:14.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"creative" baby names II</title><content type='html'>The other day a colleague presented me with the following riddle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and wife teamed up to come up with the following name for their darling little daughter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La - a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now take a moment or two and see if you can figure out how these parents intended this name to be pronounced, and also how this poor child will be ridiculed for the rest of her life because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not pronounced Leah, (Lay-uh, as in Princess Leia) nor is it La'a (Hawaiian for Law-ah.)  It's not supposed to be said like "laaaah" or anything else like that.  No, this angel got saddled with a name that is supposed to be pronounced - are you ready for this?  Ladasha.  Get it?  La "Dash" a.  I'd say that about 99% - no, make that 100% of the people she comes across will not know how to pronounce it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, by the way, is a true story.  You can't make stuff up like this.  If anyone could appreciate this post, it would be my friend &lt;a href="http://animalmind.blogspot.com/"&gt;M@&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two more of my posts about baby names:  &lt;a href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/02/pet-peeve-4.html"&gt;Post 1&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/08/creative-baby-names.html"&gt;Post2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-2698499752460487990?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/2698499752460487990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=2698499752460487990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/2698499752460487990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/2698499752460487990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/05/creative-baby-names-ii.html' title='&quot;creative&quot; baby names II'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-8442897126703076711</id><published>2009-05-02T06:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T07:45:47.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate tongue twisters</title><content type='html'>Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Peppers.&lt;br /&gt;How Many Pickled Peckers did Peter Piper Pick?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-8442897126703076711?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/8442897126703076711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=8442897126703076711' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8442897126703076711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8442897126703076711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate-tongue-twisters.html' title='I hate tongue twisters'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-6142759035620560185</id><published>2009-04-08T07:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T07:26:34.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sex, Ed?</title><content type='html'>Much has been said about parents who feel that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sex education should be done at home&lt;/span&gt; and not by the public school system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about this idea.  At thirteen, all kids are given a test of general understanding about sex, STDs,  and how babies are made.  Nothing complex, overly graphic, or beyond their comprehension - just knowledge any thirteen year old should have in order to keep themselves and others safe.  Then, if the kid doesn't get a passing grade, that kid's going to get sex-ed, no matter what the parents want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents say they want to be the ones who teach their children about sex - but then don't do it.  C'mon, people, either &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2005/09/permission.html"&gt;teach&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;your kids about sex, (assuming you have the resources to do so,) or allow the Education System in your state to educate them.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-6142759035620560185?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/6142759035620560185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=6142759035620560185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/6142759035620560185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/6142759035620560185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/04/sex-ed.html' title='sex, Ed?'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-6989381707233402908</id><published>2009-04-04T15:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:54:58.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah, that could be a problem</title><content type='html'>I have an uncle who has a really bad problem for which there may be no help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's addicted to twelve-step programs.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-6989381707233402908?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/6989381707233402908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=6989381707233402908' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/6989381707233402908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/6989381707233402908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeah-that-could-be-problem.html' title='yeah, that could be a problem'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-4163700402285040788</id><published>2009-03-29T18:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:56:48.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>be sure to look your best!</title><content type='html'>Take a look at &lt;a href="http://sardonicynic.blogspot.com/2009/03/job-interviews-and-tattoos.html"&gt;this quick post &lt;/a&gt;and the statement it makes about tattoos and job interviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-4163700402285040788?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/4163700402285040788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=4163700402285040788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4163700402285040788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4163700402285040788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/03/be-sure-to-look-your-best.html' title='be sure to look your best!'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-4951634388999396079</id><published>2009-03-21T09:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:17:32.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>those funny people in sheboygan</title><content type='html'>Here's an interesting post about one of my favorite topics, &lt;a href="http://criticalthinkingmasses.blogspot.com/2009/03/double-standard-in-sheboygan.html"&gt;The Double Standard.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-4951634388999396079?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/4951634388999396079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=4951634388999396079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4951634388999396079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4951634388999396079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/03/those-funny-people-in-sheboygan.html' title='those funny people in sheboygan'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-4122108688482642030</id><published>2009-03-12T18:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:55:55.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>threesome much?</title><content type='html'>A man approaches his wife and asks, "Honey, would you ever consider a threesome?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, "Sure!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really?" he asks, hardly believing his ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You bet!" she begins, "But I get to pick the other guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-4122108688482642030?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/4122108688482642030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=4122108688482642030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4122108688482642030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4122108688482642030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/03/threesome-much.html' title='threesome much?'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-1227982166852054261</id><published>2009-02-21T13:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T06:08:02.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>homosexuality is treatable</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;amp;safe=off&amp;amp;q=homosexuality+treatable&amp;amp;btnG=Search&amp;amp;aq=f&amp;amp;oq="&gt;homosexuality treatable&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sure!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are &lt;i style=""&gt;plenty&lt;/i&gt; of ways to treat homosexuals.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fun&lt;/u&gt; ways that can please both heterosexuals &lt;i style=""&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; homosexuals.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wanna know what they are?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wanna know several ways to treat homosexuals?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, for one, you could treat homosexuals with respect.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You could treat them with kindness, compassion, courtesy, and sympathy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You could treat them with dignity, honor, and doggone it, maybe even with civility.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So as I said, there are &lt;i style=""&gt;many ways&lt;/i&gt; we can treat homosexuals.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ya just gotta know how.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;UPDATE:  For more on this issue, &lt;a href="http://life-in-the-triangle.blogspot.com/2009/03/discrimination-by-amendment.html"&gt;read this post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-1227982166852054261?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/1227982166852054261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=1227982166852054261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1227982166852054261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1227982166852054261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/02/homosexuality-is-treatable.html' title='homosexuality is treatable'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-1799657131102778352</id><published>2009-02-08T12:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T12:56:55.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard at the coffee shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;"I'm all in favor of my school district spending more on ensuring qualified teachers are brought into high-poverty neighborhoods to teach low-income students - as long as my taxes don't go up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-1799657131102778352?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/1799657131102778352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=1799657131102778352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1799657131102778352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1799657131102778352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/02/heard-at-coffee-shop.html' title='Heard at the coffee shop'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-1029625141165132036</id><published>2009-02-04T17:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T17:12:29.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>toodle-oodle casserole</title><content type='html'>A kindergarten teacher asked her students what their favorite meal is.  There were the usual responses such as pizza and hot dogs, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she came to Lizzie, her answer was a bit odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and what is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;favorite food, Lizzie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"toodle-oodle casserole," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, Lizzie, but would you say that again please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"toodle-oodle casserole."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week, Lizzie's mother showed up for a teacher conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mrs Gordon, if you don't mind me asking, what is Lizzie's favorite food?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not at all!" the mother began, "Lizzie likes tuna noodle casserole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-1029625141165132036?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/1029625141165132036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=1029625141165132036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1029625141165132036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1029625141165132036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/02/toodle-oodle-casserole.html' title='toodle-oodle casserole'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-6484879931021368368</id><published>2009-01-31T06:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T06:20:50.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>looks like a cyclone hit it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From one of &lt;a href="http://1sttimeinvestor.blogspot.com/"&gt;my other blogs&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Riddle for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question&lt;/span&gt;:  What's the difference between a tornado and the U.S. Economy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Answer&lt;/span&gt;: One leaves a path of destruction as it brings down homes and takes away cars and other prized possessions and personal belongings and the other is a wind storm.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-6484879931021368368?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/6484879931021368368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=6484879931021368368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/6484879931021368368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/6484879931021368368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/01/looks-like-cyclone-hit-it.html' title='looks like a cyclone hit it'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-4487079727506784179</id><published>2009-01-30T13:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T13:10:24.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what do you get?</title><content type='html'>What do you get if you were to cross these dogs together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Schnauzer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spitz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beagle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Newfoundland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Poodle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna love this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schnitzel with Noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-4487079727506784179?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/4487079727506784179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=4487079727506784179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4487079727506784179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4487079727506784179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-do-you-get.html' title='what do you get?'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-841636019833434398</id><published>2009-01-28T22:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T07:57:35.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>eight is enough (actually, too many)</title><content type='html'>By now I suppose you've heard the story of the &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;amp;safe=off&amp;amp;q=houston+octuplets&amp;amp;btnG=Search&amp;amp;aq=f&amp;amp;oq="&gt;Houston mother who gave birth to octuplets&lt;/a&gt; this week.  According to one article, &lt;blockquote&gt;Details about how the octuplets were conceived have not been released, but doctors not involved in the delivery believe the mother was likely on fertility treatment.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I wonder why doctors thought it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;likely &lt;/span&gt;she was on babymaker pills.  It seems that whenever you hear stories about multiple births of four or more kids, Mom is on fertility meds.  I feel badly for couples who are having difficulty conceiving a child and then going from none to eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were 2 girls and 6 boys.  I'm just picturing these girls trying to get a date when they're older.  A 16 year old guy comes up to one, chats her up a bit, then asks her out.  She says OK, and he says, "do you have a sister for my buddy?"  Yeah - and she's my age.  "Oh, you're twins?"  No, she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly six boys, all appearing to be the exact same age, come around the corner and scare the guys away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about how boys eat?  Sure, the 2 girls will always be watching their weight - some things will never change - but I know boys who can put away two steaks at a single meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, I'm going to the store - do you need anything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, get three Ultra-Slim-Slows, twelve steaks, and whatever you want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out this mother &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;amp;q=eight+babies+six+already&amp;amp;btnG=Google+Search"&gt;already had six kids&lt;/a&gt; - and she's only 33 years old.  Fourteen kids.  I know some teachers who have less than that in their whole classroom.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-841636019833434398?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/841636019833434398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=841636019833434398' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/841636019833434398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/841636019833434398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/01/eight-is-enough-actually-too-many.html' title='eight is enough (actually, too many)'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-1300791635470375581</id><published>2009-01-15T06:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:24:20.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>history</title><content type='html'>True story:  A 4th grade teacher wants to gage her class's knowledge of history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who in this class can complete the following quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;One small step for man, one giant leap foooooooor ....."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl raises her hand and says, "Women?"&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-1300791635470375581?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/1300791635470375581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=1300791635470375581' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1300791635470375581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1300791635470375581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2009/01/history.html' title='history'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-8116375665179463972</id><published>2008-12-06T21:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:50:52.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cell phone users</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm watching television and a scene comes up where  a little girl about five is talking on a cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;It occurred to me that there are kids out there who  have never talked on a corded phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;"Mommy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;"Yes, honey?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;"What's this thing on this phone?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;"That's a cord.  Do you know what it's  for?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;"So that the phone won't get lost?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-8116375665179463972?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/8116375665179463972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=8116375665179463972' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8116375665179463972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8116375665179463972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/12/cell-phone-users.html' title='cell phone users'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-3719202971749666972</id><published>2008-11-24T18:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:49:57.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life's good</title><content type='html'>You know you're life is not that bad if you never find yourself having to say, "I have already put both our lives in danger just by talking to you."&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-3719202971749666972?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/3719202971749666972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=3719202971749666972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/3719202971749666972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/3719202971749666972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/11/lifes-good.html' title='life&apos;s good'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-5640986119662435940</id><published>2008-11-17T07:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T07:44:39.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>where have all the US automakers gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1sttimeinvestor.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-are-they-now.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for an article discussing the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bailout &lt;/span&gt;of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Three&lt;/span&gt; Automakers.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-5640986119662435940?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/5640986119662435940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=5640986119662435940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/5640986119662435940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/5640986119662435940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-have-all-us-automakers-gone.html' title='where have all the US automakers gone?'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-5734967888797562984</id><published>2008-11-14T06:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T07:26:33.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dumb joke about ED meds</title><content type='html'>"If you have an erection lasting longer than four girlfriends ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that's all.  No wait, &lt;a href="http://sardonicynic.blogspot.com/2008/07/erectile-dysfunction.html"&gt;there's more&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-5734967888797562984?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/5734967888797562984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=5734967888797562984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/5734967888797562984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/5734967888797562984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/11/dumb-joke-about-ed-meds.html' title='dumb joke about ED meds'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-6371138938527902518</id><published>2008-11-11T08:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:40:14.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Veteran's Day thought</title><content type='html'>Today is Veteran's day.  In my county in North Carolina, the libraries are closed, but the museums and liquor stores are open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm imagining all these drunks with overdue library books roaming the museums ...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-6371138938527902518?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/6371138938527902518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=6371138938527902518' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/6371138938527902518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/6371138938527902518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/11/veterans-day-thought.html' title='Veteran&apos;s Day thought'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-2060740695764931596</id><published>2008-11-10T06:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T06:45:48.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lobotomy</title><content type='html'>"I'd rather be a deadbeat dad than a dad beat dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - Author unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-2060740695764931596?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/2060740695764931596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=2060740695764931596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/2060740695764931596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/2060740695764931596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/11/lobotomy.html' title='lobotomy'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-7608595368061417011</id><published>2008-11-02T08:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:31:05.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how'd you spend YOUR hour?</title><content type='html'>Here's an article called &lt;a href="http://sardonicynic.blogspot.com/2008/11/extra-hour-of-sleep-my-left-butt-cheek.html"&gt;Extra Hour of Sleep My Left Butt Cheek!&lt;/a&gt;  regarding the change from Daylight Savings Time.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-7608595368061417011?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/7608595368061417011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=7608595368061417011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/7608595368061417011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/7608595368061417011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/11/howd-you-spend-your-hour.html' title='how&apos;d you spend YOUR hour?'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-971226623378862662</id><published>2008-10-05T06:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T05:48:14.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty please with a cherry on top?</title><content type='html'>What do NASCAR, wool, rum, and &lt;a href="http://1sttimeinvestor.blogspot.com/2008/10/wooden-arrows-for-children.html"&gt;wooden arrows for children&lt;/a&gt; have in common?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all part of a "Pretty Please with a Cherry on Top" plea to &lt;a href="http://www.newsobserver.com/front/story/1243537.html"&gt;Congress to pass the bailout&lt;/a&gt;, er, I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rescue Plan&lt;/span&gt; for Wall Street.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-971226623378862662?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/971226623378862662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=971226623378862662' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/971226623378862662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/971226623378862662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/10/pretty-please-with-cherry-on-top.html' title='pretty please with a cherry on top?'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-4255976334462023024</id><published>2008-10-04T05:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T05:06:55.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>half empty or half full?</title><content type='html'>Doesn't matter.  If we're talking rum - I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-4255976334462023024?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/4255976334462023024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=4255976334462023024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4255976334462023024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4255976334462023024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/10/half-empty-or-half-full.html' title='half empty or half full?'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-4743514552161525389</id><published>2008-10-03T05:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T06:10:35.588-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logic'/><title type='text'>pet peeve #5</title><content type='html'>... is people who use the word 'promise' instead of the word 'swear.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, "I'm telling ya, this woman was seven feet tall.  I promise!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or "Promise me you didn't sell the car without telling me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Promise' always implies something that may happen in the future, not something that may have happened in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Swear' can mean to declare or avow a present or past event or statement to be factual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The abuse of this word has had me peeved for quite some time, I promise ya.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-4743514552161525389?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/4743514552161525389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=4743514552161525389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4743514552161525389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4743514552161525389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/10/pet-peeve-5.html' title='pet peeve #5'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-3614356449231937963</id><published>2008-09-23T06:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T06:13:33.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wham</title><content type='html'>I see &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;amp;q=george+michael+arrested+drugs&amp;amp;btnG=Search"&gt;George Michael is in the news again&lt;/a&gt;.  If he keeps this up, the Wham! he'll be hearing will be  the sound of prison bars behind him.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-3614356449231937963?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/3614356449231937963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=3614356449231937963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/3614356449231937963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/3614356449231937963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/09/wham.html' title='wham'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-2231083104187082284</id><published>2008-09-19T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:19:07.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>angry much?</title><content type='html'>View &lt;a href="http://criticalthinkingmasses.blogspot.com/2008/09/angry-much.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; for a perspective on anger.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-2231083104187082284?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/2231083104187082284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=2231083104187082284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/2231083104187082284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/2231083104187082284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/09/angry-much.html' title='angry much?'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-8924544295435628866</id><published>2008-09-14T09:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T06:02:53.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>like I said ...</title><content type='html'>Q:  What do the following words have in common?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;like&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;goes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;all&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: They all mean "said" depending on which decade the speaker is in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The '50s - He said, 'Will you go out with me?' and she said, 'No!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The '60s - He's like, 'Will you go out with me?' and she's like, 'No!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The '70s - He goes, 'Will you go out with me?' and she goes, 'No!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The '80s - He's there, 'Will you go out with me?' and she's there, 'No!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The '90s - He's all, 'Will you go out with me?' and she's all, 'No!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do they say in the '00s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe "He goes all there like, 'Will you go out with ...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-8924544295435628866?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/8924544295435628866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=8924544295435628866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8924544295435628866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8924544295435628866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/09/like-i-said.html' title='like I said ...'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-4669329112029422142</id><published>2008-09-13T06:49:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T07:02:11.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cyb</title><content type='html'>If there's one valuable lesson I've learned over the years, it's CYB.  That's right, CYB.  CYB has helped me through many a disagreement with my boss, my wife and other relatives, and even with friends and other acquaintances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure that without CYB, I would not be in the better place I am now.  CYB has kept me from getting into heated arguments I'd probably lose, from probably losing my job, my family, my home, my friends, and who knows whatever else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would recommend CYB to anyone.  There is not a soul on this earth who could not benefit from CYB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, CYB.  I'm a big supporter.  CYB.  "Choose Your Battles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look into CYB - I encourage you.  It will change your life.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-4669329112029422142?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/4669329112029422142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=4669329112029422142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4669329112029422142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4669329112029422142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/09/cyb.html' title='cyb'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-4128375892206468318</id><published>2008-09-04T06:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T06:25:35.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tender ears</title><content type='html'>After reading &lt;a href="http://allinfredshead.blogspot.com/2008/08/creative-expletives.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; from one of &lt;a href="http://allinfredshead.blogspot.com/"&gt;my fave bloggers&lt;/a&gt; regarding creative expletives, it reminds me of an aunt who was blessed with the ability to break out into song immediately after uttering the first word of an outburst in order to recover before offending "tender ears."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping a frying pan on her foot: "GOD ... bless America!  Land that I looooove ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or after finding a favored vase broken in her living room, (don't ask about that one,) "JESUS ... loves the little chill-DREN ..."&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-4128375892206468318?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/4128375892206468318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=4128375892206468318' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4128375892206468318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4128375892206468318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/09/tender-ears.html' title='tender ears'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-4316363697837139697</id><published>2008-08-17T06:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T07:11:19.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a retard</title><content type='html'>Living in the South can be amusing sometimes, specially when trying to translate the southern dialect into "Nawthun" speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I had a conversation with a gentleman I'd never met before.  After talking for a while, I asked him what he does for a living.  His answer kinda threw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah'm retard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Scuse me??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again he repeated, "Ah'm retard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for a little clarification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Ah worked for the Post Office for 30 years, and Ah retard two years ago.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he retired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I love the South.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-4316363697837139697?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/4316363697837139697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=4316363697837139697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4316363697837139697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4316363697837139697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-retard.html' title='I&apos;m a retard'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-5134671221997921226</id><published>2008-08-10T07:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T07:15:01.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dog breeds</title><content type='html'>Q.  What do you get if you mix a Cocker Spaniel with a Maltese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  A Cock-Tese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-5134671221997921226?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/5134671221997921226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=5134671221997921226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/5134671221997921226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/5134671221997921226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/08/dog-breeds.html' title='dog breeds'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-5664788702270072432</id><published>2008-08-02T13:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T13:19:20.905-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby names'/><title type='text'>"creative" baby names</title><content type='html'>For those of you who missed my post about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ridiculous baby names&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/02/pet-peeve-4.html"&gt;here it is&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that subject, a woman of my acquaintance announced she was pregnant.  I told her I hope she wasn't going to saddle her kid with a name he'd regret later in life.  Or worse, some "creative" spelling of a standard name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "No problem.  We're naming him Ian.  Not much you could do with that one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be so sure.  With that as a challenge, I came up with the following off the wall and quite cruel spellings of their yet to be born son Ian:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ejan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;E. N.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yan   (Y like Spanish 'and.')&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ijn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ee'Yan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eaghan  (GH is silent.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents, if you're trying to come up with creative spellings of common names intending to help make your kid stand out and be unique, don't.  By middle school he or she would rather just fit in.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-5664788702270072432?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/5664788702270072432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=5664788702270072432' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/5664788702270072432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/5664788702270072432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/08/creative-baby-names.html' title='&quot;creative&quot; baby names'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-3407692297573937650</id><published>2008-07-29T17:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T06:29:55.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rocks</title><content type='html'>"Which looks better?  One - or Two?  One - or Two?" asked the optometrist as he held two engagement rings before his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-3407692297573937650?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/3407692297573937650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=3407692297573937650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/3407692297573937650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/3407692297573937650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/07/rocks.html' title='rocks'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-3571541724669789356</id><published>2008-07-24T05:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T05:15:39.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pearls of wisdom</title><content type='html'>I wonder what the gates are made of in oyster heaven.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-3571541724669789356?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/3571541724669789356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=3571541724669789356' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/3571541724669789356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/3571541724669789356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/07/pearls-of-wisdom.html' title='pearls of wisdom'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-2032635356596082363</id><published>2008-07-20T08:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T08:57:20.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cyberbullying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://criticalthinkingmasses.blogspot.com/2008/07/cyberbullying.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for a perspective on the latest new fad, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cyberbullying&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-2032635356596082363?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/2032635356596082363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=2032635356596082363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/2032635356596082363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/2032635356596082363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/07/cyberbullying.html' title='cyberbullying'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-3629656115070720038</id><published>2008-06-24T03:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T03:51:19.493-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logic'/><title type='text'>do you hate your drivers license photo?</title><content type='html'>If you're like me, you would rather stick a pen in your eye than to show anyone your drivers license photo.  I don't know a single person who's ever said, "I actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like &lt;/span&gt;the picture on my drivers license.  It really brings out my best features."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A colleague of mine has a spouse who works at the DMV.  I asked her to ask him why the photo always looks so lousy.  Here's what he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget that the photo is meant to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;identify&lt;/span&gt;, not to flatter a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At our local DMV office, the single lamp they have to light my face is to the left, and slightly above my line of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much at the same angle as the flashlight the cop would be using were he to pull me over at night.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-3629656115070720038?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/3629656115070720038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=3629656115070720038' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/3629656115070720038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/3629656115070720038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-you-hate-your-drivers-license-photo.html' title='do you hate your drivers license photo?'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-8245224031071503814</id><published>2008-06-17T05:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T05:23:16.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gay brains like women's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?num=50&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;safe=off&amp;amp;q=gay+brains+like+women&amp;amp;btnG=Search"&gt;New reports&lt;/a&gt; suggest that the brains of gay men show similarities to those of women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear it now on the playground:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Johnny!  You think like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-8245224031071503814?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/8245224031071503814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=8245224031071503814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8245224031071503814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8245224031071503814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/06/gay-brains-like-womens.html' title='gay brains like women&apos;s'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-8014371476472586062</id><published>2008-06-15T07:30:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T08:12:12.171-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wealth'/><title type='text'>just go get a better car</title><content type='html'>In Sept of 2005, &lt;a href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2005/09/modern-cars.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2005/09/gas.html"&gt;I wrote&lt;/a&gt;, (sarcastically, of course,) "So, gas is three dollars a gallon in the US. Of course, Europeans have been paying the equivalent of over five dollars a gallon for years, but everything's closer together in Europe, so it really doesn't matter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, gas is over $4 a gallon in the US, and climbing.  I read that gas is about $8.67 in France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in Sept, 2005, &lt;a href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2005/09/modern-cars.html"&gt;I wrote&lt;/a&gt;, more seriously, "When today's cars become prohibitively expensive to repair in ten years, what will people of 'lesser means' drive?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm hearing more and more stories about people not being able to afford the gas to drive to work and back.  Let's say your car gets 30 MPG and you live 30 miles from work.  In Sept '05, when gas was $3 a gallon, it cost you about $120 a month to commute to work.  Today it would cost you about $160 a month, or $40 more.  Are you getting at least $40 per month more than you did in '05?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now consider a single mom who also drives 30 miles to work, but she drives an old clunker that gets 15 MPG.  In '05 it cost her $240 a month, and now it costs her $320 - eighty dollars a month more.  Let's just hope her boss gave her a big raise recently to help her cover her transportation costs.  (By the way, in Sept '04 it cost her about $86.50 a month for gas.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the mom to do?  Well, she can find a job closer to home.  Or she can move her family closer to her work.  Or she can trade her old clunker in for a more cost-effective hybrid car that gets 50 MPG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or CAN she?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-8014371476472586062?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/8014371476472586062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=8014371476472586062' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8014371476472586062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8014371476472586062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-go-get-better-car.html' title='just go get a better car'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-1366733524734745708</id><published>2008-06-15T07:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T07:28:25.852-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health care costs'/><title type='text'>low credit score?  bring a book</title><content type='html'>Did you hear that now they'll be checking your credit score as you walk into the emergency room to determine your ability to pay for services?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Mrs Johnson!  Please have a seat in the waiting room on the left!  The doctor will be with you shortly!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK, Mr Lewis.  Take a seat in the waiting room on your right.  We'll call your name as soon as a doctor becomes available."&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-1366733524734745708?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/1366733524734745708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=1366733524734745708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1366733524734745708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1366733524734745708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/06/low-credit-score-bring-book.html' title='low credit score?  bring a book'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-7761227860730177847</id><published>2008-06-08T17:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T17:52:25.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>remember the drive-in movies?</title><content type='html'>Over the Memorial Day weekend, my wife and I went to the drive-in movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out our experience &lt;a href="http://life-in-the-triangle.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-you-remember-old-days-when-youd-take.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-7761227860730177847?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/7761227860730177847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=7761227860730177847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/7761227860730177847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/7761227860730177847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/06/remember-drive-in-movies.html' title='remember the drive-in movies?'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-1123258580838032271</id><published>2008-06-08T17:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T17:49:37.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jessie's girl</title><content type='html'>So I'm listening to Rick Springfield's song, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jessie's Girl&lt;/span&gt;, and I come across these lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;    Where can I find a woman like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;    And I'm lookin' in the mirror all the time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;    Wondering what she don't see in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it occurs to me, "Rick, maybe she might see more in you if you weren't always lookin' in the mirror all the time."&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-1123258580838032271?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/1123258580838032271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=1123258580838032271' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1123258580838032271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1123258580838032271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/06/jessies-girl.html' title='jessie&apos;s girl'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-4396193751108921055</id><published>2008-05-18T21:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T05:16:22.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>moronic toilet seatcovers</title><content type='html'>If you've read my post about &lt;a href="http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/04/ladies-in-men-out.html"&gt;mysterious men's room doors&lt;/a&gt; or the one about &lt;a href="http://sardonicynic.blogspot.com/2006/10/crunk.html"&gt;toilet seat noises from the ladies' room,&lt;/a&gt; you may believe I'm hung up on the commode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, but that's not the point.  Do you know one thing I hate?  I hate those fuzzy toilet lid covers women put on their toilets.  (How do I know men don't put them on their toilet lids?  Trust me, they don't.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I'm at a friend's house and I gotta take a whizz.  I ask the guy's wife where the room is, and after walking in, I see she's installed the dreaded fuzzy lid.  The problem with these stupid covers is that when a guy lifts the seat to do his business, the seat balances precariously straight up and down, usually leaning EVER so slightly "down," because the seat and lid rest away from the tank due to the puffy fabric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have a choice.  I can either hold the seat up with my "free" hand, (I don't know how you tall guys do it,) or take my chances and hope the damn seat doesn't fall midstream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell that the designers of modern commodes were men who did not plan for a lid that would not rest other than just south of TDC* and that the designers of fuzzy lid covers were women who could never use the toilet with the seat up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Top Dead Center for women unfamiliar with car terminology&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-4396193751108921055?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/4396193751108921055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=4396193751108921055' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4396193751108921055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4396193751108921055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/05/moronic-toilet-seatcovers.html' title='moronic toilet seatcovers'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-2045484909812919041</id><published>2008-05-09T19:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T19:18:16.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ripoff times two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sardonicynic.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-year-my-dad-had-his-car-stolen.html"&gt;Read here&lt;/a&gt; about paying storage fees for a recovered stolen car.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-2045484909812919041?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/2045484909812919041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=2045484909812919041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/2045484909812919041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/2045484909812919041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/05/ripoff-times-two.html' title='ripoff times two'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-3644926727612327057</id><published>2008-05-01T18:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T18:47:39.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>women never win</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://criticalthinkingmasses.blogspot.com/2008/05/abused-afghan-women-go-to-jail.html"&gt;Things like this&lt;/a&gt; really piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-3644926727612327057?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/3644926727612327057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=3644926727612327057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/3644926727612327057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/3644926727612327057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/05/women-never-win.html' title='women never win'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-9114137932696634792</id><published>2008-04-15T16:16:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T16:28:51.644-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health care costs'/><title type='text'>increasing prescription copayments</title><content type='html'>From our local newspaper, &lt;a href="http://www.newsobserver.com/news/health_science/story/1036257.html"&gt;this story&lt;/a&gt; about increasing prescription copayments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Insurers jack up drug co-pays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;Gina Kolata, The New York Times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Health insurance companies are rapidly adopting a new pricing system for very expensive drugs, asking patients to pay hundreds and even thousands of dollars for prescriptions for medications that may save their lives or slow the progress of serious diseases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the new pricing system, insurers abandoned the traditional arrangement that has patients pay a fixed amount, such as $10, $20 or $30 for a prescription, no matter what the drug's actual cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, they are charging patients a percentage of the cost of certain high-priced drugs, usually 20 percent to 33 percent, which can amount to thousands of dollars a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The system means that the burden of expensive health care is no longer a problem only for people who have no insurance.  Instead, the new pricing system can mean that even insured people may not be able to afford the treatments they require.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows how many patients are affected, but hundreds of drugs are priced this new way.  They are used to treat diseases that are not uncommon, including multiple sclerosis, rheumatoid arthritis, hemophilia, hepatitis C and some cancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no cheaper equivalents for these drugs, so patients say they are forced to pay the price or do without.  Insurers say the new system keeps everyone's premiums down at a time when some of the most innovative and promising new treatments for conditions such as cancer and rheumatoid arthritis and multiple sclerosis can cost $100,000 and more a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the result is that patients may have to spend more for a drug than they pay for their mortgages, more, in some cases, than their monthly incomes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now instead of going to the pharmacy for a refill to treat your aunt's lung cancer and paying a flat rate of $30 for a month's worth of pills, poor Aunt Sally may now have to cough up a thousand bucks or more.  Well, guess what.  Aunt Sally doesn't happen to have twelve grand a year lying around to spend on meds, so she's gonna do the next best thing - hit upon her family for assistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a scenario like this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister:  "Hey, bro, how's the new job going?  Wanna contribute to the costs of Dad's MS medication?"&lt;br /&gt;Brother:  "Sure, Sis, I can kick in a few bucks.  How much is it?"&lt;br /&gt;Sister:  "Three thousand dollars a month."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how 'bout this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, to son: "But you have to go to school, honey.  Don't you want to grow up to be rich so you can help pay for Grandma's hemophilia prescriptions?  We all have to do our part."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, one more, then I'm done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insurance Company: "Good news, Mr Jones.  We've tapped your home equity, your pension and IRAs, and all your life's savings to pay for your wife's rheumatoid arthritis meds.  You now qualify for free prescriptions because you're below the poverty level."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've come around full circle regarding the results of many individuals' acquiring certain illnesses: You get sick, and then soon after, you die.  Only now it's not for want of treatment, but for the inability to pay the portion of what your "insurance" will now no longer cover.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-9114137932696634792?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/9114137932696634792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=9114137932696634792' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/9114137932696634792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/9114137932696634792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/04/increasing-prescription-copayments.html' title='increasing prescription copayments'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-1966347720280841775</id><published>2008-02-26T16:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T16:23:11.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappearing From the Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Many of you, (well, both of you actually,) have asked where I've been lately, and I've alluded to a mysterious project I've been working on that's consumed all my resources.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Make no mistake - I did start a project, and my wife would tell you that I live, eat, and breathe nothing outside the pursuit of this interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Though this endeavor helps fulfill a lifelong dream of mine, some may find it childish or trivial, and hardly a reason to drop out of life's finer pleasures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I offer neither argument nor excuse.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So have I stopped writing?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Far from it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, since November I've written over 400 small posts, (about four a day,) as well as having initiated over a dozen new threads to a forum devoted to those who share interest in this venture.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Will I ever resume writing my blogs and visiting those of my readers again?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, for those interested, &lt;a href="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh82/sarcasticynic/My%20Vette/snovette07.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; are &lt;a href="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh82/sarcasticynic/My%20Vette/snovette12.jpg"&gt;photos&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://s254.photobucket.com/albums/hh82/sarcasticynic/My%20Vette/"&gt;my new passion&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let the criticism begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-1966347720280841775?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/1966347720280841775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=1966347720280841775' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1966347720280841775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1966347720280841775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2008/02/disappearing-from-face.html' title='Disappearing From the Face'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-1989772986546761112</id><published>2007-12-02T05:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T07:18:02.283-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logic'/><title type='text'>rsvp</title><content type='html'>A young boy is trailing his parents at the mall.  He peers into the Victoria Secret display and sees the letters R.S.V.P. on the back of &lt;a href="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/commerce/application/prodDisplay/?namespace=productDisplay&amp;amp;origin=onlineProductDisplay.jsp&amp;amp;event=display&amp;amp;prnbr=3G-210882&amp;amp;cgname=OSKEYPTYZZZ&amp;amp;rfnbr=3650"&gt;a particular garment&lt;/a&gt; of intimate apparel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asks, "Mom, what does rsvp spell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mom responds, "RSVP is a way to tell someone who has invited you to a party that you're coming."&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-1989772986546761112?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/1989772986546761112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=1989772986546761112' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1989772986546761112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1989772986546761112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/12/rsvp.html' title='rsvp'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-4256724780673582425</id><published>2007-10-17T06:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T06:26:07.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pod people</title><content type='html'>A teacher confounded her students one day by referring to a couple of them as "two peas in a pod."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She helped explain this quaint old expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's like two MP3s in an iPod."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOW we get it . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-4256724780673582425?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/4256724780673582425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=4256724780673582425' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4256724780673582425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4256724780673582425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/10/pod-people.html' title='pod people'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-8484541356222523662</id><published>2007-09-23T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T15:57:39.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>deadly dowries</title><content type='html'>For a horrific view on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;abuses of women&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt; regarding &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dowries&lt;/span&gt;, check out &lt;a href="http://criticalthinkingmasses.blogspot.com/2007/09/further-abuses-against-women.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;.  It's truly an eye opener.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-8484541356222523662?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/8484541356222523662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=8484541356222523662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8484541356222523662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8484541356222523662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/09/deadly-dowries.html' title='deadly dowries'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-5592971742158928557</id><published>2007-09-16T07:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T07:41:48.691-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logic'/><title type='text'>privacy much?</title><content type='html'>This Sunday's &lt;a href="http://www.parade.com"&gt;Parade Magazine&lt;/a&gt; has an &lt;a href="http://www.parade.com/articles/editions/2007/edition_09-16-2007/APrivacy"&gt;article about privacy&lt;/a&gt;.  One fallacy I often hear about the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lack of privacy&lt;/span&gt; people feel these days is, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to worry about.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could be further from the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If nothing else, non-hiders should worry about how they are going to ensure that all the data building up on them remains factual.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-5592971742158928557?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/5592971742158928557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=5592971742158928557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/5592971742158928557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/5592971742158928557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/09/privacy-much.html' title='privacy much?'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-8769635545905924980</id><published>2007-09-05T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T23:16:12.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, boy ...</title><content type='html'>So.  You had a little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baby boy&lt;/span&gt;, huh?  Good for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snips and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails.  Ninja Turtles, footballs, prom tuxedos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A greater risk that your future grandchildren will be plucked from the clutch of your loving arms and taken away from you - possibly for much of their young lives - than if you had had a baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face it, not all marriages survive.  I hope your son is among the exceptions, but some mothers' sons will face divorce - it's an unavoidable possibility.  And as most children of divorce go with the mother, there's a probability that that mother may not feel comfortable bringing the grandkids over to see her ex-in-laws for visits like she once did.  Certainly not as much as HER parents will see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a boy - possibly lose the grandkids.  Have a girl - probably keep the grandkids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moms, teach your boys to treat girls nice.  You have a vested interest in keeping his family together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FURTHER THOUGHTS (09/08/07)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the grandkids reach 18, who do you think they're going to visit?  Their biological dad's folks?  Or the ones they might consider their "real" grandparents - their moms' and step-dads' parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, they sent me cards and photos and stuff, but C'mon!  I haven't seen them since I was like, what, FOUR?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandparents, hug your sons' kids tightly next time you see them.  There's a coin-flip of a demon out there who wants to take them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you're at it, hug your daughter's kids closely, too.  Specially if you're squeezing for four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-8769635545905924980?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/8769635545905924980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=8769635545905924980' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8769635545905924980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8769635545905924980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-boy.html' title='oh, boy ...'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-8861309622246749635</id><published>2007-08-25T06:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T06:53:23.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it could happen to anyone</title><content type='html'>A man, provocatively dressed in his wife's lingerie, eyes himself up and down in a full length mirror behind closed doors in his bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he is crestfallen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is wrong," he mutters to himself, downheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think the bow goes in the BACK ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-8861309622246749635?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/8861309622246749635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=8861309622246749635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8861309622246749635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8861309622246749635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-could-happen-to-anyone.html' title='it could happen to anyone'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-5599355571689561612</id><published>2007-08-17T05:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T05:43:36.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerf</title><content type='html'>A young teen received a Nerf football from his parents as a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What IS this??" he asked quizzically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a Nerf Ball," his dad explained, "It was all the rage when I was a kid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, the boy published a post about the gift on his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of the entry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sponge Ball, Square Parents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-5599355571689561612?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/5599355571689561612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=5599355571689561612' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/5599355571689561612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/5599355571689561612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/08/nerf.html' title='Nerf'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-6823805233225459426</id><published>2007-08-16T05:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T05:45:48.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>airport screeners look for deception</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They're watching you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="by-line"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="author"&gt;Kaitlin Dirrig&lt;/span&gt;, McClatchy Newspapers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;  WASHINGTON -    &lt;a href="http://www.newsobserver.com/print/thursday/front/story/672210.html"&gt;Next time you go to the airport&lt;/a&gt;, there may be more eyes on you than you notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Specially trained security personnel are watching body language and facial cues of passengers for signs of bad intentions. The watcher could be the attendant who hands you the tray for your laptop or the one standing behind the ticket-checker. Or the one next to the curbside baggage attendant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;At the heart of the new screening system is a theory that when people try to conceal their emotions, they reveal their feelings in flashes that Ekman, a pioneer in the field, calls "micro-expressions." Fear and disgust are the key ones, he said, because they're associated with deception.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me get this straight.  Signs of fear and disgust in today's airline travelers are what triggers closer scrutiny??&lt;/p&gt;Exactly who would that eliminate?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-6823805233225459426?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/6823805233225459426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=6823805233225459426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/6823805233225459426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/6823805233225459426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/08/airport-screeners-look-for-deception.html' title='airport screeners look for deception'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-6729019952006165195</id><published>2007-08-01T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T05:07:43.888-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logic'/><title type='text'>resumé "interests"</title><content type='html'>Take a look at your resumé.  Do you have a section for "interests?"  If so, what do you have there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have something like needlework, you may worry about not getting offers for jobs requiring, I don't know, movement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about sports?  Did you list baseball?  Soccer?  Tennis?  Listing such activities can prove to a potential employer that you are not afraid of activity.  After all, if you play a sport, you can show you're a team player, may perform under pressure, and may not fold when the going gets rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may also be telling them that you're a liability.  People who participate in sports can get injured.  Injured personnel take time off of work.  Sometimes six weeks or more.  An employer has an interest in hiring someone who's not likely to suddenly need a month and a half off, specially from something totally unrelated to their work responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time you decide to boast about your athletic ventures on your resumé, consider that it may not be though of as a virtue by some employers.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-6729019952006165195?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/6729019952006165195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=6729019952006165195' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/6729019952006165195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/6729019952006165195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/08/resume-interests.html' title='resumé &quot;interests&quot;'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-7730831284066908063</id><published>2007-07-20T05:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T07:59:31.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hey buddy, got a light?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Report: Plane lighter ban to be lifted  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Associated Press&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YORK - &lt;a href="http://www.newsobserver.com/1573/story/643521.html"&gt;Airline passengers&lt;/a&gt; will be able to bring many types of cigarette lighters on board again starting next month after authorities found that a ban on the devices did little to make flying safer, a newspaper reported Friday.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting Aug. 4, air travelers will be allowed to carry on disposable butane lighters, such as Bics, and refillable lighters, including Zippos, according to The New York Times. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Security screeners collect an average of 22,000 lighters a day, and it costs about $4 million a year to dispose of them, The Times reported.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four million bucks a year to keep Americans safe from terrorism caused by Zippos.  Now if they'd only ban strong perfume.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-7730831284066908063?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/7730831284066908063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=7730831284066908063' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/7730831284066908063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/7730831284066908063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey-buddy-got-light.html' title='hey buddy, got a light?'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-7262138234972208552</id><published>2007-07-19T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T19:23:15.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dude, where's my car?</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="headline"&gt;Everybody's a Winner in Car Promotion&lt;/h1&gt;                                                       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="dateline"&gt;ROSWELL, N.M. — &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wral.com/news/strange/story/1613187/"&gt;Everyone's a winner&lt;/a&gt; after a direct-mail marketing company hired by a local car dealership mistakenly sent out 50,000 scratch-off tickets to residents - all of them declaring the ticket-holder the $1,000 grand prize winner. Just one of the tickets was supposed to be the grand prize winner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;In a statement, Force Events apologized "for any inconvenience this may has caused car shoppers in the Roswell market" and asked that any questions and concerns be directed to the company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah, I've got a question - Where's my car??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-7262138234972208552?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/7262138234972208552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=7262138234972208552' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/7262138234972208552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/7262138234972208552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/07/dude-wheres-my-car.html' title='dude, where&apos;s my car?'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-4166392394884718715</id><published>2007-07-04T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T21:26:29.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no wonder she left you</title><content type='html'>She's Gone Oh I, Oh I'd&lt;br /&gt;better learn how to face it&lt;br /&gt;She's Gone Oh I, Oh I'd&lt;br /&gt;pay the devil to replace her&lt;br /&gt;She's Gone - what went wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing you recognize those lyrics as the chorus from the '80s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daryl Hall &amp; John Oates&lt;/span&gt; hit, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She's Gone&lt;/span&gt;," presumably about a love lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to offer that the answer to the question in the last line of the chorus, "What went wrong?" may be found in the second to the last line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps she didn't want to stick around with a guy who's so quick to want a replacement.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-4166392394884718715?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/4166392394884718715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=4166392394884718715' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4166392394884718715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4166392394884718715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-wonder-she-left-you.html' title='no wonder she left you'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-2184665480075273406</id><published>2007-06-28T06:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T06:48:43.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>garden woes</title><content type='html'>My aunt is not a very good gardener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She once tried to grow Forget-me-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nots&lt;/span&gt;, but she'd never remember to water them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried to plant Irises, but failed to keep an eye on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she tried to plant Mums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won't talk about how that turned out.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-2184665480075273406?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/2184665480075273406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=2184665480075273406' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/2184665480075273406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/2184665480075273406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/06/garden-woes.html' title='garden woes'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-1168924983326167606</id><published>2007-06-16T06:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T07:05:53.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>helmet laws and the non-rider</title><content type='html'>Do you ride a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;?  If so, do you wear a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;helmet&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't ride, do you care about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;motorcycle helmet laws&lt;/span&gt;?  After all, if &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bikers&lt;/span&gt; are willing to risk it all in the name of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;free spirit&lt;/span&gt;, should the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;non-rider&lt;/span&gt; be concerned about whether the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;government&lt;/span&gt; insists they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wear a helmet&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please &lt;a href="http://criticalthinkingmasses.blogspot.com/2006/05/motorcycle-helmet-laws.html"&gt;read this post&lt;/a&gt; if you believe one who doesn't ride a motorcycle has nothing to lose if &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;motorcycle helmet laws&lt;/span&gt; are not passed.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-1168924983326167606?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/1168924983326167606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=1168924983326167606' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1168924983326167606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1168924983326167606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/06/helmet-laws-and-non-rider.html' title='helmet laws and the non-rider'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-7608158165756989093</id><published>2007-06-08T06:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T06:38:57.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q:  What do Paris Hilton and beer in a frat house refrigerator have in common?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:  Neither could stay in the can for more than 72 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-7608158165756989093?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/7608158165756989093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=7608158165756989093' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/7608158165756989093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/7608158165756989093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/06/paris.html' title='Paris'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-8649087131611640350</id><published>2007-05-30T06:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T06:30:06.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks for the graduation money, grandma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.newsobserver.com/news/crime_safety/story/584641.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mail buried at postal worker's home  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Meiling Arounnarath and Benjamin Niolet, Staff Writers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;A postal worker rooted through years of mail looking for cash, credit cards and checks before burning and burying piles of envelopes in her yard with the help of family members, authorities said.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Investigators recovered two dozen bins of letters, paychecks and credit card bills inside and outside the home, some dating to 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...four others face charges in an operation that investigators say pilfered everything from insurance cards to students' graduation money.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this lady stole US Mail looking for cash and goodies mailed to others since 2003, huh?  Given many teens' reluctance to acknowledge receiving checks from relatives, I'm not certain anybody would have noticed the discrepancy right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe the teens would have.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-8649087131611640350?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/8649087131611640350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=8649087131611640350' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8649087131611640350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/8649087131611640350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/05/thanks-for-graduation-money-grandma.html' title='thanks for the graduation money, grandma!'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-1361676880064552605</id><published>2007-05-26T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T15:21:51.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the kidney transplant</title><content type='html'>A woman called her brother with bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bill, the doctor told me I need a new kidney.  He said you would be the only likely donor candidate.  He wants you to set up an appointment to discuss this as soon as possible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't do that, Sis," said Bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why not?!?  Don't you understand?  If I don't get a kidney soon, the doctor said my kidneys would fail."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know I can't do that, Sis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't understand why you won't consider this, Bill.  You don't want me to die, do you?"  she pleaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course not," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, what's the problem?  You didn't say 'No' to Dad when HE needed a kidney!"&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-1361676880064552605?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/1361676880064552605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=1361676880064552605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1361676880064552605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1361676880064552605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/05/kidney-transplant.html' title='the kidney transplant'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-7619010065085805726</id><published>2007-05-19T10:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T10:22:55.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>anonymous blog comments</title><content type='html'>Do you accept &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anonymous comments&lt;/span&gt; on your blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you post comments pseudonymously on other blogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read &lt;a href="http://criticalthinkingmasses.blogspot.com/2007/05/who-are-you.html"&gt;Who ARE YOU??&lt;/a&gt; for more.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-7619010065085805726?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/7619010065085805726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=7619010065085805726' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/7619010065085805726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/7619010065085805726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/05/anonymous-blog-comments.html' title='anonymous blog comments'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-5878705584436482666</id><published>2007-05-05T07:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T17:42:20.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cyber-terrorism strikes women bloggers - UPDATE</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/04/29/AR2007042901555.html?hpid=topnews"&gt;WashingtonPost.com&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sexual Threats Stifle Some Female Bloggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;By Ellen Nakashima&lt;br /&gt;Washington Post Staff Writer&lt;br /&gt;Monday, April 30, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;A female freelance writer who blogged about the pornography industry was threatened with rape. A single mother who blogged about "the daily ins and outs of being a mom" was threatened by a cyber-stalker who claimed that she beat her son and that he had her under surveillance. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kathy Sierra&lt;/span&gt;, who won a large following by blogging about designing software that makes people happy, became a target of anonymous online attacks that included photos of her with a noose around her neck and a muzzle over her mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2165654"&gt;Slate&lt;/a&gt;, this, regarding &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kathy Sierra&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fear of Blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Why women shouldn't apologize for being afraid of threats on the Web.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;By Dahlia Lithwick&lt;br /&gt;Posted Friday, May 4, 2007, at 7:20 PM ET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Some suggested that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sierra&lt;/span&gt; deserved to have her throat slit and to be suffocated, sexually violated, and hanged. Among the things &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sierra&lt;/span&gt; wrote as she folded up her blogging tent: "I have cancelled all speaking engagements. I am afraid to leave my yard. I will never feel the same. I will never be the same."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sierra&lt;/span&gt; also had her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Social Security Number&lt;/span&gt; and her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Address&lt;/span&gt; published by an anonymous commenter of her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05/11/07 UPDATE - I have since learned that some bloggers of questionable intent will stalk "mommy blogs," capture, and repost pictures found on those blogs in a manner that's less than flattering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure "the framers" didn't have this in mind.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="byline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-5878705584436482666?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/5878705584436482666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=5878705584436482666' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/5878705584436482666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/5878705584436482666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/05/cyber-terrorism-strikes-women-bloggers.html' title='cyber-terrorism strikes women bloggers - UPDATE'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-2398661948240458812</id><published>2007-05-01T06:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T06:28:37.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this joke came to me in a dream</title><content type='html'>A mother and her son were at an arena watching a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son got up to go to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was away, an extremely large woman came and sat in his seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother said, "Excuse me, but my son was sitting there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, my," exclaimed the woman, "he must be crushed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta stop eating left-over pizza before bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-2398661948240458812?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/2398661948240458812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=2398661948240458812' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/2398661948240458812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/2398661948240458812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-joke-came-to-me-in-dream.html' title='this joke came to me in a dream'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-4335224990520457942</id><published>2007-04-25T05:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T05:37:43.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a new planet?</title><content type='html'>From our &lt;a href="http://www.newsobserver.com/150/story/567533.html"&gt;local paper&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="story-hed"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Newfound planet may sustain life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="story-byline" style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Seth Borenstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="story-byline"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="story-byline"&gt;The Associated Press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; WASHINGTON - For the first time astronomers have discovered a planet outside our solar system that is potentially habitable, with Earth-like temperatures, a find researchers described Tuesday as a big step in the search for "life in the universe."The planet is just the right size, might have water in liquid form, and in galactic terms is relatively nearby at 120 trillion miles away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they do find that life is sustainable on that planet.  There are a few people I'd like to send there.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-4335224990520457942?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/4335224990520457942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=4335224990520457942' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4335224990520457942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/4335224990520457942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-planet.html' title='a new planet?'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-639616703980072314</id><published>2007-04-20T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T17:18:21.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>syn tax</title><content type='html'>The challenge: using punctuation and emphasis, how many ways can you make the following phrase have different meanings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "I don't want to go do another day's work"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  "I've already spent ONE day doing this for you.&lt;br /&gt;    I don't want to go do ANOTHER day's work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  "As of today, I am through with this job!&lt;br /&gt;    I don't want to go do ANOTHER DAY'S WORK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  "You've already spent a day on this and now you want me to do it.&lt;br /&gt;    I don't want to.  Go do another day's work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  "If I work for one more day, can I stay?"&lt;br /&gt;   "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;   "I don't want to go."&lt;br /&gt;   "Do another day's work!"&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-639616703980072314?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/639616703980072314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=639616703980072314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/639616703980072314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/639616703980072314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/04/syn-tax.html' title='syn tax'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-1071423738162907930</id><published>2007-04-17T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T15:52:04.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the virginia tech massacre</title><content type='html'>My comments inspired by the Virginia Tech massacre can be found &lt;a href="http://criticalthinkingmasses.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-dont-like-mondays-either-but.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://sardonicynic.blogspot.com/2007/04/have-you-seen-this-man.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-1071423738162907930?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/1071423738162907930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=1071423738162907930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1071423738162907930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/1071423738162907930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/04/virginia-tech-massacre.html' title='the virginia tech massacre'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-3436936515848851479</id><published>2007-04-17T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T12:14:00.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ladies in, men out</title><content type='html'>Several years ago when I was on the road, I stopped into a customer's office to perform a service call.  I asked to use the restroom and the receptionist stated it was down the hall, to the left.  So I went down the hall, and I saw two sets of double doors.  The first set said Ladies In and Ladies Out, so I went to the second set.  They were labeled Ladies Out and Men Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pondered this for a moment, and then asked myself, "Where do the men go in??"  A reasonable question, I thought.  So I returned to the reception desk and told her of my dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kind of chuckled to herself.  I imagined, (or at least hoped,) that she got this kind of question often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This warehouse," she began, "staffs 400 women and about eight men.  Therefore, most of the bathrooms are for women.  On the door is a slider.  If it says In, there's someone in there.  If it says Out, it's free."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, in this particular case there was a lady in the first room, and the other two ladies rooms and the only mens room in that wing were empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-3436936515848851479?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/3436936515848851479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=3436936515848851479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/3436936515848851479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/3436936515848851479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/04/ladies-in-men-out.html' title='ladies in, men out'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-151378598376756326</id><published>2007-04-14T15:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T15:25:14.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this call may be monitored</title><content type='html'>I read an article recently that talked about those messages you get that say, "This call may be monitored for quality assurance."  It went on to say that companies do this to ensure agents are courteous and are following protocol.  Though they also say the chances of your call being monitored is less than one percent, some institutions retain the recordings for over two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most striking statement was that the tapes may be running while you're on hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me get this straight.  After we hear the message that our call may be monitored, and while the music's playing through our earpiece, they're recording whatever can be heard into our mouthpiece??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does not give me a comfortable feeling knowing that as I sit distracted by their crummy music, they're at the other end laughing at what I am saying.  Or, they may not be laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times over the years have I expounded on the lousy service I was getting from this particular company, or how I swore I'd take my business elsewhere.  Maybe that's why they do it - to track their competition.  "Gentlemen, last month we had a 30% increase in disgruntled callers on hold swearing to take their business to The Home Depot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or worse, what if they've been listening to my yammering while I was waiting?  I don't mean humming or whistling to myself, I mean talking to the family, friends, or business associates, while on hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's the case, these companies may have heard some one-way conversations that have sounded like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just a little to the left, honey.  Down lower.  Perfect!  The picture's hanging just right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a hundred and seventy-five a quarter.  The most expensive US coin I've ever purchased."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Say, Bob, why don't you and Carol consider swapping with me and Alice?  We won't need the time-share until August."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that from now on, I will be much more careful what I say while on hold after hearing the message, "This call may be monitored for quality assurance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-151378598376756326?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/151378598376756326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=151378598376756326' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/151378598376756326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/151378598376756326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-call-may-be-monitored.html' title='this call may be monitored'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-5186320122368441533</id><published>2007-04-07T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T14:00:20.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no screaming allowed</title><content type='html'>From Sacramento, this story of an amusement park that is trying to enforce a &lt;a href="http://www.newsobserver.com/680/story/561605.html"&gt;no-screaming policy&lt;/a&gt; on one of their rides, ironically called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Screamer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;As passengers are strapped into the two metal baskets, the operator recites this warning: "We are required to remove you from this ride if you make any noise. If you feel you might make a noise, please cover your mouth tightly with you hand, like this. (The operator then covers mouth with hand). If we hear any noise through your hand, we will remove you from the ride. So please remain silent and enjoy the screamer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is in response to neighbors who complained of all the noise at the amusement park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next?  Banning grunting at the local exercise gym?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-5186320122368441533?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/5186320122368441533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=5186320122368441533' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/5186320122368441533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/5186320122368441533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-screaming-allowed.html' title='no screaming allowed'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-773044325730397243</id><published>2007-03-22T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T16:07:39.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>take a fun and easy ethics test</title><content type='html'>I invite you to check out "What would YOU do?" at &lt;a href="http://1sttimeinvestor.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-would-you-do.html"&gt;http://1sttimeinvestor.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; to state how you would handle winning $20,000 after betting a dollar given to you by a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-773044325730397243?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/773044325730397243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=773044325730397243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/773044325730397243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/773044325730397243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/03/take-fun-and-easy-ethics-test.html' title='take a fun and easy ethics test'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-556260851694900868</id><published>2007-03-13T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T16:23:37.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a morbid joke</title><content type='html'>A door-to-door salesman was talking to an old woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you should ever fall and cannot get up, just push this button on this device on your wrist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady looked at the device and asked, "Then what happens?  Will it summon help?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," the man said, "If you have fallen and can't even get up, you are much too old!  This will give you a lethal injection."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-556260851694900868?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/556260851694900868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=556260851694900868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/556260851694900868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/556260851694900868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/03/morbid-joke.html' title='a morbid joke'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-6843239304468637454</id><published>2007-03-10T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T15:24:36.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>choose company names wisely</title><content type='html'>Again from &lt;a href="http://www.newsobserver.com/"&gt;our local paper&lt;/a&gt;, excerpts from &lt;a href="http://www.newsobserver.com/105/story/551871.html"&gt;an article&lt;/a&gt; about a company that sells stripper poles, (oops - excuse me - "dance" poles,) for your living room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="story-byline" style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Bethany Clough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="story-byline"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="story-byline"&gt;McCatchy Newspapers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt; FRESNO, CALIF. -   A new export is taking hold in a tiny industrial park in east Fresno, Calif.: stripper poles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pacific International Marketing &amp; Promotions (yes, PIMP) manufactures the Lil' Mynx stainless steel dance pole. Designed for the average living room, the poles are easily installed and can be removed in seconds in case the Avon lady stops by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He and his wife hope to have the poles and the exercise videos sold in Target and Wal-Mart someday. And that means the marketing must be clean. They call the pole a dance pole, not a stripper pole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uh, Randy, you might also want to change the name of your company if you want to get into &lt;a href="http://1sttimeinvestor.blogspot.com/2006/02/walmart.html"&gt;Walmart&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-6843239304468637454?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/6843239304468637454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=6843239304468637454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/6843239304468637454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/6843239304468637454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/03/choose-company-names-wisely.html' title='choose company names wisely'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228674.post-7165932299285607160</id><published>2007-03-08T06:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T07:00:29.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>daylight saving time</title><content type='html'>Finally, a use for daylight saving time worth the effort.  From Raleigh's &lt;a href="http://www.newsobserver.com/105/story/550950.html"&gt;News &amp; Observer&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;In 1999, a terrorist attack on Israel's West Bank was thwarted when the terrorists failed to take into account the switch back to standard time. The bomb went off an hour early, killing only the terrorists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16228674-7165932299285607160?l=sarcasticynic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/feeds/7165932299285607160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16228674&amp;postID=7165932299285607160' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/7165932299285607160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16228674/posts/default/7165932299285607160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticynic.blogspot.com/2007/03/daylight-saving-time.html' title='daylight saving time'/><author><name>The Sarcasticynic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157707006223810652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/7740/640/sarcasticynic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
