<?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-3473721</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:50:04.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Insert Better Name Here</title><subtitle type='html'>Your Humble and Beloved Commissioner's WebLog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-112070750156267035</id><published>2005-07-06T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T23:38:21.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/112070750156267035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/112070750156267035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112070750156267035' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-107180993056712016</id><published>2003-12-18T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T23:59:43.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello. I have (for the moment, at least) retired from blogging.Thanks for stopping by. Take care.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/107180993056712016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/107180993056712016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107180993056712016' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-106982205669444491</id><published>2003-11-25T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T23:54:37.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Talk About Anti-ClimacticAfter almost two days of counting, guess which of the four possible outcomes I set out below for the really big recount turned out to be the one that actually happened? We all went up a little bit, so I still won. Yay, me. It's not quite as satisfying as "I go up and they go down", but it's at least worth some karma points that I went up more than they did. Again, if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/106982205669444491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/106982205669444491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106982205669444491' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-106912570038920341</id><published>2003-11-17T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T22:22:29.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Look upon my words, ye MeFites, and despair.Mark this day, friends and fellow travelers.For this is the day that my place of employment finally blocked access to www.metafilter.com.About damn time, really. Oh well; back to work, then, I suppose.*sniff*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/106912570038920341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/106912570038920341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106912570038920341' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-106907404094729731</id><published>2003-11-17T07:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T08:01:03.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Election Controversy Moves into the Boston Globe. Next stop, the New York Times. As reported within the comments below, the recount will be held this Friday; I have been officially notified that I may have up to eight "observers" present to watch the recount.Any volunteers?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/106907404094729731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/106907404094729731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106907404094729731' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-106832011753814899</id><published>2003-11-08T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T14:36:58.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, Like No One Saw This ComingAmazingly enough, my two closest opponents in this week's election have demanded a recall.I was not contacted by the newspaper for my reaction before this story was printed. I was also not contacted by either of the two gentlemen.Ordinarily, I would say in this situation something along the lines of "It's certainly their right and prerogative, and I understand</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/106832011753814899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/106832011753814899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106832011753814899' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-106807266328182060</id><published>2003-11-05T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T17:51:57.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know (of course) what you call the guy who graduated last place in his class at medical school - "a Doctor". Similarly, you call the guy who gets the lowest passing score on the bar exam "a Lawyer".So, you know what you call the Town Council candidate who gets the ninth-most votes out of a field of 15? Councilor, of course.Here's the vote totals, if anyone is really interested:Vallee - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/106807266328182060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/106807266328182060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106807266328182060' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-106670626538663243</id><published>2003-10-20T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T08:06:08.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I mentioned a little bit below there that we have two new cats. They're great and we love them both, of course. We got them at a local no-kill shelter that takes in unwanted and found cats, and those that just can't stay with their people any longer, and puts those that can be adopted in good homes and keeps those that can't until the end of their natural feline days. This is, of course, most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/106670626538663243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/106670626538663243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106670626538663243' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-106642341769573368</id><published>2003-10-17T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T16:43:58.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Red Sox Nation: I am sorry. It was all my fault. You see, right about the time the Sox went up 5 to 2, an unbidden thought entered my head: it struck me that I should go get my old cowboy hat and clean it off so that I could wear it into work today to celebrate their victory. I knew my secretary - sorry, administrative assistant - would get a huge kick out of that, since she'd been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/106642341769573368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/106642341769573368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106642341769573368' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-106627219044071079</id><published>2003-10-15T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T22:45:01.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I still want to update semi-regularly, but I'm just too fucking busy (now, where have I heard that phrase lately?) to do so with any regularity or even integrity, so I'm just going to direct-link to a nice stolen picture from stavrosthewonderchicken:There. Go read his stuff if you want real commentary and insight, why don'cha. It's good.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/106627219044071079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/106627219044071079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106627219044071079' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-106571060713014485</id><published>2003-10-09T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T10:48:05.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It�s About Fucking TimeYou only think you know what that sentence means. You see, it all depends on the question that was asked just before it:"What does it mean when the �bwomp-bwomp� music starts up in the porn movie?""What's the story with that one old Star Trek episode where Spock goes all crazy and ends up in a duel with Kirk on Vulcan?""What was it that the Thing used to say when he</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/106571060713014485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/106571060713014485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106571060713014485' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-106497538613323058</id><published>2003-09-30T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T22:35:12.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am pissed, and yes, I'll be glad to tell you all why. You see, I've written about them here. I've posted about them on MetaFilter, and even over on 9622.net. Yes, I would have to say that I have thoroughly done my part to spread the good word on the intarweb, but now that the Connecticut eXtreme Croquet Society has finally gotten themselves written up in the Smithsonian magazine, the article is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/106497538613323058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/106497538613323058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106497538613323058' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-106393460806225102</id><published>2003-09-19T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T21:29:06.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes, I know I've been a very bad wannabe blogger. In my defense, I've been thinking really, really, hard about writing something interesting, so that should count for something.Of course, right now is a little crazy, what with the Fantasy Football thing up and running again (but I wouldn't be the commish without it!) plus work, life, and all the other stuff, which at the moment includes two new</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/106393460806225102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/106393460806225102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106393460806225102' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-106194486712838160</id><published>2003-08-26T20:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T21:12:18.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, where's the Commish been lately, anyway?Actually, that story really didn't come across as powerfully (and sympathetically) as I had hoped. Plus, they printed my name wrong. Twice. Aaah, the heck with it; there's just no honor in journalism anymore - here's the story they should've run:Franklin - Veteran poll-watchers and political junkies have been wondering for weeks now when two-term </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/106194486712838160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/106194486712838160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106194486712838160' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-106107286075902084</id><published>2003-08-16T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T18:27:58.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just Shoot Me NowI have had Bob Seger's Night Moves in my head all fucking day.I have no explanation for this. If you need me, I'll just be over in the corner hummin' a song from 1962. Ain't it funny how the night moves. With Autumn closin' in.Aaaagh!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/106107286075902084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/106107286075902084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106107286075902084' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-106091285750001960</id><published>2003-08-14T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T22:16:17.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FAIR!... and, balanced(they did lose Game 7, after all).(Confused? Somewhat of an explanation can be found here. And here.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/106091285750001960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/106091285750001960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106091285750001960' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-106036001552146595</id><published>2003-08-08T12:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T12:27:11.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woo-Hoo! This is almost as exciting as the time I won that coloring contest in third grade, although I seem to remember getting a thermos for that. Where the hell's my thermos, kaf?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/106036001552146595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/106036001552146595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106036001552146595' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-105978804969437018</id><published>2003-08-01T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T21:39:49.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am I the only person on the planet who thinks that the universal handicapped sign:Really looks more like somebody riding a Hoppity-Hop?And if so, is there something wrong with me?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/105978804969437018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/105978804969437018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105978804969437018' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-105970697703884508</id><published>2003-07-31T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T23:08:43.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love animals, and most people, although I do make exceptions. If you're not inclined to click on the link, it's the story, of course, of the "young activist" who changed her name to "goveg.com", without her employer, PETA, even knowing about the idea beforehand. Right. Maybe I'm trying too hard to qualify for an early curmudgeon badge, but the older I get the more I think that extremists - on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/105970697703884508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/105970697703884508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105970697703884508' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-105901240113288653</id><published>2003-07-23T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T22:17:22.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm, apparently that guy I hired to periodically update the old 'blog hasn't been carrying the water very well lately. You just can't get good help nowadays.Alright then, in the absence of good help here's some Good News for a change: my nephew Dan the Marine is home from Iraq. He even got written up in his hometown newspaper, although I didn't see any page one stories about him in the papers </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/105901240113288653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/105901240113288653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105901240113288653' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-105780384883747305</id><published>2003-07-09T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T22:28:15.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too Good Not To StealFrom defective yeti. Arrrrrrr.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/105780384883747305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/105780384883747305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105780384883747305' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-105719874851474196</id><published>2003-07-02T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T22:19:56.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fascinating Update to the Engrossing Story from a Few Days Ago About us Switching to DSLUm, we did it. It seems to be working out okay now.Lance Armstrong hasn't been by to beg us to switch back to Comcast yet, either, so I guess they didn't really want our business after all.Those inclined to do so may now write me at yhbc AT verizon DOT net. Oh, and all the nice pictures I had stored on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/105719874851474196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/105719874851474196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105719874851474196' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-105694344971535437</id><published>2003-06-29T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T20:25:08.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As I have said several times, I am not a real computer geek expert, I just fake it as I go along. So, you'll just have to imagine a nice, fancy, "Brunching Shuttlecock"-ish interface in front of this -Chinese Restaurant Name GeneratorPlease to choose one from Column "A" and one from Column "B":Asia . . . . . . . . .  BambooChina . . . . . . . . .BuddahGolden . . . . . . . . DelightHappy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/105694344971535437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/105694344971535437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105694344971535437' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-105663830722616237</id><published>2003-06-26T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T10:38:27.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, last night we switched over to Verizon DSL service from the broadband (Comcast, which used to be ATT, which used to be MediaOne) we�ve been using for a couple years now. No, this wasn�t due to any Lance Armstrong-commercial backlash, or even any lingering resentment at the imminent requirement to change our e-mail addresses for a third time in two years. It was strictly a money decision - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/105663830722616237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/105663830722616237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105663830722616237' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-95564377</id><published>2003-06-11T17:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T17:22:25.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Perspective of the MomentSo I see they (all scientists, researchers, scholars, etc., can in fact be lumped under the useful subset of people known as "they") have found 160,000 year-old skulls that appear to be anatomically identical to modern homo sapiens, meaning that people exactly like us were walking around on this planet about 60,000 years longer than we (another useful subset of people, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/95564377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/95564377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95564377' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-94955343</id><published>2003-05-27T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T16:25:23.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gratuitous Update TimeI'd just like to report that since I posted my magnum opus on bad commercials a couple weeks ago, no fewer than seven (7) different web surfers have found this site by searching for some combination of "girl in Ford Focus tattoo commercial". Man, the things people waste their time on the internet with.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/94955343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/94955343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94955343' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-94610504</id><published>2003-05-19T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T22:02:47.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Doesn't it seem like we've been seeing the promos for "Bruce Almighty" for about - oh, I don't know - a year and a half by now? By this point, I'm pretty sure I don't need to pay to see the movie at all - I've already seen it! Several times!(Bear with me - maybe someday I'll feel like getting back into the whole "surf the web, look for interesting and unique links and post them on your weblog" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/94610504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/94610504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94610504' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-94200956</id><published>2003-05-12T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T09:37:03.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thirteen Years Ago TodayHappy Anniversary, Sweetie. Thank you for everything, and I promise to try and not break any more limbs.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/94200956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/94200956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94200956' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-94028541</id><published>2003-05-08T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T22:57:57.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Commercials I Don't Need to See any More, Thank You Very MuchSo, I've spent some time on the sofa lately, and I've noticed that many commercials which may seem to be obnoxious, annoying, or just plain bad are actually pretty easily blanked out. Some, though, have something about them that makes them impossible to ignore. Here's four.1) The Ford Focus one with the girl getting the back tattoo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/94028541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/94028541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94028541' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-93440539</id><published>2003-04-28T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T23:04:33.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Random Memory from a Week in the HospitalA lot of the aide-types who run around the hospital at all hours collecting vital signs and fluids and seem to not quite be full nurses now have their own, personalized, plastic toolboxes in which they carry around the tools of their trade and assorted what-not. I noticed one evening that the young woman who had come to take blood for samples (quite a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/93440539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/93440539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93440539' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-92959611</id><published>2003-04-20T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T22:46:13.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just a quick update - unfortunately, the only thing to really tell is that my leg (remember my leg? I broke it a while back) has had me laid up the last three days. Last Tuesday I finally got to start physical therapy, and that was good, as was going back the next day, but it really started to hurt on Thursday. I assumed I was just reacting to the exercise and went to bed early - didn't think too</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/92959611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/92959611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92959611' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-92729867</id><published>2003-04-16T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T17:14:28.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it's about time. Finally, someone has made an online version of the Michelangelo's David Refrigerator Magnet. (via Iconomy) Now if only they'd do an Elvis my life would be complete.Wonderful and Interesting Coincidence Department: on clicking around a bit on the parent site for the above toy, I ran across the guy who made the glass mermaid we have hanging in our kitchen but which I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/92729867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/92729867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92729867' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-92243648</id><published>2003-04-08T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T16:49:29.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is of course no place for humor in war, but dammit this headline just makes we want to type this: "My Baghdad Bag Co. got in bad with the Baghdad bigdads because of a bad sag the bags had!"Why? Because I can.And because "Baghdad Booby Traps" would make a great name for a band.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/92243648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/92243648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92243648' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-92120856</id><published>2003-04-06T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T22:29:26.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Freddy proudly sports the Confederate Flag in all its racist glory, and if you squeeze his tummy, he screams "Nuke those towelheads!  Kill 'em all!"  Confeddy Freddy unites the North AND South in a common bloodlust.  Great for tots! The really amazing thing about this site is that it actually predates the war.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/92120856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/92120856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92120856' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-92018574</id><published>2003-04-04T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T22:24:26.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really wanted to make the above image into a link to the liner notes for my current 9622.net CD swap offering, but I realized half-way through setting it up that I had no idea how to do that. It's a little embarrassing, not to mention humbling, to occasionally run into one of them minor "walls o' knowledge" roadblocks, as in "Here stands the current limits of your knowledge and capabilities. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/92018574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/92018574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92018574' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-91736181</id><published>2003-03-31T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T17:44:53.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Little does Balhatchet realize that this collection also has an entirely different, mortally important significance to Trigger Caslow, the French-hillbilly proprietor of a secret bordello ... Harry Steven Keeler was mentioned within a MetaFilter thread recently, reprising his appearance from an earlier thread that I somehow missed altogether. The description of Keeler as "the Ed Wood of mystery</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/91736181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/91736181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91736181' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-91502369</id><published>2003-03-27T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T16:14:06.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love my country, I respect the democratic process, and I even believe in God (okay, in a "supreme being"). However, I DO NOT WANT my legislators proposing, debating, or passing resolutions calling for a day of prayer and fasting to win the war on my behalf. You neither? Then please feel free to let the sponsor of this bill, Rep. W.Todd Akin of Missouri, or any of the twenty-six co-sponsors of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/91502369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/91502369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91502369' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-91351596</id><published>2003-03-25T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T11:11:28.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Clint Eastwood is certainly a man of many talents. As an actor, producer and director, his accomplishments are legendary. But how does Clint stack up as a "recording artist?"You don't really want to know, do you? Remember, he talks to the trees.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/91351596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/91351596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91351596' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-91239930</id><published>2003-03-23T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T16:31:28.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And Now For Something Completely DifferentAttention, soda-swilling, sedentary youth! Time for you all to admit defeat and join:The Chubby Kids Club!Also known as "I'll take Unfortunately-Named Products and Promotions for $500, Alex." Note, however, that despite appearances and preconceptions of American culture to the contrary, it's a Canadian product. Perhaps this is just another case of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/91239930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/91239930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91239930' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-91040052</id><published>2003-03-20T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T00:15:29.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I am now a citizen of a rogue nation. At least I was doing solid, upstanding good-citizen-type stuff when we did unilaterally invade another sovereign nation with the stated purpose of killing its leader and overthrowing its government - I was at Town Council, earnestly arguing whether or not to extend a water hook-up to a newly-approved seven-house subdivision.At first, I thought I'd vote </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/91040052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/91040052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91040052' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-90409946</id><published>2003-03-09T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T16:23:14.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, is it duct tape or duck tape? The question does have some relevance these days. As usual, the Boston Globe makes a case for both sides but doesn't come down definitively on either. There really is Duck Tape, of couse, but note that the company that makes it is careful to always call its product "Duck Tape brand duct tape". That seeming admission, however, hasn't stopped numerous folks from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/90409946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/90409946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90409946' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-90249720</id><published>2003-03-06T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T13:24:33.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just the thing for those times when office hi-jinx get out of controlThis 144 shot Gatling Gun is the ultimate weapon!  Just load it up, turn the crank and be amazed by its awesome firepower.  It sprays rubber bands like a hose sprays water up to 40 feet away!And wait! There's more! All this can be yours for the low, low price of - um, $999.99. Guess they don't want to really sell too many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/90249720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/90249720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90249720' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-89864798</id><published>2003-02-27T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T18:03:40.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just to 'splain why I haven't been updating in a while, and why I probably won't be doing so for a while longer, last Saturday night (while throwing a Tropical Party complete with suitable decorations and island drinks) I fell down our basement stairs and broke my left leg in three places. So no, that isn't really my x-ray in the picture - if it were, there'd be two fractures at the top and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/89864798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/89864798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89864798' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-89036543</id><published>2003-02-13T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T10:48:12.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You think once they have Benjamin Franklin's body spinning in his grave fast enough, they'll be able to power an internal combustion engine with it?"Just a little reminder that Get Your War On is still being (intermittently) published. You're welcome.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/89036543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/89036543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89036543' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-88969385</id><published>2003-02-12T07:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T12:47:53.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please stay tuned for this important announcement from the Department of Homeland SecurityI now see that anti-aircraft missiles have been deployed in Washington. This action, of course, comes in response to the threat of "possible attacks involving chemical, biological or radiological weapons, including ricin, cyanide, nerve agents or 'dirty bombs' that could spread radioactive debris over a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/88969385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/88969385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88969385' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-88739612</id><published>2003-02-07T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-09T22:37:54.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And now it's time for some more -Unsolicited Adviceso, listen up, young'unsIf you have to have your cat put down, try to do so at a time in the year such that, when said cat's ashes are returned to you in a little metal box, the ground outside isn't frozen solid and covered with snow.I wrote the above bit about a week ago, but hadn't had the nerve to post it until now. Meanwhile, D.C. is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/88739612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/88739612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88739612' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-88659917</id><published>2003-02-06T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-06T17:19:35.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things have been entirely too downbeat around here lately, so we'll attempt to lighten things up with a few rounds of the ever-popular (but sadly predictable):Actual Search Queries that Have Led People to This Site:David Alan Coe racist"david alan coe racist music" (just in case the first one didn't work, no doubt)Anasazi kokopelli namekokopelli wallpaperkokopelli bathroom theme(which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/88659917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/88659917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88659917' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-88363607</id><published>2003-01-31T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-31T23:53:29.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is my nephew Dan:He will be in the Persian Gulf by this weekend.I really don't have anything funny, informative, or ironic to say here - I just thought it might be nice to put up his picture.Please be careful, Dan.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/88363607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/88363607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88363607' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-88308445</id><published>2003-01-30T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-30T23:31:35.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/88308445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/88308445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88308445' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-88278574</id><published>2003-01-30T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-30T13:07:04.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's a little sign over the salad-bar-that's-not-really-a-salad-bar-because-it's-full-of-various-baked-goods station at the Stop &amp; Shop. I want to stress that, although I'm paraphrasing the last line of the sign, it is in fact a pre-printed sign straight from company HQ and not a hand-lettered jobbie. The sign reads as follows:ROLE SALESix for $1.99Choose from sesame, classic Italian, etc.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/88278574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/88278574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88278574' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-88177859</id><published>2003-01-28T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-28T17:08:57.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to a periodontist yesterday. Being that a periodontist was, before yesterday, only one of the things and/or people I had never before personally experienced, I wasn't sure what to expect, but it sure wasn't that much sawing. The hammering was also a little off-putting.I had sort of thought that a periodontist was just a fancy type of dentist, and after he was done with whatever it was he</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/88177859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/88177859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88177859' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-87955025</id><published>2003-01-24T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-25T10:54:29.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, that explains it. I was wondering why I couldn't find a single tube of black lipstick anywhere in the area - it's the Miss Gothic Massachusetts 2003 Pageant tonight at the famous (or at least well-known) ManRay nightclub.We will be displaying the loveliest and most morose finalists chosen from a wide range of the Massachusetts Goth Culture. ...Each Contestant gets 30 seconds to answer a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/87955025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/87955025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87955025' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-87761585</id><published>2003-01-20T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-22T23:55:46.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And what's with this poseurs stuff? C'mon, enetation. Get it right. I'll give you a big clue: I. Am. Not. Canadian. Je ne suis pas un canuck!!! So, knock it off with the poseurs, okay!?!* breathes deeply for a few minutes ** finally says "well, why don't I just fix it instead of bitching about it" ** goes into settings page on enetation.co.uk; sees what's wrong; fixes it *Hmm, that's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/87761585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/87761585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87761585' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-87761361</id><published>2003-01-20T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-20T22:02:57.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Smoking UpdateAt the end of the day tomorrow, I will be two weeks smoke-free. Assuming I make it that long, of course, and my wife doesn't kill me before then. Oh, she's one week smoke-free herself today. This past weekend, then, was our first weekend together without either of us smoking.It was a wee bit tense.As in Malta Talks, or Cuban Missile Crisis, tense.Hey, but it's all going to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/87761361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/87761361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87761361' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-87252555</id><published>2003-01-11T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-11T00:30:50.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Japanese rabbit named Oolong died this week (hold your cursor over the pictures for a brief English translation)And who was Oolong? And why should anyone care? Well, that's kind of hard to say. But here's a very good primer on the whole Oolong story, if anyone is interested.All I know is that some nameless soul half a globe away is very sad to have lost their beloved rabbit. And that the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/87252555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/87252555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87252555' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-86810880</id><published>2003-01-01T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-01T22:59:26.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year.But first, a few more D.C. pictures, since (a) we found them, (b) I wanted to be sure I got them scanned okay, (c) it's my own damn weblog and I can put up as many D.C. pictures as I want, and (d) today would have been her 19th birthday.   Happy Birthday, D.C. We miss you. Thank you again for all the love and joy you put in our lives.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/86810880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/86810880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86810880' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-85347570</id><published>2002-12-01T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T21:47:21.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>D.C. 1984 - 2002"Good Kitty"When I was twenty-three and knew everything there was to know, my then-girlfriend moved in with me in my small apartment in Oklahoma City. Since it was important to set up a proper household together, we needed a pet. We went down to the animal shelter and of the three kittens there I picked the calico one with the white chest and paws, because she sniffed my hand and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/85347570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/85347570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85347570' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-84260757</id><published>2002-11-08T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T22:05:11.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just a little something to send all the astigmatics and epileptics running away screaming from the computer:One of the many incredible illusions at Akiyoshi's Illusion Pages, as first reported by Witchstone on 9622.net and only later discovered by the slackers on MetaFilter (monkeys rule, web-geeks drool!) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/84260757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/84260757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84260757' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-83419819</id><published>2002-10-23T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-23T22:36:49.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A man I never met died today, and the only reason I knew about it is because he was the good friend of another man I have never met.But I still cried when I saw the news.This, for better or worse, is the power of the internet.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/83419819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/83419819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83419819' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-82997166</id><published>2002-10-14T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T00:09:13.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Refrigerator ExhibitionismI was both surprised and amused to recently see that, at least according to the Prior-Art-O-Matic, Insert Better Name Here is "a fridge magnet that bounces up and down! It runs on six little wheels and can be programmed to perform simple tasks". I had been thinking about refrigerators anyway, and how we (consciously or not) use them to advertise and tell a little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/82997166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/82997166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82997166' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-82868809</id><published>2002-10-11T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-11T22:29:36.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yet Another Update From the Duck DepartmentI know you've all been waiting for this ... Presenting, even before it's pictured on the celebriduck site itself:I see you shiver. With annn...ti...ci...........</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/82868809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/82868809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82868809' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-82344022</id><published>2002-09-30T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-30T23:18:22.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah, it really is. You won't believe it until you print out the picture, cut out the little square labeled "B" and lay it next to the square labeled "A". Go ahead, try it. This and other fascinating illusions were recently discussed on this MetaFilter thread.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/82344022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/82344022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82344022' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-81802613</id><published>2002-09-18T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-18T22:56:31.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There�s a Fungus Among UsSo, a couple weekends ago, Mrs. Commish and I were in the back yard, doing back yard-type stuff. She looks down the bank at the edge of our property (the overgrown bank that I wrangled three friends into helping me prop up a few years ago with 15 tons of gravel, sand and dirt to keep it from collapsing out from under a big old maple tree - ask me to tell the story </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/81802613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/81802613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81802613' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-81189800</id><published>2002-09-05T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-05T22:10:09.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Next Wednesday morning, I will leave my office at about a quarter to ten and drive over to the Town Common (it's nice working in the same town you live in). Chris is planning on coming from our house and meeting me there. At 10:05 AM, our police and fire honor guard will lower the flag to half mast, and there will be a salute of four groups of five siren blasts from the fire apparatus.The fire </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/81189800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/81189800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81189800' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-80757564</id><published>2002-08-26T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-26T22:48:07.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well Thank God That's OverEnetation (my free commenting service, and read "free" to mean "you get what you paid for") is all screwed up. They are apparently recoding the whole system and buying new servers, so it'll be (at least) another week before there's commenting available on the ol' blog again.It's therefore a perfect time to brag about the kick-ass draft I pulled off this Saturday.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/80757564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/80757564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80757564' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-80491687</id><published>2002-08-20T17:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-20T17:06:39.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just a Quick Update From the Fish DepartmentThis was probably inevitable - now, thanks to your friends on the world wide web (motto: find a meme and exploit it by selling cheesy graphics and trinkets about it before it disapears), you can fill all your snakehead-related product needs at snakeheadstuff.com, including, they say, "clothing, sporting accessories, toys, games, and food snacks".</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/80491687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/80491687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80491687' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-80113716</id><published>2002-08-11T19:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-11T19:44:30.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To All Each Both of My Loyal Readers:I regret to announce that IBNH will be going on semi-hiatus for the next few months. Oh sure, there's family, work and civic responsibilities that must take precedence, but they've always been there - however, in less than two weeks now, I have an even more important responsibility to attend to. After all, they don't call me the Humble and Beloved </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/80113716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/80113716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80113716' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-80042156</id><published>2002-08-09T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-09T17:02:16.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, so much for work. My own paralegal (you'd think she'd be more productive, wouldn't you) just told me about Coffee Break Arcade, which has more time-wasting games in one place than I've ever seen in - well, in one place.And they have the Darts game!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/80042156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/80042156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80042156' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-79988400</id><published>2002-08-08T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-08T13:08:52.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He was good taking Cher to the opera in Moonstruck, and he was funny in Raising Arizona, but ever since the Academy tossed him an Oscar for Leaving Las Vegas, it somehow seems like Nicholas Cage has just been going through the motions. It must have finally caught up to him - he's selling his comic book collection; only 400 books, but one of them's a "really nice" copy of Action Comics #1. Gee, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79988400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79988400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79988400' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-79938325</id><published>2002-08-07T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-07T11:04:20.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So here's how my night went. Sometimes politics is a fistfight, sometimes its a chess game. To translate and (maybe) clarify - The by-law amendment under consideration (which would exempt Town building projects from the regular permitting process, i.e., no notice to abutters and no public hearings) needed a two-thirds vote to pass, which would be six votes from the Council. Only me and one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79938325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79938325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79938325' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-79897364</id><published>2002-08-06T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-06T14:01:20.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. The Oakland Raiders are still pissed off about Tom Brady's fumble/non-fumble last year. HA, ha, ha, ha, ha, HA!In other, completely unrelated news, when I went out for lunch today, two guys in a van tried to sell me a pair of speakers. I can't believe this old scam is still going on.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79897364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79897364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79897364' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-79894239</id><published>2002-08-06T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-06T11:46:21.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Via memepool, the Food Timeline. Quite an interesting resource that lays out chronologically the discovery or development of popular food items and recipies; almost every link on the timeline is interesting in itself.Where else would you learn that asparagus is about 1,400 years older than okra? Or that while mayonaise is 120 years older than tomato ketchup, mustard has them both beat by about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79894239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79894239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79894239' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-79845054</id><published>2002-08-05T10:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-05T10:14:56.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, we were shopping for leather chairs this weekend. I, of course, wanted to check the net as well. Did you know that you can purchase a $400 leather bean bag chair? I didn't either. Just another indispensable little item that will have to wait for my first million. For 50 bucks, though, the inflatable Yellow Submarine chair is looking pretty tempting.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79845054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79845054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79845054' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-79713832</id><published>2002-08-01T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-02T10:23:43.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now that everyone that I sent them to has got them (I think), and just in case anyone else in the Weird Wide World is interested, here's the track list (with my liner notes) for my MeFi/9622 CDs:MeFi Summer 2002 CD Swap - Disc 1dB�s - Amplifier  Just an old-fashioned love song and tale of domestic bliss. And an amplifier. How come they don�t write songs like this any more?Tones on Tail - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79713832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79713832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79713832' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-79683991</id><published>2002-08-01T08:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-01T08:01:01.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Best Headline of the Week.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79683991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79683991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79683991' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-79654690</id><published>2002-07-31T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-31T16:24:01.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was not aware that Tech TV is rerunning the entire classic Max Headroom series (heck, I was not aware that such a thing as �Tech TV� existed - check the listings for availability in your area).For the younger crowd, Max Headroom was everywhere in the early to mid �80s, but somehow managed to be one of the few pop-culture icons of the time that never got too obnoxiously omnipresent (at least </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79654690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79654690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79654690' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-79601442</id><published>2002-07-30T13:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-30T13:19:15.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vaguely Disturbing Trends DepartmentAs if there weren't enough websites selling all the old "As-Seen-on-TV" infomercial stuff, now I see someone has started up, not one, but a whole chain of mall stores to sell the stuff directly. Is it a good thing or a bad thing that now the people who would actually want to buy a "perfect pancake machine" or an "abs energizer" can do so out in public with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79601442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79601442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79601442' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-79577552</id><published>2002-07-29T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T23:18:06.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More Stories About Brothers-in-Law and FoodSo, I was reading kafkaesque's greatest hits and came across the bit about the Self-Mashing Potato Idea, and that reminded me of one of the wacky brothers-in-law; not the one who started the whole eXtreme Croquet thing, but the one who's the webmaster of the CECS site and who used to be a food scientist for Nabisco (and several other places as well).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79577552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79577552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79577552' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-79495095</id><published>2002-07-27T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-27T22:50:22.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes, this is just a straight news link. I promise my next entry will either be obtuse writing, in-depth analysis of something or other, or an oddball link to a minor bit of pop-cultural ephemera, but for the moment this somehow bothers me.Yeah, people see things all the times, and usually (always?) they're mistaken as to what they saw. But you don't scramble F-16's for hallucinations, swamp gas</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79495095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79495095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79495095' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-79418192</id><published>2002-07-25T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-25T22:10:50.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everybody in the world will be linking to this today, so I might as well too - Rock and Roll Confidential: Regrettable Band Promo Shots (aka the "Daily Douchebag").Hit the "next" button from any pic to continue laughing, or go here for an overview. Warning: it's not healthy to do too many at a single sitting.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79418192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79418192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79418192' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-79300002</id><published>2002-07-23T09:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-23T09:13:33.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Update from the Fish DepartmentI'd just like to point out that since I first reported on it, the Invasion of the Snakehead Fish has become the story of the summer, moving up to third place on the "current most over-reported news items" list, displacing pedophilic priests are everywhere but still unable to overtake omigod, watch out for random child abductions. The long-time champ, Dubya is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79300002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79300002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79300002' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-79236941</id><published>2002-07-21T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-22T00:05:03.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some good friends of ours have a friend of their own (yes, the mythical "friend of a friend', hereafter abbreviated as "FOAF", except that in this case, I have met the FOAF in question) who has them saving pull-tabs from beer cans for some charity or another. Mr. and Mrs. Good Friend dutifully collect the tabs, and turn them over in big plastic bags to the FOAF, although Mr. Good Friend has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79236941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79236941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79236941' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-79063179</id><published>2002-07-17T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-17T09:46:46.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uh-oh. Lawyers' malpractice insurance does not cover damages for spanking a client. May have to rethink that particular strategy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79063179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79063179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79063179' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-79045188</id><published>2002-07-16T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-16T22:47:42.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who the hell was Casper before he died, anyway? I've always leaned towards the Richie Rich theory, myself, but I dunno - perhaps he was Macaulay Culkin in a former life? Or maybe he was Kaspar Hauser? It'd just be too weird for him to have been Billy Casper, wouldn't it?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79045188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79045188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79045188' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-79023442</id><published>2002-07-16T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-16T12:30:12.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Pillar Mountain Golf Classic is an annual, one hole, Par 70 golf tournament to the top of 1400 ft. snow covered Pillar Mountain in Kodiak, Alaska. There�s a five-stroke penalty for waking the bears.Alternatively, if you�re not partial to frostbite, you could try the Black Rock Self-Invitational Desert Classic, held each year on the rock-hard Playa of the Black Rock Desert, Nevada, where 150</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79023442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/79023442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79023442' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-78920841</id><published>2002-07-13T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-13T22:22:22.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am also going to try to give wider exposure to this little story about Elvis, which came up in the course of a larger, light-hearted discussion of how everybody always calls for "Free Bird!" at concerts. I laughed, I cried, I'd see it again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/78920841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/78920841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78920841' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-78863558</id><published>2002-07-12T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-12T10:23:59.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From the World's Greatest Recipies file - Salted Water. The reader comments and reviews are what make this really hilarious.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/78863558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/78863558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78863558' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-78859200</id><published>2002-07-12T07:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-12T09:07:24.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>California's oldest inmate begs to stay in jail, but is released anyway at age 92; commits suicide a few days later. Even though I'd already seen the movie, that doesn't make the true story any less sad.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/78859200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/78859200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78859200' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-78801699</id><published>2002-07-10T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-10T23:23:54.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today Chris brought home a bag of Marpo Marshmallow Fun Cones (that's a terrible picture of them, though), which was the rarest of things - an old-timey candy I had never heard of before. They're basically packaged ice cream cones with flourescent marshmallow goo inside them instead of ice cream - she remembered them as a kid, though, and after eating half the bag agreed that once in thirty or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/78801699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/78801699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78801699' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-78800399</id><published>2002-07-10T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-10T22:34:14.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maybe I'm crazy (apologies to the differently-perceptive if that's an offensive term), but in my naivete, I actually thought today was a very good day on MetaFilter. And on MetaTalk, too!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/78800399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/78800399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78800399' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-78739914</id><published>2002-07-09T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-09T14:22:10.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, man. Just in case ColdChef and I manage to get the MetaFilter thread deleted by baiting the boo-hooers, here's an alternate source for The Big Book of Sign Language.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/78739914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/78739914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78739914' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-78739384</id><published>2002-07-09T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-09T14:02:20.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's another good reason why I don't drink iced coffee. I mean, besides the fact that coffee is supposed to be hot. And black, without sugar, milk, cream, frappucino, or any such fruity or spicy nonsense. You might as well serve nice cups of piping hot ice cream as sell iced coffee.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/78739384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/78739384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78739384' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-78712606</id><published>2002-07-08T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-08T22:55:38.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Update from the Duck DepartmentWe got our celebriducks today. I can now confirm that these are quality rubber ducks, well designed, well packaged, flawlessly rendered and promptly and accurately shipped. And they squeak, too! All of which, damnit, makes it darn nigh impossible to send any back. We finally agreed to return the Laurel and Hardy and the Charlie Chaplin, and Betty Boop is still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/78712606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/78712606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78712606' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-78658778</id><published>2002-07-07T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-07T17:00:40.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Smoke from Canadian forest fires has blown down to New England, and all day it has looked like a very odd sort of perpetual twilight, tinted a hazy rust. The appearance is very much like you'd expect to see on Mars, and the whole effect is very end-of-the-worldish. It's a little creepy, and I swear it's driving the birds and animals outside (and our cat and conure) absolutely nuts.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/78658778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/78658778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78658778' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-78654380</id><published>2002-07-07T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-07T14:27:32.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The only problem with four-day weekends is going back to work after they're over, and I'm dreading it already. This has also been a particularly busy four days, so although we've been doing things constantly, it seems like we haven't accomplished anything. Since there is so much worthwhile stuff to do, then, I'm wasting time here, naturally. Look up "procrastinate" in the dictionary if you want </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/78654380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/78654380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78654380' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-78559594</id><published>2002-07-04T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-04T16:04:17.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I believe somebody out there wanted to see some parade pictures . . .I am happy to report that the republic is secure in Franklin, Massachusetts.All right - I have completed my duties. Time to drink beer and eat hot dogs.Let freedom ring, y'all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/78559594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/78559594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78559594' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-78490919</id><published>2002-07-02T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-02T23:26:59.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I finally remembered why I was so taken with the juxtaposition of organ music and food. It was the damn Fin and Feather, in the unforgettably-named Gore, Oklahoma. Of course, they have a website now. Every place in the world has a website - I have a website. When I was a kid in Oklahoma, though, they didn't even have computers.My grandparents had a place on Paradise Hill, overlooking Lake </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/78490919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/78490919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78490919' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-78465164</id><published>2002-07-02T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-02T12:06:55.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today at the Brunching Shuttlecocks, Lore Sjoberg reprints a piece about the Pizza and Pipes Restaurant in Redwood City, California that he originally put in his weblog "Slumbering Lungfish" back in 1999. You can't get to the page anymore, but here's Google's cache of the original article from September 15, 1999.Now, I realize that no mortal is expected to be both funny and original 365 days a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/78465164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/78465164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78465164' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-78420514</id><published>2002-07-01T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-01T11:28:45.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wish me luck. Despite all warnings, and at great personal risk, I will still be marching in our Fourth of July Parade this Thursday. I regret that I have but one life to give to this stupid little podunk Town.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/78420514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/78420514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78420514' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473721.post-78413858</id><published>2002-07-01T07:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-01T07:36:05.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>130-year old bottle of Tabasco found in Nevada. Hell, they could've just looked in my refrigerator. There's one right between the 150-year old bottle of barbecue sauce and the 115-year old jar of chow-chow that you should never, never open.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/78413858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473721/posts/default/78413858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yhbc.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78413858' title=''/><author><name>yhbc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821165182198688467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
