<?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-5702929</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:22:30.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Drunken Monkey Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>It's no longer as entertaining, but it's certainly fun. Seattle living, Politics as seen from the Sanity Side, and plenty of adventures inbetween. Sporadically updated. Love it? Hate it? &lt;a href=mailto:thedrunkenmonkey@gmail.com&gt;Gimme some material to work with, then.&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702929.post-112381582902407378</id><published>2005-08-11T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T20:03:49.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back.   What’s a red herring? It’s when you take something most people don’t remember and throw it into the mix to distract people from the original intent. Apparently, the Defense Department has enlisted the help of country music superstar Clint Black to help link the war in Iraq and the events of September 11, 2001, once again.  It’s being labeled by Allison Barber, deputy assistant secretary </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/112381582902407378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/112381582902407378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112381582902407378' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-110370103347865810</id><published>2004-12-21T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T23:37:13.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I never quite understood my best friend’s obsession with all things military. From the time he was a teenager through college, he watched military films, but as a pinko environmentalist from the Left  Coast he was first intrigued by the military. Our first years in college were spent in liberal arts while Kerry got up at four AM every morning and drove the hour to the nearest ROTC center. But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/110370103347865810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/110370103347865810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110370103347865810' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-110220601170819475</id><published>2004-12-04T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T16:20:11.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  This little puppy  was written as a generic response to people who keep sending me chain letters. if you find yourself thinking that I might reply with this to you, please fucking stop sending them.     You’ve received this because beyond all karmic impossibility, you’ve sent me a chain letter that asks me to forward said chain to as many people as I possibly can. Rather than do this, permit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/110220601170819475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/110220601170819475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110220601170819475' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-110066726342779303</id><published>2004-11-16T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T20:54:23.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>           &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;        &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Clean   DocumentEmail                            MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;  st1\:*{behavior:url(#default#ieooui) }  &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt;   /* Style Definitions */   table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/110066726342779303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/110066726342779303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110066726342779303' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-110007515010228624</id><published>2004-11-10T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T00:25:50.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Huh. Interesting.Seems this thing got popular all of a sudden. Six people asked me to trade links with them in the last few days. Specifically, to different blogs. From the escort in New York to the guy living in Japan on a schoolteacher's salary.The closest thing I've found about this sort of thing lately is not so much that this is a flashy pretty blog with lots of neat stuff and wild </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/110007515010228624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/110007515010228624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110007515010228624' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-109936721620921925</id><published>2004-11-01T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T19:46:56.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From the “No, no no, we’re a totally partisan newspaper that just really LOVES George W. Bush and his nepotist nest of ne’er do wells” Washington Post came this snarky attack on their rival, the actual factual “We Don’t Make This Up Or Let Condi Lead Us Around By the Nose” New York Times…   After disappearing to an undisclosed location around the time of the Abu Ghraib scandal, acerbic SecDef </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/109936721620921925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/109936721620921925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109936721620921925' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-109884247130769431</id><published>2004-10-26T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T19:01:11.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>               &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;        &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;        Clean   Clean   DocumentEmail                            MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;  st1\:*{behavior:url(#default#ieooui) }  &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt;   /* Style Definitions */   table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/109884247130769431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/109884247130769431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109884247130769431' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-109794994687982411</id><published>2004-10-16T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T11:05:46.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>            &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;        &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Clean   Clean   DocumentEmail                            MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;  st1\:*{behavior:url(#default#ieooui) }  &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt;   /* Style Definitions */   table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/109794994687982411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/109794994687982411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109794994687982411' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-109229147354665666</id><published>2004-08-11T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T23:17:53.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boom. There goes Washington, DC. Boom. There goes New York City. Boom. There goes Los Angeles. Suddenly the entire United States is on alert – all the major cities rush to find shelter from the fallout, and the war has begun. Nuclear war’s beginning is starting right now – and it’s starting with the Bush administration’s neglect of the nuclear nonproliferation treaty.It’s not going to be the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/109229147354665666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/109229147354665666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109229147354665666' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-109028699268740815</id><published>2004-07-19T18:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T19:23:40.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wrote something about a draft across the United States back in September. It was…slightly off-putting for me to read it again. I still can’t quite understand some of the issues that Democratic Representatives Rangel and others have chosen to make about the issue of the draft.According to Rangel, the draft would conscript from all walks of life, from the highborn to the lowest of the low. And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/109028699268740815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/109028699268740815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109028699268740815' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-108896923737204648</id><published>2004-07-04T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T12:27:17.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So today, in the USA Today paper (generally speaking the most widely-read newspaper in the United States), Lawrence Di Rita, principal deputy assistant secretary of Defense for public affairs in Washington D.C accused USA Today of misleading its readers with the front-page story “RUMSFELD OK’D HARSH TREATMENT” – which gave great detail as to the specific torture limits approved by the Secretary </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/108896923737204648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/108896923737204648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108896923737204648' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-108847534607332145</id><published>2004-06-28T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T19:15:46.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Looking through the last few weeks’ news, I keep wondering two things.One, why anyone believes a word out of the Bush administration’s mouths. Two: why his poll numbers continue to hover in the upper 40s. It’s obvious at this point that the Bush administration is guilty of most of the most egregious transgressions on American and international freedom. The two leaked memos – one from White </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/108847534607332145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/108847534607332145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108847534607332145' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-108769988508615945</id><published>2004-06-19T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T19:51:25.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of the worst things someone ever has to do is to tell someone they love dearly they can't stay where you live when they come visit. God that fucking sucks ass. Friendship should trump all other things, but...god, when you have to live with someone else 345 days out of the year, the needs out the house sometimes have to take precedence over what you want.I feel like shit, but I also fucking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/108769988508615945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/108769988508615945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108769988508615945' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-108763270681285906</id><published>2004-06-19T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T01:11:46.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And in other news, randomness is very cute.On that note, I'm watching Looney Tunes now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/108763270681285906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/108763270681285906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108763270681285906' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-108511431663364511</id><published>2004-05-20T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T21:38:36.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Money money money by the pound!I keep hearing the song from Disney’s movie “Pete’s Dragon” run in my head. In that movie, a flim-flam man and his inept assistant run from town to town selling quack cures to people. In the first description, both the good doctor and his assistant ride a wagon into the middle of the town square – to a less than chilly reception. “Oh, no, I think they remember us.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/108511431663364511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/108511431663364511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108511431663364511' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-108503703741543906</id><published>2004-05-20T00:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T00:10:37.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ADD Resources: Adult ADD Symptom ChecklistFUCK.It's official.I've been putting this off for a very long time.Time for me to meet the shrink once again. Of course, after checking with Premera Blue Cross tomorrow morning to make sure my ass is covered for this.Oh, the fun that is...hey, I think I'd like to get a Novara mountain cruiser bike.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/108503703741543906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/108503703741543906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108503703741543906' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-108503703486968577</id><published>2004-05-20T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T00:10:34.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ADD Resources: Adult ADD Symptom ChecklistFUCK.It's official.I've been putting this off for a very long time.Time for me to meet the shrink once again. Of course, after checking with Premera Blue Cross tomorrow morning to make sure my ass is covered for this.Oh, the fun that is...hey, I think I'd like to get a Novara mountain cruiser bike.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/108503703486968577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/108503703486968577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108503703486968577' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-108501944252218720</id><published>2004-05-19T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T19:17:22.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CNN.com - All apologies: OutKast What’s the reason for an apology? What form does it really come from? In one of the forums I participate in, we were discussing a theory of reasons.The theory of reasons put forth by one Scott Maddix is that if asked to, say, watch a movie like Van Helsing, and I refuse, most times I will feel obligated to give a reason for my refusal. I could say that I heard</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/108501944252218720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/108501944252218720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108501944252218720' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-108485019826553801</id><published>2004-05-17T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T20:16:46.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The hilarious thing about John Kerry's daughter appearing in a see-through dress at the Cannes Film Festival is that not only are people screaming bloody murder (primarily about not voting for Kerry because of his daughter's choice of clothing) about a grown woman well above the age of consent (who makes her own choices about her clothing)......but that these same people were mysteriously </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/108485019826553801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/108485019826553801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108485019826553801' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-108484883396481888</id><published>2004-05-17T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T19:53:53.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here’s my problem.I am having the hardest time biting my tongue when I hear someone say in casual conversation, “We have to know what the terrorists know at any cost.”Primarily because I work in a fairly conservative area, and my political opinions regarding this sort of workplace conversation are akin to the “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” rule – don’t ask me what I think and I won’t tell you that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/108484883396481888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/108484883396481888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108484883396481888' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-108466666741349883</id><published>2004-05-15T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T17:17:47.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Workin' on it.I'm workin on it.Updating infrequently.Beer is nice to drink.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/108466666741349883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/108466666741349883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108466666741349883' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-108252753635972080</id><published>2004-04-20T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T23:08:34.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a difference one year makes. I am so mentally drained by the conflict in Iraq, and the evidence that says the current administration lied, cheated, bullied, distorted, stole, embezzled, and defrauded their way to war that I'm seriously debating just stopping all civilized discussion about it.Because I've found that the people who might actually want to hear about corrupt governments and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/108252753635972080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/108252753635972080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108252753635972080' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-108088185698285887</id><published>2004-04-01T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T21:00:14.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am alive.Further than that, I am still writing.Somewhat.It was an ugly two weeks.Soon shall I blog again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/108088185698285887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/108088185698285887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108088185698285887' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-107949153100232692</id><published>2004-03-16T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T18:47:53.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bush in 30 SecondsYesterday, Spain’s newly elected prime minister indicated that he would remove the 1,300 Spanish troops from the Iraqi conflict, and remove Spain from Bush’s “Coalition of the Willing.” Within minutes, the conservative Americans began leaping to the attack on the Spanish, and President Bush himself this morning called the Spanish people “cowards” on national television. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/107949153100232692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/107949153100232692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107949153100232692' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-107725787500355710</id><published>2004-02-19T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T22:19:51.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>xForums -&gt; Ann Coulter is a bitchFirst off.I am concerned.I am concerned because I am feeling impulsive. Travel-impulsive, as it were.Impulsive feelings bother me intuitively because I’ve spent quite some time over the past five years battening down the impulsive urges. They get me into trouble. They have placed me in the line of fire of a police cocaine raid. They have stuck my butt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/107725787500355710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/107725787500355710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107725787500355710' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-107525602318832385</id><published>2004-01-27T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T18:15:16.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Plato's Republic: Statesman, G.B. Trudeau &amp; Doonesbury...For eight years, Doonesbury portrayed William Clinton as a waffle, dripping with butter. The last president had a penchant for Big Macs and fried foods, and there was more than one version of the cartoon image. When Bush came into office, Gary Trudeau immediately put a feather to the face – literally. But then a 10-gallon cowboy hat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/107525602318832385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/107525602318832385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107525602318832385' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-107491370551479428</id><published>2004-01-23T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T19:09:55.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you think this is funny, you're...well, you're not normal.One of the best things about being a kid in the 1980’s was the toys. At the age of eight, I was an enthralled witness to the epic battle of the Transformers: Autobot versus DeceptiCon; GIJoe versus Cobra. The girls in our neighborhood played with Barbies and imagined worlds of shopping, domesticity, and having sodas with friends at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/107491370551479428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/107491370551479428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107491370551479428' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-107385335107601714</id><published>2004-01-11T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T12:37:08.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>George W. Bush's ResumeI love my mom. Every so often she sends me something just too marvelous for words...                                 THE BUSH RESUME                                  George W. Bush                                The White House, USA   EDUCATION AND EXPERIENCE:  LAW ENFORCEMENT:  I was arrested in Kennebunkport, Maine, in 1976 for driving under the influence </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/107385335107601714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/107385335107601714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107385335107601714' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-107225767322081304</id><published>2003-12-24T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T01:22:12.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I've returned to Eugene, Oregon, the land of the disparate university professor and the former metro area home of deceased uberhippie Ken Kesey - of "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest", "Sometimes a Great Notion", and the Electric Kool-Aid Acid test fame. Oddly enough, while Kesey is best remembered for taking more drugs than could potentially kill a horse in one sitting, his main contribution </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/107225767322081304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/107225767322081304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107225767322081304' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-107182241269106396</id><published>2003-12-19T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T00:27:46.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Garfield the MovieI am arming a posse now. We will bring the guns, the knives, the diarrhetic babies, the mad cows and the sane cows. WE WILL BURN 20th Century Fox to THE GROUND!Then, perhaps, we shall be rid of the pestilence that is Garfield.Seriously. The guy who drew this should have been put out to pasture years ago. No movies. No deals. No bloody animatronic cats. No dancing felines. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/107182241269106396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/107182241269106396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107182241269106396' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106983811912628982</id><published>2003-11-26T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T01:15:50.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Wandering Ones by dayIf you read this blog, you know several things about me, my life, and my propensity towards waxing poetic at moments that may or may not make sense to others.Tonight, a chap I know mourns his grandmother - a woman who passed after 93 years upon the spaceship Earth. Sinic, if you're out there, remember these small things:From what you've told me, your GMa was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106983811912628982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106983811912628982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106983811912628982' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106973806667188827</id><published>2003-11-24T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T21:28:16.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Match.com: Millions of possibilities to meet your matchIt must be said that I have rules and laws regarding dates. Especially ones engaged upon the Internet. Rule number one: expect nothing at all and empty your head in a Zen fashion - in this manner, you are always pleasantly surprised.So. In the spirit of ending my singleness and the random kisses in the park, I invite the woman I've had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106973806667188827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106973806667188827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106973806667188827' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106962743729087450</id><published>2003-11-23T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T14:44:25.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amazon.com: Computer &amp; Video Games: Unreal ChampionshipSo here's a short thought that cropped up with my good friend John:John writes: So the other night, a man that I would have at one time considered a friend got pissed off at me, and while I was in the process of attempting to apologize for whatever I had done that pissed him off he decided to hit me a few times.  Honestly I've been hit a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106962743729087450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106962743729087450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106962743729087450' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106939323221072088</id><published>2003-11-20T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T21:40:58.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I've not posted in eons. But. I've been doing other things with the length and breadth of my writing talents.I shall post these shortly, and they'll all be in timeline somewhat similar to that of the posting arena.But tonight I'm watching movies I got from Netflix, surfing the net, and trying to figure out what the bloody hell my cat is doing to the blankets on the futon. He's being very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106939323221072088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106939323221072088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106939323221072088' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106749328263121268</id><published>2003-10-29T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T21:54:37.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wishful thinking in the arcane world of spam.Definition: irony.Ironic, that both my roommate and I had heard marvelous things of this movie "The Returner".Last Friday, in bitter glee, we made it to the movie with a flask of whiskey and a bag of Sour Patch Kids to watch this movie surely made and released without anyone's knowledge.Yesterday Martin finds it on the shelf at our favorite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106749328263121268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106749328263121268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106749328263121268' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106748202087670361</id><published>2003-10-29T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T18:46:57.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So...yeah. I've not blogged anything in a while. Mainly due to stress, work, and cheese. Lots of cheese.On the plus side, I ran into an old college friend this morning while I was dropping off my car for repair - turns out the girl hasn't appeared to age a bit in 6 years.How the hell can women DO that?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106748202087670361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106748202087670361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106748202087670361' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106681047332535576</id><published>2003-10-22T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T01:14:33.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GSK VaccinesYou know what sucks most about updating your tetanus shots?Your left arm (the one they did the Hep B, Tet, Flu, AND blood draw from in one hour) hurts like your friend's been doing the "two for flinching" act that made you finally haul off and deck him one in the seventh grade.Thus I can't really type as much as I was earlier. This sucketh mucheth. And I can't take the meds I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106681047332535576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106681047332535576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106681047332535576' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106663473208062061</id><published>2003-10-20T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T00:27:16.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>xForumsThe frequently asked questions in my life are starting to bug me. Therefore I’ve decided building up this FAQ list is the best thing for it. For once and for all. I’m not answering these questions again.Q. You’re really tall. Have you always been tall?No. Once upon a time, my mother, a 6’2” Irish-Germanic lady, married my father, a 6’6” Crow/Scotch Irish man. When I was born I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106663473208062061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106663473208062061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106663473208062061' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106636861007012271</id><published>2003-10-16T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T22:30:09.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fitness on MSN : Exercise &amp; TrainOkay, so I'm going through the lists of things I must and must not do to myself. Numero uno is taken care of - goodbye smoking, forever. Yay. Maybe now I can actually manage to continue this "run five miles every so often" thing I've found myself doing.So now I get through looking up fitness regiments, looking for my personal combo of yoga, pilates, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106636861007012271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106636861007012271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106636861007012271' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106586043029561404</id><published>2003-10-11T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T01:47:31.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>binary code is cool!Follow the link. Fun for all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106586043029561404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106586043029561404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106586043029561404' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106574882486182400</id><published>2003-10-09T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T18:20:24.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CNN.com - Rangel calls for mandatory military service Just as soon as you thought the Republican administration were the only idiots to hit Washington DC, now we've got Representative Rangel and Senator Hollings clamoring to bring back the draft.There's multiple reasons I oppose a military draft, or requiring young men to arm up and go parade around the world acting like soldiers - or face </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106574882486182400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106574882486182400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106574882486182400' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106567151127912565</id><published>2003-10-08T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T20:56:20.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Marriage Protection Week, 2003FUCK.Seriously. That's all I can say about this.WHAT. THE. FUCK.Now what? Will I get tax credits if I go to Vegas for the weekend? Should I get married just so I can have another $3,000 in my pocket while the top 1% get another $300,000 tax credit?FUCK FUCK FUCK.I'm pissed. Making rum drinks now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106567151127912565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106567151127912565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106567151127912565' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106566506256251677</id><published>2003-10-08T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T19:34:53.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, it's all about you, Ah-nold.There's nothing I can say about the California gubernatorial election that hasn't been said before. I can only wonder why the friends I have in the state of California were the minority when it came to throwing the democratic processes out the window. I suppose, in a way, that Gray Davis has met defeat for the last time. I sure hope so - his political career </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106566506256251677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106566506256251677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106566506256251677' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106559362414291911</id><published>2003-10-07T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T23:13:44.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OLGA - The On-Line Guitar ArchiveWhat I don't get is that with the RIAA raising hell with MP3s, they haven't gone after my favorite chord progression site at all.Nothing better than learning how to play Front 242 on an acoustic guitar. Yeah, baby.4,000 words last night, 2,500 tonight. But they got put somewhere other than here, because the first ain't going here, and the second...she is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106559362414291911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106559362414291911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106559362414291911' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106557574588231260</id><published>2003-10-07T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T18:15:45.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SCARY GO ROUND by John Allison :: MONDAY TO FRIDAY :: COMICWhen I build my pub, I will have one of these in the mens' restroom.Girls, you can fend for yourselves.I will post more coherently after my session and sound more intelligent. Bleah.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106557574588231260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106557574588231260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106557574588231260' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106507897473942234</id><published>2003-10-02T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T00:16:14.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Drunken Monkey BlogDid I mention that I'm going to dance upon the graves of the guy who invented spam?400 freakin' numbers. My god. Seriously though, there's something wrong with the world if John Ashcroft is encouraging prosecutors NOT to do a plea bargain in any case if they think they can get the maximum penalty...and then someone in the White House leaked an undercover CIA agent's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106507897473942234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106507897473942234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106507897473942234' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106506926495159190</id><published>2003-10-01T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T21:34:24.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What the heck *is* emo anyway? I am about a biscuit away from committing sacriligious murder on my ISP. People talk about this, but oh, no. No no no. I'm definitely gonna do it.I'm a-switchin' to comcast, mo-fos.Oh yeah. What's emo? Emo is emotional music. Dashboard Confessional? (THEY SUCK.) The White Stripes? (THEY ARKANSAS-SIBLING-LOVING-SUCK). And let's see...oh, hell, the only group that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106506926495159190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106506926495159190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106506926495159190' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106506267230117883</id><published>2003-10-01T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T19:44:31.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Queen of Wands - Friday, January 17, 2003Oh dear god is this true. Yes. Yes it is.Women, please take notes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106506267230117883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106506267230117883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106506267230117883' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106499397459494250</id><published>2003-10-01T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T00:52:35.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>something positive - the comic equivelant of the island of misfit toysWhy I giggle...oh, the humanity of it all.it's to bed for the monkey and his cat.soon, yes, I shall eviscerate someone in public. Well, verbally, anyway. How many times CAN you go out on a final date with a woman, cheerfully drink a margarita, have her tell you, "I was wrong...I think we aren't really going to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106499397459494250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106499397459494250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106499397459494250' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106479994226120673</id><published>2003-09-28T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T18:45:41.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>something positive - comics pastAh, maestro...give me a song for the bitter, shall we?Tuning up - yes, there's the beat, and we're playing "Give me my money back, you bitch" by Ben Folds Five.Before I earn the title of "Bitchy McCripple", I shall only say that I'm finished, done, out of here with meeting 'Net daters. Completely. I'm tired of hearing, "Well, you're such a nice guy" - or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106479994226120673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106479994226120673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106479994226120673' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106429703358303965</id><published>2003-09-22T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T23:03:53.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Muppet are You? - QuizillaApparently, I'm Gonzo.Scary, scary, scary.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106429703358303965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106429703358303965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106429703358303965' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106429478604744472</id><published>2003-09-22T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T22:26:25.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EFF: How Not To Get Sued by the RIAA for File-sharingAfter hearing a program this morning on the local NPR affiliate, KUOW I got in my car and headed north to my job, where intellectual copyright infringement is a naughty, naughty thing.See, where I work, it's generally considered bad form to rip off someone else's design and pass it as your own. But sometimes that's how things get done. For </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106429478604744472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106429478604744472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106429478604744472' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106428162780150789</id><published>2003-09-22T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T18:47:07.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Salon.com News | Would you let your sister vote for this man?Oh HELL no.Then again, my sister's not a mucking foron.That's why I love her.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106428162780150789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106428162780150789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106428162780150789' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106428083073348708</id><published>2003-09-22T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T20:25:54.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>U.S. News: For better or worse, the Internet is radically changing dating and romance in America(9/29/03)Oy. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have Internet dating. Aside from the fact that nobody else in my social circle does it, or thinks it's a good idea...well, let's just say I've had several dates both online and offline since it became a phenomenon.Online, I've had good dates. Bad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106428083073348708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106428083073348708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106428083073348708' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106428012525823599</id><published>2003-09-22T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T18:23:01.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>U.S. News: Was the mission accomplished?I find this a little disturbing. Recently Bush has been backpedaling his former statements. The "bring 'em on" swagger that characterized a wartime president in full military gear, landing on the deck of an aircraft carrier with his parachute harness emphasized for a crotch-forward photoshoot - has now become a "well, we never really SAID that..."It's a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106428012525823599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106428012525823599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106428012525823599' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106403009104679558</id><published>2003-09-19T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T20:54:50.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guardian Unlimited | Special reports | Galileo on course for suicide missionSo I read in the paper today that because Europa has a surface of nothing but ice and the crash of Galileo would "affect" Europa for future study (jeez, the thing's not much bigger than a computer desk) the NASA scientists decided instead to smush the poor thing down in one of the most volcanic moons of Jupiter.Wow. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106403009104679558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106403009104679558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106403009104679558' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106393814702568043</id><published>2003-09-18T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T19:22:26.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nothing to report.Yeah, recent events have conspired to shelve creative writing for a bit. Nothing serious, I'm just brain-tired.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106393814702568043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106393814702568043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106393814702568043' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106342307259253467</id><published>2003-09-12T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T20:17:52.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The bear cub going homeOkay. I'll buy the idea that in some area of the world, bears are nuisances, not lovable critters.I'll buy the idea that bear cubs are cute and cuddly.I'll even buy the idea that some people do not have the same concept of right and wrong.But this article made me seriously contemplate joining an offshoot of PETA dedicated to dispensing some Hammurabian justice up in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106342307259253467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106342307259253467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106342307259253467' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106334828001236783</id><published>2003-09-11T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T23:31:19.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Devils Panties - Friday, September 12, 2003I might also add this comic rocks.I'll post more happy comics links soon enough.But I will share with you my secret shame: I read "Luann". Yes. My name is Brian, and I read "Luann".I need a hug.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106334828001236783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106334828001236783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106334828001236783' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106334795510861073</id><published>2003-09-11T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T23:25:55.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh yeah. Happy 9/11 everyone.Or: Yet Another Good Excuse to Drop $200 Billion on Next Year's Hunt for That Wascawwy Wabbit Bin Waden.I don't know what gets me more depressed - the fact that 3,000 people died two years ago as I was driving to my 3rd week of official employment as a nonleeching member of society (to a job exclusively dependent on airline security and a healthy economy) or the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106334795510861073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106334795510861073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106334795510861073' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106334505829361859</id><published>2003-09-11T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T22:37:38.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wasn't there something about giving back to the community planned this year? Somewhere on the top ten list of things I should do?I think the list went something like this:1. Lose weight.2. Quit smoking.3. Try to be nice at least 65% of the time, even when you're being nice by laughing at someone else's pain and suffering.4. Quit smoking with friends during stressful moments.5. Finish one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106334505829361859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106334505829361859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106334505829361859' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106315985916055792</id><published>2003-09-09T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T19:10:59.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I'm tired, exhausted, and pulled two nasty long days in a row - on top of having my very good friends here until just this morning. So this would explain why there hasn't been a blogpost or even a social "hello" to anyone save my friends from out of town for three or four days.Not that the general disappearance of yours truly for three days bothers anyone who minds my vanishing acts too much</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106315985916055792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106315985916055792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106315985916055792' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106274752027192355</id><published>2003-09-05T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T00:38:40.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I went to the University of Oregon, I worked in a computer lab. That’s not precisely the best description. What should be said is that I worked in the worst computer lab on the entire campus in the bowels of the largest building.What made it the worst computer lab was not the equipment (although we spent a good amount of time replacing hard drives, turning off computers, and banging </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106274752027192355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106274752027192355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106274752027192355' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106257605374802327</id><published>2003-09-03T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T01:00:53.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GRORWL GROWL GRRRRRRRRRRRR STUPID INTERNET EXPLORER EAT LONG POST SPENT HOUR WORKING ON DIE DIE DIE MORON WHO  DESIGNED INTERFACE ALL WILL PERISH UNDER MY CURSES OF EVIL.Ahem. May the fool who thought, "Close group" as a command in IE XP would be a good thing find themselves strapped to a table with ferrets shoved down their pants to prove his manhood.That is, unless they like that sort of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106257605374802327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106257605374802327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106257605374802327' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106255109785646361</id><published>2003-09-02T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T18:04:57.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>National Dean in 2004 Meetup Day -- Join other Dean Supporters near Seattle, WAMy Goal for the Night - To make it to Piecora's Pizza at 1401 E. Madison in Seattle, WA for the 7 PM Dean for America Meetup. Yay.I am so damn political it's not even funny.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106255109785646361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106255109785646361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106255109785646361' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106240812428015794</id><published>2003-09-01T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T02:22:04.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cat My Cat's Breath Smells Like (Wet) Cat FoodThe cat is one persistent Son-Of-A-Female-Cat-That-Was-Improperly-Neutered-And-Thus-Spewed-Forth-A-Rain-of-Kittens. He now has EIGHT, count'em EIGHT boxes of wet cat food.I have lost the argument.I am officially NOT the Master of the relationship.I am the big warm hairless ape that brings food.So nice to know your place for once.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106240812428015794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106240812428015794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106240812428015794' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106240694059162377</id><published>2003-09-01T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T02:02:20.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WE MUST DISSENT.I have been playing a game by Microsoft called Freelancer. For those of you unfamiliar in the gaming world, Freelancer was sparked by Starlancer and Escape Override – starship games where you take the role of an intergalactic trader and start heading through the Sirius sector, out to make your way in the world. Pulling yourself up by the bootstraps, as it were – and maybe you’ll</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106240694059162377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106240694059162377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106240694059162377' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106227668677462278</id><published>2003-08-30T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T13:52:19.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Existential Diary of a Man with Flu. Or Montezuma's Revenge. Or Something.8 AM, Wednesday morning.I wake up feeling like someone has shoved rotten mangoes into my mouth all night. My eyes are sore – even to the tips of the lash. I am NOT going to work today. Yesterday’s half-day off, staggering home was not exactly the biggest picnic in the world, but in essence, a combination of a flu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106227668677462278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106227668677462278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106227668677462278' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106194932374743934</id><published>2003-08-26T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T18:55:23.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome to the White House - WWW.WHITEHOUSE.ORGI love this site. From pretty much everything to the patriotic thong underwear and the bumper stickers to the down and dirty dishing, this thing is hilarious...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106194932374743934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106194932374743934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106194932374743934' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106186262523614497</id><published>2003-08-25T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T18:50:25.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Salon.com News | EPA watchdog rips White HouseWow. Not only is the White House administration telling half-truths about the "war on drugs...I mean terror...I mean, they're intricately linked, so don't puff on that doobie lest you see the Space Needle go kablooie...dontcha know them pot-smoking queer marriage Canadians are goin' crazy on the US of A these days?" but the public health risks from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106186262523614497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106186262523614497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106186262523614497' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106184935104843908</id><published>2003-08-25T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T15:09:11.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wapsi Square - Monday, August 25, 2003Nothing to report. I am still suffering from Montezuma's Revenge - although just getting back from the gym and a bit of food shopping helped. Now I'm just getting to the point where I'm about to snooze again...ugh. I don't like being sick.And the interesting thing is, Niquodemus doesn't quite realize it yet, but there's no more wet cat food for him. So </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106184935104843908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106184935104843908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106184935104843908' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106176905460240477</id><published>2003-08-24T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T16:50:54.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alec Guinness Blasts Jedi 'Mumbo Jumbo'Lest you think Ewan's alone in his dislike of Lucas' "art"...Sir Alec Guinness also had a few things to say about it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106176905460240477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106176905460240477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106176905460240477' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106176894469497522</id><published>2003-08-24T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T16:49:04.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ewan McGregor turned to drink to cope with depressionGo figger. Even Lucas has turned into the worst kind of sell-out in the world. Starting in 1979, Star Wars spawned a franchise. It's the geeky boy's paradise. However, I am and will always remain a ST:NG fan. Even though seeing Ewan do musicals and run amuck with a lightsaber was more than a little fun...George Lucas appears to have a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106176894469497522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106176894469497522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106176894469497522' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106160045698114526</id><published>2003-08-22T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T18:00:57.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dean for America: Contribute Today!Why, you ask?Because of two things.Howard Dean, as opposed to many of the other political candidates, opposed the CURRENT Iraqi war while supporting the first Gulf War politically - in the face of naked aggression by a hostile state, it made perfect sense for a U.N.-backed mandate to clean up the region and restore Kuwait to its rightful place. But now...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106160045698114526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106160045698114526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106160045698114526' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106159925048791553</id><published>2003-08-22T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T17:40:50.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>John Ashcroft and Post 9/11 Racial DiscriminationThis ties in somewhat with the story I recall below, but it's a very disturbing thought when the US Attorney General is accused of racist tactics to intimidate suspected "terrorists" into revealing information - to cover up the fact that the current Bush administration has failed in a cruel and unusual manner to protect Americans from terror.to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106159925048791553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106159925048791553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106159925048791553' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106142914546385699</id><published>2003-08-20T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T18:25:45.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WARNING: POLITICS AHEADYesterday I was listening to 94.9 KUOW, the Seattle NPR affiliate. Amid the discussions of city councilors and other local news, the news that the U.N HQ in Baghdad had been bombed came through - and at first, I thought, wow, another bombing. What a tragedy. And then it dawned on me - this isn't just another anti-American attack. They hit the United Nations. The groups </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106142914546385699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106142914546385699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106142914546385699' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106136365116051059</id><published>2003-08-20T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T00:14:11.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ThinkGeek :: I'm blogging this.Damn skippy. I'm buying one of these and I don't care how damn trendy a blog is supposed to be. If someone sees me coming, they know they have a good chance of getting eviscerated verbally.Whoo. I'm loving this. Of course, that would actually require I not spend hours upon hours typing away on the computer, and actually interact with the outside world.But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106136365116051059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106136365116051059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106136365116051059' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106136344302580698</id><published>2003-08-20T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T00:10:43.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amazon.com: Your Wish ListI wish I could say that I don't find this sort of thing neccessary these days. I hate coming across as some kind of cheap materialist. However, at one point during the past few Christmases and holidays, I decided that getting gift certificates - in a word - sucks.Point being, if I want some of this stuff on here, it's kind of a "catchall" for the things I will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106136344302580698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106136344302580698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106136344302580698' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106136133505193346</id><published>2003-08-19T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T23:35:35.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last but not least...In October the United States Federal government will make it official - telemarketers DIE!Or they actually won't die, but if your name is on the national DO NOT CALL registry, or your phone number is, it is illegal for the buggers to pick up your phone number, call you, and say, "Good evening, Mr. Wise. Would you like to refinance your home tonight?"Instead of coming up</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106136133505193346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106136133505193346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106136133505193346' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106136003465678065</id><published>2003-08-19T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T23:13:54.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thoughts on creating a simple life:1. Reduce the amount of stuff you have in your life.Now that's fairly easy. Every year most of us go through our closests and pull down clothes we never wear or shoes we've worn once because they hurt our feet. There's that couch you always hate to sit in because of the sprung back. That chair with the loose leg. The table that squeaks; the old oak dining </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106136003465678065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106136003465678065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106136003465678065' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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-5702929.post-106135772155215411</id><published>2003-08-19T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T22:35:21.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So today I wound up deleting all of the games off of my computer. I suppose it’s not so much of an attack on the gaming industry – it’s just that between work, school, and getting into the gym four days a week, I’m no longer the guy who can sit down and play fifteen hours of Unreal Tournament without blinking. This is kind of a scary concept for someone who still thinks of himself as a grade-A </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106135772155215411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702929/posts/default/106135772155215411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedrunkenmonkey.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106135772155215411' title=''/><author><name>The Caustic Culinary</name><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>
