<?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-3867360461314763423</id><updated>2011-06-08T00:04:38.658-05:00</updated><category term='vocabulary'/><title type='text'>Snoodery</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-2619394559311159503</id><published>2008-10-17T20:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T22:02:23.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternative Energy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cats always land on their feet.  Buttered toast always lands buttered-side-down.  What would happen if you strapped buttered toast to a cat and dropped it?  Would it hover over the ground, spinning endlessly?  I think yes.  The next thing to consider is how to harness this previously untapped source of energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-2619394559311159503?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/2619394559311159503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=2619394559311159503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/2619394559311159503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/2619394559311159503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2008/10/alternative-energy.html' title='Alternative Energy'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11452947901610211363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-553248334663704835</id><published>2008-01-25T00:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T00:18:55.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Berries?!  Berries and what else?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You know you like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hsPFyoEpGVA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hsPFyoEpGVA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bSZryimnMuo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bSZryimnMuo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-553248334663704835?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/553248334663704835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=553248334663704835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/553248334663704835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/553248334663704835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2008/01/berries-berries-and-what-else.html' title='Berries?!  Berries and what else?!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11452947901610211363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-5629178276197667744</id><published>2008-01-09T21:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T21:36:36.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Are those trainers?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's how the Brits do beer ads.  Gotta love the inspirational music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: verdana;" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uu_CFjqWWl4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uu_CFjqWWl4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The ad is for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carling"&gt;Carling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, which I highly recommend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-5629178276197667744?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/5629178276197667744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=5629178276197667744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/5629178276197667744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/5629178276197667744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2008/01/are-those-trainers.html' title='&quot;Are those trainers?&quot;'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11452947901610211363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-4817750198666178546</id><published>2008-01-09T07:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T08:21:11.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>England Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here are my pictures from England.  Please note the following images are links to albums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 194px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: transparent url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat scroll left center; height: 194px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/joel.williams7/TheHomesteadBurntYates"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/joel.williams7/R3gGxrkxl2E/AAAAAAAAAf4/__jKvOyq2wA/s160-c/TheHomesteadBurntYates.jpg" style="margin: 1px 0pt 0pt 4px;" height="160" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/joel.williams7/TheHomesteadBurntYates" style="color: rgb(77, 77, 77); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"&gt;The Homestead, Burnt Yates&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 194px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: transparent url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat scroll left center; height: 194px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/joel.williams7/HarrogateAndEnvirons"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/joel.williams7/R2xO3bkxlWE/AAAAAAAAAx4/0EYaR6wtkZ4/s160-c/HarrogateAndEnvirons.jpg" style="margin: 1px 0pt 0pt 4px;" height="160" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/joel.williams7/HarrogateAndEnvirons" style="color: rgb(77, 77, 77); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Harrogate and Environs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 194px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: transparent url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat scroll left center; height: 194px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/joel.williams7/York1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/joel.williams7/R2xRrrkxlmE/AAAAAAAAAVU/KQT6s2Rw1AQ/s160-c/York1.jpg" style="margin: 1px 0pt 0pt 4px;" height="160" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/joel.williams7/York1" style="color: rgb(77, 77, 77); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"&gt;York 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 194px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: transparent url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat scroll left center; height: 194px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/joel.williams7/BoltonAbbey"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/joel.williams7/R4FrXLkxmhE/AAAAAAAAAjM/kp-aJT33uew/s160-c/BoltonAbbey.jpg" style="margin: 1px 0pt 0pt 4px;" height="160" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/joel.williams7/BoltonAbbey" style="color: rgb(77, 77, 77); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Bolton Abbey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 194px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: transparent url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat scroll left center; height: 194px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/joel.williams7/FountainsAbbey"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/joel.williams7/R4H8E7kxm7E/AAAAAAAAArA/-YzzS2DQGi4/s160-c/FountainsAbbey.jpg" style="margin: 1px 0pt 0pt 4px;" height="160" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/joel.williams7/FountainsAbbey" style="color: rgb(77, 77, 77); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Fountains Abbey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 194px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: transparent url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat scroll left center; height: 194px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/joel.williams7/York2"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/joel.williams7/R4IM4LkxneE/AAAAAAAAAwM/JLu4zFNDlUs/s160-c/York2.jpg" style="margin: 1px 0pt 0pt 4px;" height="160" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/joel.williams7/York2" style="color: rgb(77, 77, 77); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"&gt;York 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-4817750198666178546?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/4817750198666178546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=4817750198666178546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/4817750198666178546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/4817750198666178546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2008/01/here-are-my-pictures-from-england.html' title='England Pictures'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11452947901610211363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-5059264549255975810</id><published>2007-12-23T14:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T14:15:04.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Goodies</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WkcyZu1xcHM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WkcyZu1xcHM&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wY6insZjCfU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wY6insZjCfU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-5059264549255975810?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/5059264549255975810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=5059264549255975810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/5059264549255975810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/5059264549255975810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2007/12/video-goodies.html' title='Video Goodies'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11452947901610211363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-995162967453858346</id><published>2007-12-19T05:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T11:11:07.131-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in England</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm spending Christmas in England this year.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harrogate"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; is some information on the town where my parents are living.  I'll hopefully have some pictures soon.  My first impressions are that it's very cold and gray here, but the countryside is very hilly and beautiful.  Despite being winter, there is still a lot of green.  It also gets dark here at about 4:00 pm, which is not much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-995162967453858346?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/995162967453858346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=995162967453858346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/995162967453858346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/995162967453858346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-in-england.html' title='Christmas in England'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11452947901610211363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-6547803327968770112</id><published>2007-10-20T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:14:14.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pack Rat Omnibus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here is a series of items that I'm not sure why I still have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;High School Graduation Announcement [front]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxqYvQHvq1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/5iIxp1m4kKg/s1600-h/IMG_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxqYvQHvq1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/5iIxp1m4kKg/s400/IMG_0147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123575463636085586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;High School Graduation Announcement [inside]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrRSgHvq2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/SI7Vfk93Z8E/s1600-h/IMG_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrRSgHvq2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/SI7Vfk93Z8E/s400/IMG_0149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123637641877629794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have a box with about twenty unsent announcements!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Lego M-Tron Model box (empty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrRTAHvq3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/_GYDuIkADxc/s1600-h/IMG_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrRTAHvq3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/_GYDuIkADxc/s400/IMG_0150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123637650467564402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Super Nintendo Entertainment System original box (empty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrRTQHvq4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/llzMpcpaD2g/s1600-h/IMG_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrRTQHvq4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/llzMpcpaD2g/s400/IMG_0151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123637654762531714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Game Boy System original box (empty) with SuperMarioLand game original box (empty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrRUgHvq5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9cYbkrU-Jv8/s1600-h/IMG_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrRUgHvq5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9cYbkrU-Jv8/s400/IMG_0153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123637676237368210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, please, tell me why I still have these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-6547803327968770112?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/6547803327968770112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=6547803327968770112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/6547803327968770112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/6547803327968770112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2007/10/pack-rat-omnibus.html' title='Pack Rat Omnibus'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxqYvQHvq1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/5iIxp1m4kKg/s72-c/IMG_0147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-8982148306707329053</id><published>2007-09-24T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T09:24:14.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Universal Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is a truth that cannot be debated, argued, or denied.  And that is there is only one correct way for toilet paper to be dispensed.  From the top of the roll so that the roll rotates from top to bottom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-8982148306707329053?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/8982148306707329053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=8982148306707329053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/8982148306707329053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/8982148306707329053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2007/09/universal-truth.html' title='Universal Truth'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-907659972578777064</id><published>2007-08-05T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T23:16:07.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You've Been in Front of a Computer Too Long When...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At the end of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Simpsons Movie&lt;/span&gt;, when the credits are rolling by, you look to the right of the screen at the scroll bar to see how much text is left.  Of course, there is no scroll bar because it's a movie and not a computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-907659972578777064?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/907659972578777064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=907659972578777064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/907659972578777064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/907659972578777064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-know-youve-been-in-front-of.html' title='You Know You&apos;ve Been in Front of a Computer Too Long When...'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-416139670931705519</id><published>2007-07-09T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:14:37.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Death by Auto Audio Omission</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Every time I rent a car and it doesn't have an aux audio input, a part of me dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-416139670931705519?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/416139670931705519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=416139670931705519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/416139670931705519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/416139670931705519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2007/07/death-by-auto-audio-omission.html' title='Death by Auto Audio Omission'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-4239446158392451595</id><published>2007-07-04T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T11:09:20.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not dying is considered a matter of 'comfort'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyone who has flown on a plane lately may have heard the following line uttered by one of the flight attendants before takeoff:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The cabin is pressurized for your comfort."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm sorry, but the cabin is pressurized so we won't die at 35,000 feet!  I guess they call it 'comfort' so people won't freak out.  Still, I wish they would state the real reason:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The cabin is pressurized so that when we reach an altitude where the atmosphere is too sparse to permit normal respiration, you won't die of asphyxiation.  Enjoy your flight!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-4239446158392451595?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/4239446158392451595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=4239446158392451595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/4239446158392451595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/4239446158392451595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2007/07/not-dying-is-considered-matter-of.html' title='Not dying is considered a matter of &apos;comfort&apos;'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-8532035625823952179</id><published>2007-07-01T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T15:36:18.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Familial Displacement, Part Deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My family is moving... again.  And it figures that they would be moving because I moved to Texas specifically to be closer to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years ago, when I was a month into my freshman year at Lehigh my parents and sister moved from metro Baltimore, Md. to San Antonio, Texas.  The reason?  My dad sought and was granted a job relocation.  (He works for the Dept. of Defense.)  My first job after graduating from Lehigh in 2001 happened to be back in Maryland, so I spent about 3.5 years there after college.  During that time I decided to look into getting a job in Texas, to be closer to the family.  I was able to find a job in Austin and moved here in February 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in Austin, I found, was very conducive to being able to see the family regularly.  San Antonio is only 1.5 hours down I-35.  So I go on my way, back and forth between Austin and San Antonio every couple weekends or so, thinking that all was right with the world.  Little did I know that Dad had another adventure planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after I was finally moved down here, Dad informs that he's considering doing an assignment in England.  Nothing permanent, but just a minimum three-year stay over there before returning to Texas.  So as of now, they are all moved out of their house and ready to fly over there tomorrow.  I will definitely miss having them close by, but will enjoy the opportunity to visit them in England and be able to see more of Europe while over there.  And knowing that they will be back here is reassuring because I won't have to entertain thoughts of moving again.  I'm glad to be living in a place like Austin and can handle being apart from the family for a while, knowing that they'll be back before too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-8532035625823952179?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/8532035625823952179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=8532035625823952179' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/8532035625823952179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/8532035625823952179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2007/07/familial-displacement-part-deux.html' title='Familial Displacement, Part Deux'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-4360193688823472495</id><published>2007-06-20T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T22:03:54.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dramatic Groundhog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This might be the best five seconds you spend today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1764124" quality="best" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-4360193688823472495?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/4360193688823472495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=4360193688823472495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/4360193688823472495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/4360193688823472495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2007/06/dramatic-chipmunk.html' title='Dramatic Groundhog'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-4241039416127965999</id><published>2007-05-19T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T17:39:30.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Travelogue 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I just figured out how to use Picasa to post pictures online.  So &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/snood01/MultnomahFalls"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; are some from my Oregon-Washington trip last summer.  These are from Multnomah Falls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-4241039416127965999?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/4241039416127965999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=4241039416127965999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/4241039416127965999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/4241039416127965999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2007/05/travelogue-1.html' title='Travelogue 1'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-8685275669604791765</id><published>2007-04-25T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T23:26:20.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Need for Personal Protection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;February 12, 2007 - Salt Lake City.  A Bosnian immigrant kills five at a shopping mall before before being shot down by an off-duty police officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 2, 2007  - Seattle.    A distraught ex-boyfriend kills a University of Washington researcher before killing himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 4, 2007 - Atlanta.    A woman is shot and killed at point-blank range inside the CNN Center.  The attacker is then shot and wounded by a security guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 9, 2007 - Troy, Mich.   A recently fired employee of an accounting firm shoots three people, killing one, at his former workplace.  He is later apprehended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 16, 2007 - Blacksburg, Va.   A student murders 32 people at Virginia Tech before turning the gun on himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 20, 2007 - Houston.   A NASA employee who received a poor performance review kills his supervisor and takes another employee hostage before killing himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never as far as I can remember have there been so many public shootings in such a short span of time.  People question whether such acts are preventable.  They question whether they saw warning signs of the murderer's intent prior to the shooting and could have raised the alarm.  Much second-guessing goes on, but the fault is clearly the murderer's and his alone.  If one is determined to harm people, he will find a way.  That is why it is so important that law-abiding citizens exercise their right to arm themselves for personal protection.  If even 10% of people carried handguns, do you think criminals would think more carefully about brandishing a gun, not knowing who around them may too be armed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider the Salt Lake City incident, in which the actions of the officer likely saved many lives.  How many other lives could be saved in the other incidents if a few of the employees or students were armed?  In order for this to happen, workplace and campus rules must be updated to allow for the concealed carrying of handguns.  Is this controversial?  No doubt.  But as long as weapons for personal protection are banned from workplaces and campuses, innocent people will be at the mercy of another would-be murderer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am using these incidents as motivation to pursue obtaining a handgun as well as a concealed carry license.  I would encourage anyone living in states that allow CCW to do likewise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-8685275669604791765?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/8685275669604791765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=8685275669604791765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/8685275669604791765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/8685275669604791765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2007/04/need-for-personal-protection.html' title='The Need for Personal Protection'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-3163203135154376332</id><published>2007-04-13T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T20:07:58.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Biff?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Remember Biff from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back to the Future&lt;/span&gt;?  Watch &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iwY5o2fsG7Y"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-3163203135154376332?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/3163203135154376332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=3163203135154376332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/3163203135154376332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/3163203135154376332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2007/04/remember-biff.html' title='Remember Biff?'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-3304484188261055669</id><published>2007-03-13T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T22:52:43.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>King of the Hypermilers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I read an interesting &lt;a href="http://www.motherjones.com/news/feature/2007/01/king_of_the_hypermilers-4.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; about a guy who takes fuel economy to the extreme.  And as it turns out there are competitions for this sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-3304484188261055669?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/3304484188261055669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=3304484188261055669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/3304484188261055669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/3304484188261055669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2007/03/king-of-hypermilers.html' title='King of the Hypermilers'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-4514810147188820417</id><published>2007-03-07T18:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T19:00:43.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I like March</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;March used to be my least favorite month.  When I lived in more northern climates, March always represented the last gasp of winter, and more often than not March would be a miserable, cold month.  I was so desperate for warmer weather by mid-February, but lousy March stood in the way.  If I could just survive March then warm April days would be all mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I live in Austin and it's 75 every day in March.  So I like March now.  ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-4514810147188820417?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/4514810147188820417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=4514810147188820417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/4514810147188820417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/4514810147188820417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-like-march.html' title='I like March'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-6244309484082337693</id><published>2007-02-12T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T21:13:57.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One of life's finer pleasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know the warning on the Q-Tips box says, "Do not insert into ear canal," but how can something that feels so good be wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-6244309484082337693?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/6244309484082337693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=6244309484082337693' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/6244309484082337693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/6244309484082337693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-of-lifes-finer-pleasures.html' title='One of life&apos;s finer pleasures'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-634170001772658042</id><published>2007-02-07T22:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:16:03.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of DRM?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What do you think of Steve Jobs' pronouncement that the world would be better off without DRM?  (Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.apple.com/hotnews/thoughtsonmusic/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; to read it.)  Is this the beginning of the end for DRM?  What struck me as most interesting is his claim that less than 10% of all songs bought worldwide are from digital music stores.  That means 90% of songs still come from CDs.  If that's true, it seems pretty hard to believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-634170001772658042?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/634170001772658042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=634170001772658042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/634170001772658042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/634170001772658042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2007/02/end-of-drm.html' title='The End of DRM?'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-7333103764586665506</id><published>2007-02-06T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T22:31:29.878-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vocabulary'/><title type='text'>Vocabulary Lesson #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;whelm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (v.) - to neither impress nor disappoint.  What happens when you're neither overwhelmed nor underwhelmed.  Saying "I was whelmed" is pretty much like saying, "this occurrence may as well not have taken place and left no lasting impression."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-7333103764586665506?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/7333103764586665506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=7333103764586665506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/7333103764586665506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/7333103764586665506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2007/02/vocabulary-lesson-4.html' title='Vocabulary Lesson #4'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-9017302017693836505</id><published>2007-01-23T22:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T07:36:51.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Exchange that may amuse only me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Google talk exchange between my sister and I while watching the season premiere of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey [in reference to the commonly-heard excuse of those whose auditions went poorly, "But I have a degree in vocal performance!"]:  "I bet it wasn't from a good university."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me [in reference to the audition location of Minneapolis and thinking of the funniest-named town in Minnesota]: "Yeah, probably Bemidji State University."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it turns out there actually is a &lt;a href="http://www.bemidjistate.edu/"&gt;Bemidji State University&lt;/a&gt;.  Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-9017302017693836505?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/9017302017693836505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=9017302017693836505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/9017302017693836505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/9017302017693836505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2007/01/exchange-that-may-amuse-only-me.html' title='Exchange that may amuse only me'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-8055256770464614241</id><published>2007-01-16T21:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T21:41:22.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Geography, Euro-style</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I found the follow-up to the 50 States game.  If you'd hated placing U.S. states on a blank map, you'll hate placing European countries on a map even more!  Good luck locating Luxembourg!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.addictinggames.com/europemap.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.  (Apologies in advance for the annoying music.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-8055256770464614241?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/8055256770464614241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=8055256770464614241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/8055256770464614241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/8055256770464614241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2007/01/fun-with-geography-euro-style.html' title='Fun with Geography, Euro-style'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-2472839878165965939</id><published>2006-12-11T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T23:26:43.862-06:00</updated><title type='text'>compartimiento molesto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For some reason, I've been receiving the Spanish &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sports Illustrated&lt;/span&gt; in the mail.  It's addressed to me!  So I'm wondering if I'm getting it as a joke.  It figures that something I'd get for free would be something I can't read.  Maybe I should use this as an excuse to learn Spanish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-2472839878165965939?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/2472839878165965939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=2472839878165965939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/2472839878165965939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/2472839878165965939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2006/12/compartimiento-molesto.html' title='compartimiento molesto'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-7159307875651961170</id><published>2006-11-22T16:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T16:00:12.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Fun Game, Educational Too</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I found a pretty fun game on the internet.  The object is to place each of the fifty states on a blank outline of the United States.  If you start with an interior state it's pretty hard to place it right, but not placing a border state correctly is almost inexcusable.  As you place more and more states on the map it gets pretty easy, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I guess you want me to tell you where it is!  Click &lt;a href="http://www.addictinggames.com/50states.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-7159307875651961170?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/7159307875651961170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=7159307875651961170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/7159307875651961170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/7159307875651961170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2006/11/pretty-fun-game-educational-too.html' title='Pretty Fun Game, Educational Too'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-1228027298018274097</id><published>2006-11-12T21:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T21:25:01.194-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thwarted Attempts at Female Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Most of my friends are guys.  I would like to develop more female friendships, but it seems that I really have no idea how.  This is not something that comes naturally to me.  Events like the following, which happened a few Sundays ago at church, make me think that I'm doomed to never find myself in the right circumstances to meet female friends.  I arrived at church on time for a change, so I had my choice of seats.  I chose to sit in the back row because two of my friends were already there.  A girl came in a few minutes late to the service and sat in my row, with one seat between us.  She was someone I had seen before but never talked to.  I figured I would have an opportunity to talk to her after the service.  About 10 minutes after that more latecomers arrived.  Among them was a guy about my age.  He recognized the girl sitting near me and asked her if anyone was sitting in the seat between us.  There wasn't, so he took that seat.  Since they knew each other, they chatted for a while after the service, while I talked to my friends sitting on my left.  When I looked behind me the girl was gone.  So that's pretty much how things work with me.  All attempts to just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meet&lt;/span&gt; women are thwarted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-1228027298018274097?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/1228027298018274097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=1228027298018274097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/1228027298018274097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/1228027298018274097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2006/11/thwarted-attempts-at-female-friendship.html' title='Thwarted Attempts at Female Friendship'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-2015725839077429638</id><published>2006-11-08T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:04:13.168-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing out loud by oneself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is it okay to laugh out loud by oneself?  I say most definitely.  I do it all the time, mostly at things on television or the radio.  Living by myself, I don't have many opportunities for group laughter.  The reason I ask is that I seem to remember hearing or gotten the vibe that there was a stigma attached to solo out-loud laughing.  Does anyone know if this stigma is real or did I just imagine it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-2015725839077429638?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/2015725839077429638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=2015725839077429638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/2015725839077429638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/2015725839077429638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2006/10/laughing-out-loud-by-oneself.html' title='Laughing out loud by oneself'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-1444605116543608548</id><published>2006-11-04T09:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T09:56:01.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake babies are scary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The PS3 commerical with the fake baby really scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gqkNPcUMffU"&gt;Watch&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-1444605116543608548?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/1444605116543608548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=1444605116543608548' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/1444605116543608548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/1444605116543608548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2006/11/fake-babies-are-scary.html' title='Fake babies are scary'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-1073320838265581196</id><published>2006-10-31T21:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:02:32.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrating Fruit Follies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="008245712-12102006"&gt;Buying  fruit at the grocery store causes me major annoyance.  Chief  among these is the purchase of bananas and peaches.  Whenever I try to buy  bananas they only have two kinds to choose from, really yellow or really  green.  You don't want either.  If you buy really yellow bananas they  are already ripe and like me, if you eat one per day, by the time the fifth or  six day comes, the remaining bananas are past ripe and mushy.  Then your  only resort is to make banana bread and who wants to do that?  If you buy  really green bananas you have to wait a few days for them to ripen.   Ideally you should buy a bunch that is mostly yellow, with only a hint of green,  indicating that they are ripe and will stay ripe for the remainder of the  week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="008245712-12102006"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="008245712-12102006"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaches are my favorite fruit.  Which made the  discovery that they are seasonal quite unpalatable (pun intended).  Around  these parts you can only buy peaches in the store between May and October.   I haven't seen them in any store any other time.  If the planet we live on  is a sphere (it is) and consists of two hemispheres (it does), one of which has  its warm season when the other has its cold season, then we should be able to  import peaches from wherever they grow around the world!  We can put a man  on the moon (12 men, actually) but we can't have peaches year-round?!   What's wrong with the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-1073320838265581196?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/1073320838265581196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=1073320838265581196' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/1073320838265581196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/1073320838265581196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2006/10/frustrating-fruit-foibles.html' title='Frustrating Fruit Follies'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-916097389445568869</id><published>2006-10-18T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:03:31.692-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vocabulary'/><title type='text'>Vocabulary Lesson #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;murf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (v.) - to vomit.  "I was feeling sick, but after I murfed I felt much better."  Sounds a lot nicer than 'vomit,' doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-916097389445568869?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/916097389445568869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=916097389445568869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/916097389445568869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/916097389445568869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2006/10/vocabulary-lesson-3.html' title='Vocabulary Lesson #3'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-4626092276540161577</id><published>2006-10-10T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T22:04:12.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of Credit Card Applications?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tired of getting annoying credit card applications in the mail?  Save some trees and your sanity by calling the opt-out number at 1-888-567-8688.  By calling this number you can opt-out of getting credit card applications for five years.  If for some reason you change your mind, you can call the same number to opt-in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-4626092276540161577?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/4626092276540161577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=4626092276540161577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/4626092276540161577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/4626092276540161577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2006/10/tired-of-credit-card-applications.html' title='Tired of Credit Card Applications?'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-1477717062575440770</id><published>2006-10-09T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T22:47:47.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird/Interesting Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have some pretty strange dreams once in a while.  I think I may start documenting them for my own amusement.  Once in a while I have a dream that seems like it could be the plot of a movie.  Except that I always wake up before the movie's conclusion, so I never know what happened.  Can I get a refund? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So anyway, the other night I dreamt that I had to defend my neighborhood from a roving band of ravenous alligators and my only weapon was a can of mace.  For some reason I could only use mace, I couldn't use a baseball bat or, I don't know... a gun?!  And I had to make sure that I maced the gators right in the eye, otherwise they wouldn't be affected.  So I had to get real close to the gator before I could mace it!  Sounds safe to me.  I guess this is what makes dreams so weird.  And of course, I woke up before I found out what happened.  Maybe it's better that way because I probably was going to end up losing a hand.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Chomp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-1477717062575440770?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/1477717062575440770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=1477717062575440770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/1477717062575440770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/1477717062575440770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2006/10/weirdinteresting-dream.html' title='Weird/Interesting Dream'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-1530489601653168635</id><published>2006-10-05T06:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T06:09:22.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Panera Bread Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Woo-hoo!  It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.austin360.com/blogs/content/shared-gen/blogs/austin/dalestable/entries/2006/10/04/panera_entering_austin_market.html"&gt;cometh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-1530489601653168635?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/1530489601653168635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=1530489601653168635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/1530489601653168635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/1530489601653168635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2006/10/panera-bread-update.html' title='Panera Bread Update!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-7618755037327029297</id><published>2006-10-02T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T20:35:04.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Panera Bread, get in my belly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One of the things I miss about living in Maryland is having a &lt;a href="http://www.panerabread.com/"&gt;Panera Bread&lt;/a&gt; close by.  Can you believe we don't have these in Austin?  Despite Austin's alleged "aversion" to chain restaurants, real or imaginary, P.B. is a very Austin-y place.  A chain of bakery-cafes offering tasty sandwiches, fresh baked bread, soups, iced green tea, and Wi-Fi!  So bring your laptop and surf the net while trying not to spill hot soup on your keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I bring this up is that I have been making several business trips to Cedar Rapids, Iowa over the past few months.  There is a Panera Bread within walking distance of my hotel, so I have been making several trips there during the week for dinner.  It's definitely making me want to make a pitch for Panera Bread to expand to Austin.  Who do I need to talk to to make it happen?  Somebody let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-7618755037327029297?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/7618755037327029297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=7618755037327029297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/7618755037327029297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/7618755037327029297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2006/10/panera-bread-get-in-my-belly.html' title='Panera Bread, get in my belly!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-3240452214378440301</id><published>2006-09-26T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T21:01:05.257-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vocabulary'/><title type='text'>Vocabulary Lesson #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have decided to attempt a regularly-occurring vocabulary feature.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snood&lt;/span&gt; was the inaugural word.  This feature will attempt to explain words that I created so that you will know how to use them in everyday conversation.  So without further delay I give you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;snügens&lt;/span&gt; (interjection) [snoo-genz] - an expression of frustration.  The u-umlaut is critical.  It is highly recommended to use snügens with an exclamation point.  Example of use: "Snügens!  I left my [highly valuable object necessary for my survival]&lt;highly&gt; at home!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/highly&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-3240452214378440301?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/3240452214378440301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=3240452214378440301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/3240452214378440301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/3240452214378440301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2006/09/vocabulary-lesson-2.html' title='Vocabulary Lesson #2'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-5104299501766825055</id><published>2006-09-23T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T14:56:58.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Biked 35 Miles Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Most of you (those who read this) know that my favorite recreational activity is mountain biking.  I have my friends Shane and Aaron to thank for getting me into it.  This spring, wanting to branch out and add something different to my recreational portfolio, I bought a road bike.  So now I have dual bikeablilty and I'm trying not give either type a higher priority.  But it's difficult to do so because I have more friends who are into road cycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I rode with 3 friends from church along some of Austin's suburban scenic roads.  The route consisted of the northern part of Loop 360 down to Bee Caves Rd, then out to Route 71 and back.  The whole route is about 35 miles.  It's a very scenic route with a lot of hills, so it's definitely a workout.  I'm still sore even as I write this.  My hope is to be able to do some kind of biking most weekends and try to improve on my distance and hill-climbing ability.  We'll see how it goes, as I don't have a great history when it comes to achieving exercise goals.  Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-5104299501766825055?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/5104299501766825055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=5104299501766825055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/5104299501766825055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/5104299501766825055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2006/09/biked-35-miles-today.html' title='Biked 35 Miles Today'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-6126562430316846843</id><published>2006-09-14T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T07:56:27.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof that Texas has hills</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My parents recently bought a 2-acre plot near Medina Lake, 20 minutes west of San Antonio.  This is where they hope to build a home for their retirement years.  Not all of the land is usable, unfortunately, because it descends the side of a steep hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  The region to the west of San Antonio and Austin is known as the Texas Hill Country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  As you can see from the pictures the area lives up to its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2719/472089900062837/1600/101_0174.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2719/472089900062837/400/101_0174.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2719/472089900062837/1600/101_0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2719/472089900062837/400/101_0175.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Starting from the road, there may be about 25 feet before the hill descends.  The plan is to build the house along the slope of the hill so that a walk-out basement/lower level is possible.  For those that don't know, basements in Texas are rare because underneath the thin layer of topsoil is an unyielding mass of limestone. Making a basement-sized hole in the limestone is cost-prohibitive.  As such I've never seen a basement in any Texas home, unless the house is built on the slope of a hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-6126562430316846843?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/6126562430316846843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=6126562430316846843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/6126562430316846843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/6126562430316846843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2006/09/proof-that-texas-has-hills.html' title='Proof that Texas has hills'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-4072448962056046461</id><published>2006-09-09T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T17:34:27.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Wikipedia addict</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I use &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; alot, which is an online encyclopedia whose entries can be edited by anyone.   Anytime I want to know more about a subject I'll just look it up here.  Usually if I'm not careful I'll keep clicking links within articles, taking me to other articles, and on and on until I've wasted a large chunk of time.  The variety of articles that you'll find here is a lot more encompassing than your standard leather-bound encyclopedia.  Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Extreme_ironing"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; for an example of an article you won't find in Brittanica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-4072448962056046461?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/4072448962056046461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=4072448962056046461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/4072448962056046461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/4072448962056046461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2006/09/confessions-of-wikipedia-addict.html' title='Confessions of a Wikipedia addict'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-148461929513843454</id><published>2006-09-03T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T18:28:11.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recurring Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you ever have recurring dreams with a similar theme but the details are a bit different?  For me, the dream that I have more often than any other always has the same basic premise.  I'm back in high school (only the school looks nothing like my high school and as far as I can tell my classmates are different) and it's first period and I have a huge semester-long assignment due in my seventh-period class and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I haven't even started it yet!&lt;/span&gt;  In fact I totally forgot about it until that day!  This is such a scary premise for me because I was such a good student in high school and never would have completely blown off an assignment.  Fortunately I always wake up before seventh period rolls around.  The feeling of relief when I wake up is like no other!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So this makes me wonder:  What do people who were bad students in high school dream about?  Turning in assignments on time??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-148461929513843454?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/148461929513843454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=148461929513843454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/148461929513843454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/148461929513843454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2006/09/recurring-dream.html' title='Recurring Dream'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-6507751187979237416</id><published>2006-08-30T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T22:42:47.910-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vocabulary'/><title type='text'>What is a snood?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't believe what the dictionary tells you.  A snood is not a hairnet.  Nor is it an addictive PC game where you have to shoot weird creatures out of a cannon in the hopes of matching them with prearranged creatures of the same type and in doing so disintegrate them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I was in college I used to make up words.  Usually these words filled a gap in my vocabulary.  I would think, "Hey I need a 1-2 syllable word that describes this situation."  One of the words I made up was "snood."  Yes, I know technically it was already a word, but I didn't find that out until later.  And it was before the game came out.  So I'll still take credit for it, thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Snood is an extremely versatile word and can be used in several contexts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(1) As a semi-insulting term to describe one who is either annoying you, is acting in a manner contradictory to how you think they should act, or has changed his plans with you at the last minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"You snood!"  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;C'mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, don't be a snood!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(2) As a means of prefacing a statement that may be obvious or a question to which the answer may be obvious.  "I don't mean to be a snood, but ___ ."  It's a way of saying, "Yes, despite the obviousness of the statement or question, I'm going to say/ask it anyway!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(3) Alternate forms of snood include:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;snoodery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" - the state or practice of being a snood.  When someone stumbles across a group of snoods he could exclaim, "What's all this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;snoodery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;snooding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; out" - just a minor variation to describe the last-minute changing of plans.  "So you're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;snooding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; out on me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hopefully that was enough to convey the subtle nuances of "snood."  You won't really start to get it until you use it in conversation.  So go ahead and try it and report back to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-6507751187979237416?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/6507751187979237416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=6507751187979237416' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/6507751187979237416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/6507751187979237416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-is-snood.html' title='What is a snood?'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867360461314763423.post-3189830135337361871</id><published>2006-08-29T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T22:05:42.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This could be the start of something... weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well, I couldn't take it anymore.  Everyone else in the world had a blog except for me.  I have a lot of things to rant about (I mean discuss!), so now I'll have a place to share them.  For now I've decided to title my blog "Snoodery."  I'll explain what that means in the next posting for those that don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867360461314763423-3189830135337361871?l=snoodery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/feeds/3189830135337361871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3867360461314763423&amp;postID=3189830135337361871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/3189830135337361871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867360461314763423/posts/default/3189830135337361871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodery.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-could-be-start-of-something-weird.html' title='This could be the start of something... weird'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09332351124237649519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nNHOGHlDZmE/RxrUrgHvq6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rx5pcEAh5pw/s400/IMG_0055b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
