<?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-16534287</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:19:34.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it could be worse</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-2455446293505240622</id><published>2008-05-12T21:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:48:01.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music: another true life nature adventure</title><content type='html'>first, Music fails me. 5/9/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Brown was bad. Opera &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; bad. At some point in the history of man a snobby (and evil) Italian man invented an insidious joke....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hijinks ensue adding large women with horns....the joke continues on, at some point mating with real theater to produce their bastard spawn; musicals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, Music redeems itself. 5/11/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister had me come along with her to Lawrence to see a show at the Granada. She was going to see Josh Ritter and the opening act was a girl named Dawn Landes.&lt;br /&gt;    Landes was good. Kinda folk and alternative, which maybe just be the new folk. iTunes says rock. Her showmanship needs a little work. One song,  whose first line is 'we are kids in a play,  she introduced with 'this song is about kids in a play'. I just don't think it needs the set up she thinks it does. I found out later the name of that particular song was indeed, Kids in a Play.  I would see her again if she comes around though.&lt;br /&gt;    Josh Ritter was very entertaining. Even iTune more trouble than usual classifying him, Rock Folk, Alternative, you could throw blues in there if you wanted. It was all very good, very skillful.  I was surprised, considering I've only heard about two of his songs before. I would definitely recommend a listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Opera, don't let the door hit you on the way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is this: Why is it in five minutes, five people can display more skill in story telling, music and emotion than opera can in three hours?&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/16534287-2455446293505240622?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/2455446293505240622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=2455446293505240622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/2455446293505240622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/2455446293505240622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2008/05/music-another-true-life-nature.html' title='Music: another true life nature adventure'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-1025818415164642781</id><published>2007-04-10T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T22:51:19.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, a new post</title><content type='html'>get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I've categorized the people I help everyday into three categories; applicants candidates, and employees. In my head they are in a never ending struggle to annoy and surprise me with their lack of common sense and abysmal reading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;comprehension&lt;/span&gt;. Here are three examples, one from each category, help me decide which is worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applicant: Today a girl came in asking about positions as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CNA&lt;/span&gt;, I told her everything was online and she could use our terminals or do it from home. she seemed to want to do it from home so I gave her the card that has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jobline&lt;/span&gt; one it and has the job line number and website one it. she then proceeded to ask if she should call this "Joe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bleen&lt;/span&gt;" when she was done with her application. she did catch herself after a few seconds and was good enough to let me laugh at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: Today I get a call from the company that does our drug screens they have a candidate (candidates being the people we plan on hiring) that had scheduled a physical with them, which we don't have them do there, so we had her do the drug test. she called about a half hour later and told me out occupational clinic did not have her on file to do a physical..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt; because we have officially offered her a job yet (yet another reason I really worry about nurses). she'll probably be put in candidate purgatory for a week or so .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Employee: I got a message the other day from an employee he was curious about prescription coverage, that in itself isn't dumb, he should be asking blue cross this but insurance is confusing. here's the dumb part, he rattled off the drug and why he was taking it. It wasn't for herpes or anything but why would anyone leave that in a message for the front desk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-1025818415164642781?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/1025818415164642781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=1025818415164642781' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/1025818415164642781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/1025818415164642781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2007/04/yes-new-post.html' title='Yes, a new post'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-117082139088947410</id><published>2007-02-06T21:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T22:12:42.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What about R.O.U.S.'s</title><content type='html'>Thats rats of unusual size for those of you who don't remember The Princess Bride. I'm expecting some, well symbolically.  I've skipped ahead a bit. I'm buying a new computer soon and It's been a huge headache. First I find a decent computer then find that it might be horribly underpowered for a graphics card. Next, I find that power supply specifications are secrets guarded closely by computer gnomes or some such nonsense. But after three days, two headaches, and one pot of coffee later I see light at the end of the tunnel. I do however remain confident that tomorrow a giant rat will attack and rape my dreams of a good computer, again symbolically. A special thanks to Donald who has helped me out through this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-117082139088947410?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/117082139088947410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=117082139088947410' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/117082139088947410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/117082139088947410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-about-rouss.html' title='What about R.O.U.S.&apos;s'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-116952704459264074</id><published>2007-01-22T22:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T22:37:24.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>surprisingly good</title><content type='html'>I rented Lady in the Water this weekend. I was surprised it wasn't typical M. Night Shayamalan  suspense, if you have to compare it to something it's most like Signs. It's more of a fairy tale. and beside all you people who think Sin City is such a good movie would be happy if someone spit on a piece of film and shown a flashlight through it, so this should exceed expectations for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-116952704459264074?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/116952704459264074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=116952704459264074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/116952704459264074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/116952704459264074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2007/01/surprisingly-good.html' title='surprisingly good'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-116882951759278740</id><published>2007-01-14T20:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T20:51:57.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since the weather has been crap I decided to watch the Lord of the rings movies again. It's taken the better part of two days I and made a few new observations and reconfirmed old ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Arwen and Aragorn are cousins, ack! Aragorn's great great great(theres like 100 more greats in here) grandfather and Elrond are brothers.&lt;br /&gt;2. elf = ninja&lt;br /&gt;3. all Gollum really needed was love and to get back on his meds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are more issues, most of them have to do with inconsistencies with the books,  but I've made my peace with those.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-116882951759278740?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/116882951759278740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=116882951759278740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/116882951759278740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/116882951759278740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2007/01/since-weather-has-been-crap-i-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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-16534287.post-116486099363710865</id><published>2006-11-29T21:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T22:30:29.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ambush</title><content type='html'>I hate meetings especially when they amount to a one sided ambush rather than any sort of forum for discussion. one such ambush occurred today. Sitting in the meeting today where the benefits of applying online were sounded, we didn't discussed the downside. We talked about how much easier the online application was, we didn't discuss the fact that probably half the people that apply have to call in because the digital signature is confusing. We talked about the about how most people are internet savvy enough to get through our application, we didn't didn't talk about the fact that the aforementioned well rounded, reasonable people aren't the sort that apply/work at KUmed.  we talked about how easy we've made for people to sign up for an email address, we didn't talk about the 30 other things I have to do other than help someone signup email. we talked about certain recruiters getting more paper applications than others, we failed to mention the fact that those recruiters don't put their positions online, and we advertise positions in the paper that don't exist yet. all-in-all the point of the meeting was if we shout and close our eyes everything will work out fine. at thats why my department is a giant cluster&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-116486099363710865?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/116486099363710865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=116486099363710865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/116486099363710865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/116486099363710865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2006/11/ambush.html' title='An Ambush'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-116124053499185646</id><published>2006-10-19T01:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T01:49:07.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thats a bad TV, BAD</title><content type='html'>Are any of you familar with the move "Cube"? it was one of those Sci-fi original movies that no one should watch but inevitably we've all seen one that we remember. It was later followed by "hypercube". And now in a fit of sleeplessness, I witnessed "Cube Zero" and as the title suggests it's a prequel, a magical, wonderful prequel.  I won't give it away, (if anyone cares I will) but it is goldmine of comedic bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-116124053499185646?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/116124053499185646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=116124053499185646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/116124053499185646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/116124053499185646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2006/10/thats-bad-tv-bad.html' title='thats a bad TV, BAD'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-116033172737290699</id><published>2006-10-08T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T13:22:07.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lego Star Wars: a sick, sad addiction</title><content type='html'>It star wars with legos, you come out thinking zelda (a little more emphasis put on puzzles than combat) . It covers episodes one through three, with a sense of humor, best of all jar jar doesn't speak, you can also unlock all the characters and play with them later, which you have to if you interested at all in finding the pieces to the models that go to all the levels. There's a new one that covers episode four through six but I don't think it's worth the forty bucks they are charging for it. It has eaten my weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-116033172737290699?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/116033172737290699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=116033172737290699' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/116033172737290699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/116033172737290699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2006/10/lego-star-wars-sick-sad-addiction.html' title='Lego Star Wars: a sick, sad addiction'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-115819377869542185</id><published>2006-09-13T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T19:29:38.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A walk to work</title><content type='html'>I walked to work for the first time today, it was uneventful. but on the way home there was a farmers market  at Wyoming an 39th, I got some homeade pepper relish and some apples. It turns out through the summer they are there every wednesday. Ah, tasty goodness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-115819377869542185?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/115819377869542185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=115819377869542185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/115819377869542185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/115819377869542185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2006/09/walk-to-work.html' title='A walk to work'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-115189589777283511</id><published>2006-07-02T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T22:05:38.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty go bang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aperturepix.com/Pyro/Fireworks_2208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.aperturepix.com/Pyro/Fireworks_2208.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Powell Gardens with my sister tonight for their 4th of july festivities. It was nice except  for the usual parking fiasco associated with any fireworks display. There was  an orchestra playing before hand and the usual pretty flowers. If I go again next year I need to remember the bug spray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-115189589777283511?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/115189589777283511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=115189589777283511' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/115189589777283511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/115189589777283511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2006/07/pretty-go-bang.html' title='Pretty go bang'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-115153857281913117</id><published>2006-06-28T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T18:49:32.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Concept vs Implementation II: The Wrath of Kahn</title><content type='html'>So today our elustriuos HR Generalist came up to my desk and started fiddling in a drawer, I paid her about as much attention as I always do. After she left, I realized that she had rearranged a couple of drawers, on which  normally contained new-hire parking things and envelopes, she had taken all the the envelopes and thrown them in the big drawer at the bottem out of my reach. The envelopes and parking stuff have lived  happily in that drawer since I started, so I moved the envelopes right back. when she came back I proceeded to tell her that I need those within arms reach and they are fine where they were at, and please inform me next time she moves my stuff around so I know where it is, she left in a huff. I got an email from my boss who got half the story, when I explained that I had to search for my stuff and there was no need for parking to have it's very own drawer she sided with me, which is surprising since a well reasoned arguement isn't typically recieved well in human resources.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-115153857281913117?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/115153857281913117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=115153857281913117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/115153857281913117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/115153857281913117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2006/06/concept-vs-implementation-ii-wrath-of.html' title='Concept vs Implementation II: The Wrath of Kahn'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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-16534287.post-115146028200878412</id><published>2006-06-27T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T21:04:42.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Concept vs Implementation</title><content type='html'>So we have an HR generalist who has taken it upon herself to streamline procedure around the office, by streamline I mean create more work for me, It's a good concept but the implementation isn't going well for me.  you see she doesn't understand the difference between what she wants the recruiters to do, color coating and what not, and what they really do. I tried to talk to her today about the difference and she got this vacant look on her face like i was speaking russian, I quickly gave up. And since I have no say over policy this shall continue unabated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-115146028200878412?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/115146028200878412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=115146028200878412' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/115146028200878412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/115146028200878412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2006/06/concept-vs-implementation.html' title='Concept vs Implementation'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-115093533907955619</id><published>2006-06-21T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T19:15:43.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I speak good</title><content type='html'>&lt;table  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(168, 255, 179);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Linguistic Profile::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d9ffd8"&gt;60% General American English&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a8ffb3"&gt;15% Dixie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d9ffd8"&gt;15% Yankee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a8ffb3"&gt;5% Upper Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d9ffd8"&gt;0% Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofamericanenglishdoyouspeakquiz/"&gt;What Kind of American English Do You Speak?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever this means&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-115093533907955619?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/115093533907955619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=115093533907955619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/115093533907955619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/115093533907955619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-speak-good.html' title='I speak good'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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-16534287.post-115015763504956546</id><published>2006-06-12T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T19:15:21.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's worse</title><content type='html'>so now thanks to the professional way my employer has handled the recent mumps cases I may have been exposed, I'll find out tommorow. This will mean that I can be sent home for a couple weeks without pay since I am still working with a staffing agency and there is no support mechanism  in place for people in my predicament. I've been assured that my testing will be free but fat lot of good it does me should I seek treatment or want to pay for things like food and rent. I don't even have to catch it to get sent home, just be officially exposed. for those of you I've seen recently, you are in no danger since my exposure happened late last week and It's not until around 10 days that you can become contagious, and I won't be seeing you until this thing is cleared up. Except you donald who encouraged me to stay here even when I had a potentially had another opportunity, theres a big sloppy kiss with tongue in this for you, and a linkin' Log up the ass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-115015763504956546?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/115015763504956546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=115015763504956546' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/115015763504956546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/115015763504956546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-worse.html' title='It&apos;s worse'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-114947833456057603</id><published>2006-06-04T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T22:35:53.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Journey Through the Seasons</title><content type='html'>I went to the Nickel Creek Concert last Thursday at Harrahs. It was an awesome show, with a few exceptions that had little to do with the performers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    First, who ever was lighting the show decided to use the projectors for evil rather than good. The theme, which I can only imagine the designer thought was "A Journey Through the Seasons with Nickel Creek" Included many weather related effects that were distracting at best. There were also two bar skanks rocking out. Also, judging by what the waitresses were wearing Harrahs is running some sort of prostitute rehab program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    High points include an absolutely hilarious rendition of Britney Spears' Toxic, to which even the dancing bar skanks could only look on in awe at the only song that their dancing would be appropriate for. For an encore the lead singer played, amazingly, a Bach concerto on the mandolin. The opening act was Ben Lee  from Australia who turned out to be a good act, although I think I was sitting next to a guy who was there more to see Ben rather than Nickel Creek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-114947833456057603?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/114947833456057603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=114947833456057603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/114947833456057603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/114947833456057603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2006/06/journey-through-seasons.html' title='A Journey Through the Seasons'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-114851923870024777</id><published>2006-05-24T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T20:07:26.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Bothers Me?</title><content type='html'>It's not that Bush's approval rating is so low, What bothers me is it's so high. there are actually so many americans with their fingers in their ears singing "la la la I can't hear you".  everyone balks at those stats about high schoolers not knowing where Iowa is, But there is a good percentage of adult Americans that actually still Iraq had WMDs. And in Kansas City Schools, teachers are not allowed to talk about the war in Iraq but the military recruiters are always welcome.  George Bush is not America and it isn't unpatriotic to say so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-114851923870024777?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/114851923870024777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=114851923870024777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/114851923870024777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/114851923870024777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-bothers-me.html' title='What Bothers Me?'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-114427239311782147</id><published>2006-04-05T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T16:28:24.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to Warrensburg</title><content type='html'>I went down to warrensburg today to deposit my last check from Trugreen and I drove around for awhile, it doesn't seem like it's been that long but a few things have changed. The Bitch Barn we all know got a new roof after we moved out but it's now been painted and it has new gravel in the driveway, other people stolen deposits at work i suppose. Also a bunch of the houses accross the street were torn down and those apartments by the train tracks have expanded down the street. The Price Chopper/Piggley Wiggly/IGA is now on it's fourth name that i know of, It is called Parkers. Bumblefuck Manor is occupied but looks as non-descript from the outside as it did when we lived there, I think it has a new roof. There are now information signs at certain intersections telling you how to get to downtown, the "medical district" and other places of note, as far as I can tell the left wal-mart off the signs but it felt like it should have been on there. Video palace (the video place across 13) from the library is now a tannery, and has a gas skirt around the roof. Taco Bell, not to be outclassed by Mcdonalds, got a make over. But inspite of these changes Warrensburg looks and seems exactly the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-114427239311782147?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/114427239311782147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=114427239311782147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/114427239311782147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/114427239311782147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2006/04/trip-to-warrensburg.html' title='A trip to Warrensburg'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-114401927827958737</id><published>2006-04-02T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T18:07:58.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Contrary to popular belief</title><content type='html'>1.I am still alive&lt;br /&gt;2. I am not lying in a ditch somewhere&lt;br /&gt;3. I have yet another new job (it's better)&lt;br /&gt;4. I have not regained any tolerance towards republicans&lt;br /&gt;5. I still accept gifts from friends so feel free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-114401927827958737?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/114401927827958737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=114401927827958737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/114401927827958737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/114401927827958737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2006/04/contrary-to-popular-belief.html' title='Contrary to popular belief'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-114196462797732244</id><published>2006-03-09T22:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T22:23:47.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Job happenings and goings on</title><content type='html'>Ok so lets go through my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Our computer system at work went down, so we went home early (we being the two cycle counters), I came home. I like the job well enough but still it doesn't hurt to keep looking so I saw an ad for a hiring coordinator at Trugreen (my old job), It had many of the HR duties I did at RGIS so I sent my resume in, they called me back in two hours and I had already found out that I wasn't working at shor-line the next day because of system problems so I went in Wednesday morning and interviewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: I found out I was being laid off temporarily from shor-line since the system troubles were a bit more permanent so they decided to upgrade to a new inventory system, and wouldn't need us for a few weeks, wankers. So I was a little bit happier to go into Trugreen, we talked for about five minutes and he told me while he couldn't blow off the other five interviews I pretty much had the job and to call him back around six, and I did. Pat, my new boss asked me if I wanted to start Thursday and I said sure, in the background I heard him say "I'm gonna fire her", now these are salespeople so they are loud and boisterous and I just thought he was pissed at someone but he turns out to be talking about my predecessor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: I go in and most people don't even realize that I'm not there to assist Brooke, so much as I'm replacing her, It was kinda fun. I am now Mike Jones, Branch Employment Coordinator, it sounds more impressive than it seems to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-114196462797732244?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/114196462797732244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=114196462797732244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/114196462797732244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/114196462797732244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2006/03/crazy-job-happenings-and-goings-on.html' title='Crazy Job happenings and goings on'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-114170052935527679</id><published>2006-03-06T20:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T23:39:30.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Night at westport</title><content type='html'>So I saw my first Russian Film the other night, since it was my first i can't really make a comment about russian films, it was good though, sort of like underworld only with a story and a plot but less special effects. The effect were fairly good, just not the point of the movie which is more than I can say for most american action films. what was most interesting to me was the subtitles, they actually did alot with them, maybe russian films depend on the european market. there were shifts in color some were blurry, at a couple points something would move on the screen (like an arm or a door) to reveal the next line, I've never seen this before. Although the subtitles did not make or break the movie they were different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i got to see chrissy, sam, nick and kelly which is always fun but rare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-114170052935527679?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/114170052935527679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=114170052935527679' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/114170052935527679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/114170052935527679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2006/03/night-at-westport.html' title='Night at westport'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-114076449494465604</id><published>2006-02-24T00:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T01:04:09.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch this space</title><content type='html'>So heres some good music that people have either told me about or I found .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mint Royale: Nice fun, whimsical even, dance stuff check out the song "space farm". Sometimes their vocals get in the way of the truly interesting bits but there are gems in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom McRae: A bit like Gary Jules, check out "Sao Paulo Rain" for it's Beck-like random lyrics and "Streetlight" For a better sample of his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found these two off TV shows and hyper-dedicated fansites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-114076449494465604?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/114076449494465604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=114076449494465604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/114076449494465604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/114076449494465604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2006/02/watch-this-space.html' title='Watch this space'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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-16534287.post-114076349481211469</id><published>2006-02-24T00:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T00:44:54.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It gets worse</title><content type='html'>The drama aforementioned continues marching on to it's idotic beat. Robyn and her friend went to ladies night at a bar, when it finally comes out the slimy is still hitting on the friend. In true form they lay a trap for slimy where the friend is the bait. Slimey drive 40 miles and shows up to see robyn and her friend there waiting, now you can't catch and amorphous blob in a bear trap and slimy proceded to blame Robyn's friend for any problems that he and Robyn would ever have, while not turning the tables enough to get into anyones pants that night he suceeded in making Robyn feel bad and now she's in her room chatting with him right now. I do hate do keep writing about this but when it ends in a rip-roaring orgy of tears, and it will, I don't want to have to catch you guys up on the backstory. The forecast; Partly stupid with a chance of STD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-114076349481211469?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/114076349481211469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=114076349481211469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/114076349481211469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/114076349481211469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-gets-worse.html' title='It gets worse'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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-16534287.post-114050870452620359</id><published>2006-02-21T01:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T01:58:24.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something wicked this way comes</title><content type='html'>Alternate title: Poison gas, friend or foe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love when some drunken misunderstandings that are later forgiven point to deeper flaws. Ok, so last night Robyn (roommate) comes home from playing pool with her friend and this guy, and drama ensues, I'm not telling this story again. At anyrate her friend gets mad, guy is kinda slimy, and robyn ends up pissed, Robyn leaves with guy comes back at five in the morning they spend the morning in bed, her friend is calling me trying to figure out if robyn will ever talk to her again.   it's now been twenty-four hours and they've all reconciled But theres some bigger misunderstanding that they are rolling right over.  I'd like to think that this isn't going to be a thing I get dragged into later but thats just not in the cards. I'm just pissed that they are all warm and fuzzy and I feel like a storm is coming. And you wonder why I look forward to hanging out with sane friends on the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-114050870452620359?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/114050870452620359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=114050870452620359' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/114050870452620359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/114050870452620359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2006/02/something-wicked-this-way-comes.html' title='Something wicked this way comes'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-113978319865535745</id><published>2006-02-12T16:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T16:26:39.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In defense of responsible hunters everywhere</title><content type='html'>Ok so the vice president has shot a man in a hunting accident. heres a quote &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"The vice president didn't see him," she continued. "The covey flushed and the vice president picked out a bird and was following it and shot. And by god, Harry was in the line of fire and got peppered pretty good."&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I've hunted quail since I've been old enough, a responsible hunter knows where everyone is at before he shoots, You'd never shoot if you didn't know whats in your line of fire. Most hunters know this. I know it's a stretch but if your that irresposible with a gun how responsible can you be with our government, that twit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-113978319865535745?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/113978319865535745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=113978319865535745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113978319865535745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113978319865535745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-defense-of-responsible-hunters.html' title='In defense of responsible hunters everywhere'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-113857586895621114</id><published>2006-01-29T16:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T17:09:40.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NPR supports road rage</title><content type='html'>Well not really, but today on my way home from Odessa I heard a song which I have no idea as to the title but in this song the musician describes various typical situation and kicks off each chorus with "pulled out my pistol and blew them away". It may not seem funny yet but the comic genius was in the rhyme that I don't really remember now. There was also a song about potatoes set to the Mexican hat dance. NPR doles out its doses of crazy on Sundays apparently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-113857586895621114?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/113857586895621114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=113857586895621114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113857586895621114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113857586895621114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2006/01/npr-supports-road-rage.html' title='NPR supports road rage'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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-16534287.post-113857540595985665</id><published>2006-01-29T16:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T16:56:45.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Way better than Balloons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/image/0601/volcanoaurora2_shs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/image/0601/volcanoaurora2_shs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's pretty plus theres learning too! this is todays picture from &lt;a href="http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/astropix.html"&gt;NASA's Picture of the day&lt;/a&gt; website, very awesome pictures plus news and facts about the pictures they have. Not to mention the archives go back a few years, I spent hours there the first time i discovered it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-113857540595985665?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/113857540595985665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=113857540595985665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113857540595985665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113857540595985665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2006/01/way-better-than-balloons.html' title='Way better than Balloons'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-113746654052996719</id><published>2006-01-16T20:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T13:49:57.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>but why balloons?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(49, 228, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Superhero Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#94f1ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/superheronamegenerator/boy.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Superhero Name is The Sand Condor&lt;br /&gt;Your Superpower is Psychic&lt;br /&gt;Your Weakness is Balloons&lt;br /&gt;Your Weapon is Your Wind Crossbow&lt;br /&gt;Your Mode of Transportation is Cloud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/superheronamegenerator/"&gt;What's your Superhero Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-113746654052996719?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/113746654052996719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=113746654052996719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113746654052996719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113746654052996719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2006/01/but-why-balloons.html' title='but why balloons?'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-113678352837478073</id><published>2006-01-08T23:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T23:12:08.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored now</title><content type='html'>This has been the least productive sunday of my life, I was so bored that i couldn't even be bothered to play Morrow Wind my latest outdated videogame obsession. I made a salad, thats the only thing of note, and not really noteworthy since i screwed up the dressing a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-113678352837478073?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/113678352837478073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=113678352837478073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113678352837478073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113678352837478073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2006/01/bored-now.html' title='Bored now'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-113648253327742541</id><published>2006-01-05T11:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T11:35:33.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When people are bored.........</title><content type='html'>They come up with songs and put them into&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch.php?v=etVCUmgfMag"&gt; Video Form&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-113648253327742541?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/113648253327742541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=113648253327742541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113648253327742541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113648253327742541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-people-are-bored.html' title='When people are bored.........'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-113641379001853830</id><published>2006-01-04T16:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T13:50:28.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the day</title><content type='html'>People can adapt to almost anything except other people......and lava. There are some people I just can't stand. I went to another job interview yesterday, it went ok, but the guy who interviewed me was just the happiest idiot I've ever met in my life. We're not talking "glass is half full" were talking loosing touch with reality happy, I can't imagine working for this man. Theres more of a rant here but I'm too Bored to explore it futher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-113641379001853830?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/113641379001853830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=113641379001853830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113641379001853830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113641379001853830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2006/01/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought of the day'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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-16534287.post-113538035350454465</id><published>2005-12-23T17:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T17:25:53.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas Everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-113538035350454465?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/113538035350454465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=113538035350454465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113538035350454465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113538035350454465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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-16534287.post-113521192097711850</id><published>2005-12-21T18:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T18:39:03.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My new phone came</title><content type='html'>see above&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-113521192097711850?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/113521192097711850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=113521192097711850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113521192097711850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113521192097711850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-new-phone-came.html' title='My new phone came'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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-16534287.post-113513799029837067</id><published>2005-12-20T22:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T22:15:38.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet phone</title><content type='html'>A series of events conspired to destroy my phone yesterday. First, to kick off our two week layoff at work I went hunting with my dad, it was cold, and i got nothing. second, I had went home the night before to spend the night because we were leaving early on monday morning. third, my mom was sick and kinda out of it. Fourth, I left my phone at home in my jeans pocket. Fifth, my mom was doing a load of laundry and stuck my jeans in there to finish off the load. this is where three and five really come into play, being out of it, my mom didn't really check the pockets of my jeans before putting them in the wash, which when she did my laundry regulary she always did, so i attribute this to her flu. I came home to exceptionally clean and broken phone. A new one will arrive wednesday or thursday, so bless cingular for including two day delivery for insured phones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-113513799029837067?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/113513799029837067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=113513799029837067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113513799029837067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113513799029837067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2005/12/wet-phone.html' title='Wet phone'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-113428027229270224</id><published>2005-12-10T23:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T16:24:29.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The holiday scowl</title><content type='html'>Today i was unwillingly drug into the holiday driving shuffle, I just wanted to see a movie. The movie theater is across the street from a mall and has shops of it's own so extra trafficcy deliciousness. I was in a right lane where most everyone turns in to the kohls parking lot, when a guy trying to get on the street going the other way realized I wasn't turning and he needed to stop. I had to dodge him a bit, and it wasn't neccesarily his fault ( he couldn't see that I didn't have my blinker on, not that most people use them) but then i saw it, the holiday scowl, that look you get when you've just left a store after finding nothing suitable, and knowing that it will take you twenty minutes to get across the street with only marginal hopes of finding a gift. It's a combination of anger and hopelessness combined with too much crappy christmas music, it makes me laugh a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-113428027229270224?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/113428027229270224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=113428027229270224' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113428027229270224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113428027229270224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2005/12/holiday-scowl.html' title='The holiday scowl'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-113416340144635006</id><published>2005-12-09T15:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T15:23:21.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You should have thought of this before</title><content type='html'>When shopping for clothing as a gift the debate over whether or not it will fit the giftee should not take place as the cashier is ringing up you're items. The couple in front of me made this mistake at Old Navy today and I took a moment to think the worse of them, as should you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-113416340144635006?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/113416340144635006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=113416340144635006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113416340144635006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113416340144635006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-should-have-thought-of-this-before.html' title='You should have thought of this before'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-113367401000480555</id><published>2005-12-03T23:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T20:00:36.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>By the way</title><content type='html'>The chaps post isn't coming back, you all saw it anyway. Watch &lt;a href="http://www.transbuddha.com/mediaHolder.php?id=1132"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-113367401000480555?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/113367401000480555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=113367401000480555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113367401000480555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113367401000480555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2005/12/by-way.html' title='By the way'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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-16534287.post-113367397703703299</id><published>2005-12-03T23:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T23:26:17.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday fun</title><content type='html'>Margret, Donald, Robyn, and I hung out tonight, not neccesarily for my birthday but "happy birthday" was said so it was as much that as anything else. We played at killing princesses (no explaination for the uninitiated) monopoly, ate cholesterol with a bit of food in it at Winsteads, and drove around looking at christmas lights. all in all a fun night, truly it delivered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-113367397703703299?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/113367397703703299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=113367397703703299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113367397703703299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113367397703703299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2005/12/birthday-fun.html' title='Birthday fun'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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-16534287.post-113243535204518053</id><published>2005-11-19T15:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T15:22:32.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Forensic evidence of pie</title><content type='html'>I made an apple pie today, the first pie I have ever made. The funny part is I can see little thumbprints where I pinched the the crusts together, so if my pie is stolen and used in a crime I may get blamed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-113243535204518053?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/113243535204518053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=113243535204518053' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113243535204518053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113243535204518053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2005/11/forensic-evidence-of-pie.html' title='Forensic evidence of pie'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-113230586486505850</id><published>2005-11-18T03:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T15:25:25.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd Assortment</title><content type='html'>Some how late at night Ani Difranco and Nickle Creek make a great combination, I also found out about a new "progressive blue grass" band called the Duhks, who are very good if you like that sort of thing. I find myself leaning towards obscure bands more and more, I blame MTV for homogenizing popular music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-113230586486505850?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/113230586486505850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=113230586486505850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113230586486505850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113230586486505850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2005/11/odd-assortment.html' title='Odd Assortment'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-113226225448528992</id><published>2005-11-17T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T15:18:16.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Soup of the day</title><content type='html'>I made chili today and then ate it, Oh the drama. In other drama related news my roommate Robyn found out her old boyfriend and one of her old friends are getting married(insert awkward history of awkwardness here), I of course already knew this since I was the one that told the person that informed her. She got mad at me for not telling her news about two people who aren't in her life, while I find this both funny and irrational, I had to apologize for not telling her. I guess some people really don't get over things. Oh yes the chili was good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-113226225448528992?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/113226225448528992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=113226225448528992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113226225448528992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113226225448528992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2005/11/soup-of-day.html' title='Soup of the day'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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-16534287.post-113202866653008966</id><published>2005-11-14T22:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T22:24:26.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A modest proposal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3176/1572/1600/jesusland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3176/1572/320/jesusland.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to ad missouri to it, maybe Iowa, get them drunk enough and they'll agree to anything.&lt;br /&gt;But missouri would most likely become part of jesus land......sadly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-113202866653008966?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/113202866653008966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=113202866653008966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113202866653008966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113202866653008966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2005/11/modest-proposal.html' title='A modest proposal'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-113201945503312305</id><published>2005-11-14T19:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T20:33:28.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a mathematically impossible level of boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sometimes when I'm bored I turn on Itunes and play freecell (that little solitaire game that comes with windows) or some other crappy game, on this particular night I was playing freecell, after finishing a game I looked at my stats and I have a 59% win ratio, not being satisfied I decided to check the math being convinced if the correct rounding was figured in I would have a 60%, alas, My actual rating is 58.97% so I guess it was rounding. In doing the math not only have I achieved a new level of patheticism (it’s a word now damn it) I’m also slightly worse at my boredom game.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-113201945503312305?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/113201945503312305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=113201945503312305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113201945503312305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113201945503312305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2005/11/mathematically-impossible-level-of.html' title='a mathematically impossible level of boredom'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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-16534287.post-113029619379692257</id><published>2005-10-25T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T22:45:00.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tubs O' fun</title><content type='html'>decided to finish off the maragrita bucket thats been in the fridge forever. it has no mold so i'll assume it's ok, as i drink more the assumption should matter less and less. just thought you should know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-113029619379692257?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/113029619379692257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=113029619379692257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113029619379692257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/113029619379692257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2005/10/tubs-o-fun.html' title='Tubs O&apos; fun'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-112958276703885562</id><published>2005-10-17T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T22:10:21.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovering a car</title><content type='html'>First of all my car is now back in my possession after many hoops (oh hell this qualifies as trials and tribulations). First you have to go to a building to pay to get your stolen goods back, before you pay the only information you get is whether or not they determine as drivable or not drivable, and whatever damage they think your car may have incurred (two windows out and a broken steering column in my case), so I paid my 75 bucks since it was "drivable" next you venture to the lot and wait to have an attendant escort you to the vehicle. The lot is football field sized graveyard, I think they put the worst cars up front to scare you. Only one person is allowed in so I sent my dad since he is more mechanically inclined, so like a contestant on bizarro "who wants to be a millionaire" I used my lifeline. It is after he comes back without the car we find out that whoever determined the car drivable doesn't know that cars need batteries. So we go to a store, get a battery, and wait in line some more, apparently that was all the damage they did to the engine, so we were on our way. At some point during the drive I decided to see what would happen if you rolled a broken window up, not surprising that nothing happens, although a miracle occurred one of the windows repaired itself and rolled up, well either a miracle or further proof that the person in charge of determining damage might indeed be a hamster. At any rate my car is back and will be fixed soon enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-112958276703885562?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/112958276703885562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=112958276703885562' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/112958276703885562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/112958276703885562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2005/10/recovering-car.html' title='Recovering a car'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-112955965300235853</id><published>2005-10-17T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T09:34:13.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My car is found</title><content type='html'>So the police found my car, i haven't seen it yet but they said there are just two windows out and the steering column is busted, that means i didn't leave my keys in my car to all the idiots who ask if i left them in there. so i journey now to go see martha and bring her back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-112955965300235853?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/112955965300235853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=112955965300235853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/112955965300235853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/112955965300235853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-car-is-found.html' title='My car is found'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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-16534287.post-112746503329977798</id><published>2005-09-23T03:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T03:43:53.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Solution for writers block</title><content type='html'>found something to write about. My car has been stolen. Woot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-112746503329977798?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/112746503329977798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=112746503329977798' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/112746503329977798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/112746503329977798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2005/09/solution-for-writers-block.html' title='Solution for writers block'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-112742512312063438</id><published>2005-09-22T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T16:38:43.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Writers block</title><content type='html'>this will be the sixth time I've tried to write something on this screen and ended up deleting it, not sure as of yet if I'll delete this or not, not much to update people on. There is however a BBQ on sunday that I'm going to that I'm quite sure will end in tears, well atleast vague annoyance. I just have a bad feeling about it, so you guys will get news on that Monday to be sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-112742512312063438?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/112742512312063438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=112742512312063438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/112742512312063438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/112742512312063438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2005/09/writers-block.html' title='Writers block'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-112684825101182082</id><published>2005-09-16T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T00:39:59.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>93.3: The Suckening</title><content type='html'>I just spent time in a car listening to 93.3 and they suck, more than they used to ...... alot more. Just thought people should know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-112684825101182082?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/112684825101182082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=112684825101182082' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/112684825101182082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/112684825101182082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2005/09/933-suckening.html' title='93.3: The Suckening'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-112684812904203611</id><published>2005-09-16T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T10:49:18.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oven Capers</title><content type='html'>So the heating element in my oven is going out, it kinda looks like it's welding itself. My pizza turned out fine (in case anyone was worried) despite the blinding light, that pizza is now forever known as the little pizza that could, since it overcame adversity and whatnot. The maintenance people are supposed to come in the morning and replace it, while they weren't specific as to whether they were replacing the element or the oven, I’m thinking it will be just the element. My roommate Robyn is secretly hoping that it will be the whole thing that gets replace, but she's used to disappointment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-112684812904203611?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/112684812904203611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=112684812904203611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/112684812904203611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/112684812904203611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2005/09/oven-capers.html' title='Oven Capers'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-112660093883084533</id><published>2005-09-13T03:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T03:43:42.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Robyn the plague bearer</title><content type='html'>i'd like to give thanks to robyn for giving me this cold that is currently depriving me of sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-112660093883084533?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/112660093883084533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=112660093883084533' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/112660093883084533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/112660093883084533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2005/09/robyn-plague-bearer.html' title='Robyn the plague bearer'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-112658363936535968</id><published>2005-09-12T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T22:53:59.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea Serpent</title><content type='html'>So I fell asleep early yesterday and ended up waking up around six this morning. I went out on the deck to have a cigarette (shut it Spare). There was a snake swimming past in the pond that my apartment complex has, and in that fog of focus you get in the morning where you really only see the thing you looking at and nothing in the periphery it looked huge like one of those blurry pictures of Loch Ness. As I paid it a little more attention I realized it was only about three feet long and there was a duck giving it a wide berth, but that was about it. Something you'd only think about early in the morning when you aren't quite awake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-112658363936535968?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/112658363936535968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=112658363936535968' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/112658363936535968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/112658363936535968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2005/09/sea-serpent.html' title='Sea Serpent'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-112652523623321627</id><published>2005-09-12T06:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T06:40:36.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapel shopping</title><content type='html'>So I went with Robyn yesterday to Powell Gardens to see the chapel. I think she and Joe decided to go with it but you'd have to ask her to be sure or, you know, go to the wedding. Robyn was getting sick so we didn't stay long. the time frames they give you are a little cramped she has two hours to get in and get out, that will be fun to watch even though I'm sure I'll be included in the chaos, I mean festivities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-112652523623321627?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/112652523623321627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=112652523623321627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/112652523623321627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/112652523623321627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2005/09/chapel-shopping.html' title='Chapel shopping'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534287.post-112623836514600975</id><published>2005-09-08T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T10:20:01.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So you people win</title><content type='html'>Here it is the grand inanity of my life and you fools drove me to it, I blame Jim mostly. It's becoming this odd thing, today I saw a link in which you could read hurricane victims’ blogs about surviving the storm. Some sort of eerie voyeurism I suppose. I like that my life just keeps going the way it usually does small adventures here and there and drama trickling in from my roommate Robyn. So this won't be that interesting. Anyway, there’s my thought and initial post. Now go claw your eyes out, I command it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16534287-112623836514600975?l=mightbeworse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/feeds/112623836514600975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16534287&amp;postID=112623836514600975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/112623836514600975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16534287/posts/default/112623836514600975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightbeworse.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-you-people-win.html' title='So you people win'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731722929974275436</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
