<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9680045</id><updated>2009-11-06T14:30:14.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Pete's Sake!</title><subtitle type='html'>An outlet for my views, opinions, and humor (which is anything but dry).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4petessake.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9680045/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4petessake.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17496274733262246358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9680045.post-111068273747790013</id><published>2005-03-12T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T21:58:57.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>According to Tom . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tom always has the best way of putting it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All right then, we'll use a water solution," Tom acquiesced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"There's room for one more," Tom admitted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Here's your allowance for the next two weeks," Tom advanced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Aw, come on! Why can't we ever go to the game?" Tom bawled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I am NOT full of hot air," Tom belched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The fire's going out!" Tom bellowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The giant sea creature died," Tom blubbered and wailed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"My ancestor was a famous Confederate general who had an army fort named  after him," Tom bragged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I don't like this brush," Tom bristled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I like Chinese detective films!" Tom chanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I want another plate of steamers!" Tom clamoured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Have another cola," Tom coaxed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"We've overthrown the government," Tom cooed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I saw more black birds than you did," Tom crowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"So what if the Greek piper god is deceased?" Tom deadpanned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Someone removed all the twos from this deck," Tom deduced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Beagles are all dumb," Tom dogmatized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Work, work, work! That's all I ever do," Tom droned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I used to be a goldminer," Tom exclaimed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I used to be a pilot," Tom explained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I've done well on my diet," Tom expounded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I used to work for Manpower," Tom extemporized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I hope I can still play the guitar," Tom fretted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I must be just a visitor," Tom guessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I've struck oil," Tom gushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I feel empty inside," Tom hollered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"That mischievous child deceived me," Tom implied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"She must be wearing her mink inside out," Tom inferred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"This meat is not very tender," Tom insinuated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I can stay on pitch when I sing," Tom intoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You look like a baby goat," Tom kidded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You know, I do love cats," Tom mused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"That's not a sheltie - it's just a mongrel," Tom muttered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"O! What I'd give to see the nicest of all trees - evergreens!" Tom  opined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The exit is right there," Tom pointed out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"We'll get there before you do," Tom and Harry predicted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Yippee! Another windstorm," Tom regaled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I want to renew my membership," Tom rejoined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'm never anywhere on time," Tom related.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I used to think amputation was irreversible," Tom remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'll glue the sheets of wood back together," Tom replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Corroborate that again," Tom reproved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"May I go look for the Holy Grail again?" Tom requested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"We're having calf once again," Tom revealed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"That's it! No more! That's my third electric shock this week!" Tom  revolted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I got the stain out of my favorite shirt!" Tom shouted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I ate the last candy bar," Tom snickered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"It looks like it's going to storm," Tom thundered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I hate milking cows," Tom uttered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Oh no! It's Moby Dick!" Tom wailed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Yuk! My grape juice has fermented," Tom whined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I don't like sweet potatoes," Tom yammered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9680045-111068273747790013?l=4petessake.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9680045/posts/default/111068273747790013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9680045/posts/default/111068273747790013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4petessake.blogspot.com/2005/03/according-to-tom.html' title='According to Tom . . .'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17496274733262246358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15932581946989489168'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9680045.post-111068216112939176</id><published>2005-03-12T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T21:49:21.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three C's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COWS:&lt;/span&gt; Is it just me, or does anyone else find it amazing that our  government can track a cow born in Canada almost three years ago, right to the  stall where she sleeps in the state of Washington. They also tracked her calves  to their stalls, but they are unable to locate 11 million illegal aliens  wandering around our country. Maybe we should give each illegal alien a  cow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONSTITUTION:&lt;/span&gt; They keep talking about drafting a Constitution for Iraq. Why  don't we just give them OURS? It was written by a lot of really smart guys; it's  worked for over 200 years; and we're obviously not using it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMMANDMENTS:&lt;/span&gt; The real reason that we can't have the Ten Commandments in a  Courthouse... You cannot post "Thou shalt not steal" and "Thou shalt not bear  false witness" in a building full of lawyers, judges, and politicians.  Apparently it creates a hostile work environment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9680045-111068216112939176?l=4petessake.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4petessake.blogspot.com/feeds/111068216112939176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9680045&amp;postID=111068216112939176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9680045/posts/default/111068216112939176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9680045/posts/default/111068216112939176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4petessake.blogspot.com/2005/03/three-cs.html' title='Three C&apos;s'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17496274733262246358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15932581946989489168'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9680045.post-110572474782108937</id><published>2005-01-14T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T12:45:47.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboys and Muslims</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Three strangers strike up a conversation in the airport passenger  lounge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in Bozeman, Montana, awaiting their flights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One is an American Indian passing through from Lame Deer.  Another is  a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cowboy on his way to Billings for a livestock show and the third&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;passenger is a undamentalist Arab student, newly arrived at Montana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;State University from the Middle East.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon, the two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Westerners learn that the Arab is a devout, radical Muslim and the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;conversation falls into an uneasy lull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The cowboy leans back in his chair, crosses his boots on a magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;table and tips his big sweat-stained hat forward over his face. The  wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;outside is blowing tumbleweeds around, and the old windsock is  flapping;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but still no plane comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, the American Indian clears his throat and softly he speaks,  At&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one time here, my people were many, but sadly, now we are few."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Muslim student raises an eyebrow and leans forward, "Once my  people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;were few," he sneers, "and now we are many. Why do you suppose that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Montana cowboy shifts his toothpick to one side of his mouth and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the darkness beneath his Stetson says in a drawl, ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"That's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but I do believe it's a-comin'."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9680045-110572474782108937?l=4petessake.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4petessake.blogspot.com/feeds/110572474782108937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9680045&amp;postID=110572474782108937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9680045/posts/default/110572474782108937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9680045/posts/default/110572474782108937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4petessake.blogspot.com/2005/01/cowboys-and-muslims.html' title='Cowboys and Muslims'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17496274733262246358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15932581946989489168'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9680045.post-110498017325280353</id><published>2005-01-05T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T21:56:13.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goofy Answering Machine Messages</title><content type='html'> &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I almost thought about putting some of these on my answering machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, you are talking to a machine. I am capable of receiving messages.  My owners do not need siding, windows, or a hot tub, and their carpets are  clean. They do their charitable giving through their church and don't need their  picture taken. If you're still with me, leave your name and number and they will  get back to you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello, this is the Brown residence. We're in the middle of a family fight  right now. Leave your name and number at the beep, and whoever wins will call  you right back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sorry - all of our operators are busy right now, but if you'll leave  your name, telephone number, a brief message, and the time you called, we'll get  back to you as soon as possible. Thank you and have a pleasant day. (This can  dissuade prank and sales callers who don't know it's really a private  line.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Greetings, you have reached the Sixth Sense Detective Agency. We know who  you are and what you want, so at the sound of the tone, please hang up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So long as phones can ring and eyes can see, Leave a message, and I'll get  back to thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello. You have reached Dial-an-Unpopular-Luncheon-Meat. I am pickle and  pimento loaf. Please leave me a message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you for calling the CSU Automated Hearing Test Line. Prepare for Test  1. Is this tone louder in your left ear or right ear? ... BEEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi, this is George. I'm sorry I can't answer the phone right now. Leave a  message, and then wait by your phone until I call you back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello. I'm home right now but cannot find the phone. Please leave a message  and I will call you up as soon as I find it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't come to the phone now because I have amnesia and I feel stupid  talking to people I don't remember. I'd appreciate it if you could help me out  by leaving my name and telling me something about myself. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello... Yes, I'd like to order two medium pepperoni pizzas, please, with  extra cheese... Oh, did I get the wrong number? Sorry about that. (Click.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is Dan's answering machine. Please leave your name and number, and  after I've doctored the tape, your message will implicate you in a federal crime  and be brought to the attention of the FBI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Hi! Now you say something."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have reached 555-6238. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Hello. I am David's answering machine. What are you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Hello, this is Sally's microwave. Her answering machine just eloped with  her tape deck, so I'm stuck with taking her calls. Say, if you want anything  cooked while you leave your message, just hold it up to the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"This is not an answering machine - this is a telepathic, thought-recording  device. After the tone, think about your name, your reason for calling, and a  number where I can reach you, and I'll think about returning your call."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Hello!" (give caller sufficient time to say "hello" back...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Hello!" (once again give caller sufficient time to say hello  back...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Something must be wrong with my phone again ... I can't hear you. Just go  ahead leave a message when you hear the tone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi! John's answering machine is broken. This is his refrigerator. Please  speak very slowly, and I'll stick your message to myself with one of these  magnets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The number you have reached, 555-0477, has been changed. The new number is  555-0477. Please make a note of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Hi. I am probably home and just avoiding someone I don't want to talk to.  Leave me a message, and if I don't call back, it's you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you are a burglar, then we're probably at home cleaning our weapons  right now and can't come to the phone. Otherwise, we probably aren't home and  it's safe to leave us a message." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You're growing tired. Your eyelids are getting heavy. You feel very sleepy  now. You are gradually losing your willpower and your ability to resist  suggestions. When you hear the tone you will feel helplessly compelled to leave  your name, number, and a message."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Starship Enterprise, Uhura here, can you hold please? - Captain, there is a  transmission coming in on hailing frequency seven, do you want it on  screen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You have reached the CPX-2000 Voice Blackmail System. Your voice patterns  are now being digitally encoded and stored for later use. Once this is done, our  computers will be able to use the sound of your voice for literally thousands of  illegal purposes. There is no charge for this initial consultation. However our  staff of professional extortionists will contact you in the near future to  further explain the benefits of our service, and to arrange for your schedule of  payment. Remember to speak clearly at the sound of the tone. Thank you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please leave a message. However, you have the right to remain silent.  Everything you say will be recorded and will be used by us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello, this is Ron's toaster. Ron's new answering machine is in the shop  for repairs, so please leave a message when the toast is done....  (Cachunk!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello, this is WABC, and you're on the air!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello, and congratulations! You're caller number nine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Very fast) Hi, this is 555-4344. If you'd like to leave a message, please  wait for the tone. If you want to leave your name and number, please press  pound, press 3, then dial your name, then press 6 and dial your number. If you  want to leave your name and just a message, press star, press 6, ask for  extension 4443, then leave your name and message. If you want to leave your  number and the time you called, please press star twice, spin in a circle, press  1 twice, talk loud and BEEP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the Literacy Self Test Hotline. After the tone, leave your name and  number and recite a sentence using today's vocabulary word. Today's word is  "supercilious".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you for calling 555-2322. If you wish to speak to Tim, push 1 on your  touch tone phone now. If you wish to speak to Lynn, push 2 on your touch tone  phone now. If you have a wrong number, push 3 on your touch tone phone now. All  of this button pushing doesn't do anything, but it is a good way to work off  anger, and it makes us feel like we have a big time phone system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't come to the phone now, so if, well, actually, I CAN come to the  phone now, I mean, like, I'm at the phone NOW recording this message, but I'm  doing this NOW, while you're listening to it LATER, except for you I guess it's  NOW, like when you're listening to it...I mean like, wait, oh boy. This is  confusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi, you've reached 555-2359. We're not ... BEEP ... eht retfa egassem ruoy  eveal esaelp os ,won thgir emoh ton er'eW .gnillac rof uoy knahT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have reached the number you have dialed. Please leave a message after  the beep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"To speak, or not to speak, that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in  the mind to leave a message after the beep, or to take arms against a sea of  answering machines, and by opposing, end them. To dial, to speak, no more. Thus  answering machines do make cowards of us all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9680045-110498017325280353?l=4petessake.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4petessake.blogspot.com/feeds/110498017325280353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9680045&amp;postID=110498017325280353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9680045/posts/default/110498017325280353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9680045/posts/default/110498017325280353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4petessake.blogspot.com/2005/01/goofy-answering-machine-messages.html' title='Goofy Answering Machine Messages'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17496274733262246358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15932581946989489168'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9680045.post-110488547978675331</id><published>2005-01-04T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T19:45:28.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My links</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you look at the right side of my page, you will see a section called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Links&lt;/span&gt;. This is where I put links to some of my favorite internet sites and services. I encourage you to check them out. If you would like to see your link there, you have to convince me that it's worth while. I put links to things I like; it's my way of "paying" these people for free internet stuff or promoting worthy causes. To inform me of your request for a link on my blog, comment on this post. I'll check you out. I'll go ahead and tell you now that my interests lie mainly in the area of webdesign. If you are something way off from that, don't bother. If I really detest you, I'll delete the comment so fast your head will spin and will encourage people to NOT bother with you. I look forward to promoting &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(some of)&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9680045-110488547978675331?l=4petessake.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4petessake.blogspot.com/feeds/110488547978675331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9680045&amp;postID=110488547978675331' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9680045/posts/default/110488547978675331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9680045/posts/default/110488547978675331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4petessake.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-links.html' title='My links'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17496274733262246358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15932581946989489168'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9680045.post-110461694220699788</id><published>2005-01-01T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T17:03:51.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This joke has about a million different answers, I know. But hear the answer straight from some famous people. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;GEORGE W BUSH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt; We don't really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road, or not. The chicken is either against us, or for us. There is no middle ground here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;u&gt;COLIN   POWELL&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/u&gt;Now   to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the   chicken crossing the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;u&gt;HANS   BLIX&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/u&gt;We   have reason to believe there is a chicken, but we have not yet been allowed to   have access to the other side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;u&gt;JOHN   KERRY&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;lthough   I voted to let the chicken cross the road, I am now against it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;u&gt;RALPH   NADER&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/u&gt;The chicken's habitat on the other side of the road had been polluted by unchecked industrial greed. The chicken did not reach the unspoiled habitat on the other side of the road because it was crushed by the wheels of a gas-guzzling SUV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;u&gt;PAT   BUCHANAN&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/u&gt;To   steal the job of a decent, hardworking American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;u&gt;RUSH   LIMBAUGH&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/u&gt;I don't know why the chicken crossed the road, but I'll bet it was getting a government grant to cross the road, and I'll bet that somebody out there is already forming a support group to help chickens with crossing-the-road syndrome. Can you believe this?!? How much more of this can real Americans take? Chickens crossing the road paid for by their tax dollars. And when I say tax dollars, I'm talking about your money, money the government took from you to build a road for chickens to cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;u&gt;MARTHA   STEWART&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/u&gt;No one called me to warn me which way that chicken was going. I had a standing order at the Farmer's Market to sell my eggs when the price dropped to a certain level. No little bird gave me any insider information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;u&gt;DR   SEUSS&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/u&gt;Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes, the chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed I've not been told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;u&gt;ERNEST   HEMINGWAY&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/u&gt;To   die in the rain. Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;u&gt;MARTIN   LUTHER KING, JR&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/u&gt;I   envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads without having   their motives called into question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;u&gt;GRANDPA&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/u&gt;In my day, we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Somebody told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;u&gt;BARBARA   WALTERS&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/u&gt;Isn't that interesting? In a few moments, we will be listening to the chicken tell, for the first time, the heartwarming story of how it experienced a serious case of molting, and went on to accomplish its life long dream of crossing the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;u&gt;JOHN   LENNON&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/u&gt;Imagine   all the chickens in the world crossing roads together - in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;u&gt;ARISTOTLE&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/u&gt;It   is the nature of chickens to cross the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;u&gt;KARL   MARX&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/u&gt;It   was an historic inevitability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;u&gt;RONALD   REAGAN&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/u&gt;What   chicken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;u&gt;CAPTAIN   KIRK&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/u&gt;To   boldly go where no chicken has ever gone before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;u&gt;SIGMUND   FREUD&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/u&gt;The   fact that you are at all concerned that the chicken crossed the road reveals   your underlying sexual insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;u&gt;BILL   GATES&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/u&gt;I have just witnessed eChicken2003, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your checkbook. Internet explorer is an integral part of eChicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;u&gt;ALBERT   EINSTEIN&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;id   the chicken really cross the road, or did the road move beneath the chicken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;u&gt;BILL   CLINTON&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/u&gt;I   did not cross the road with THAT chicken. What is your definition of chicken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;u&gt;AL   GORE&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/u&gt;I   invented the chicken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;u&gt;COLONEL   SANDERS&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/u&gt;Did   I miss one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9680045-110461694220699788?l=4petessake.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4petessake.blogspot.com/feeds/110461694220699788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9680045&amp;postID=110461694220699788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9680045/posts/default/110461694220699788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9680045/posts/default/110461694220699788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4petessake.blogspot.com/2005/01/why-did-chicken-cross-road.html' title='Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road?'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17496274733262246358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15932581946989489168'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9680045.post-110455217029278803</id><published>2004-12-31T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T23:02:50.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in Lebanon . . . </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's interesting . . . very interesting . . . so interesting in fact that my city has been noted as having the 2nd most unusual New Year's Tradition &lt;em&gt;(source PAPI International).&lt;/em&gt; What is it, you may ask?  Well, NY drops a ball, Lancaster and York drop roses - everybody drops something!  But my city has the second most unusual drop in the country - Bologna! That's right, bologna! If there's one thing that Lebanon is famous for, it's bologna; not just any old bologna, a 7' long &lt;em&gt;Lebanon&lt;/em&gt; Bologna! Good stuff, that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who had the 1st most unusual, you may ask? Lebanon was outdone only by another county in Pennsylvania (name, i forget) that drops a stuffed goat! Now &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; is a bunch of bologna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9680045-110455217029278803?l=4petessake.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4petessake.blogspot.com/feeds/110455217029278803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9680045&amp;postID=110455217029278803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9680045/posts/default/110455217029278803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9680045/posts/default/110455217029278803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4petessake.blogspot.com/2004/12/only-in-lebanon.html' title='Only in Lebanon . . . '/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17496274733262246358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15932581946989489168'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9680045.post-110445336192983280</id><published>2004-12-30T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T19:36:01.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats Bloggers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Congrats to all Bloggers on being People of the Year! Tonight, ABC news dubbed bloggers as one of their "People of the Year" groups.  Applause! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9680045-110445336192983280?l=4petessake.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4petessake.blogspot.com/feeds/110445336192983280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9680045&amp;postID=110445336192983280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9680045/posts/default/110445336192983280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9680045/posts/default/110445336192983280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4petessake.blogspot.com/2004/12/congrats-bloggers.html' title='Congrats Bloggers!'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17496274733262246358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15932581946989489168'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9680045.post-110428858568594960</id><published>2004-12-28T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T21:49:45.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve History</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are some important events that were accomplished just before the turn of a new year (some people just had to get in their quota)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- On Dec. 31, 1879: Thomas Edison publicly demonstrated his electric incandescent light in Menlo Park, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt; - In 1775: The British repulsed an attack by Continental Army Gens. Richard Montgomery and Benedict Arnold at Quebec. Montgomery was killed.&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- In 1862: President Lincoln signed an act admitting West Virginia to  the Union.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- In 1897: Brooklyn, N.Y., was on the eve as a separate entity before       becoming part of New York City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- In 1946: President Truman officially proclaimed the end of  hostilities in World War II.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- In 1961: The Marshall Plan expired after distributing more than $12       billion in foreign aid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- In 1974: Americans were allowed to buy and own gold for the first       time in more than 40 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- In 1978: Taiwanese diplomats struck their colors for the last time       from the embassy flagpole in Washington, marking the end of diplomatic relations with the United States.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- In 1985: Singer Rick Nelson, 45, and six other people died in a       fire aboard a DC-3 while they were en route to Dallas for a New Year's Eve performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- In 1986: Fire killed 97 people in the Dupont Plaza Hotel in San Juan, Puerto Rico. Three hotel workers later pleaded guilty to charges in connection with the blaze. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- In 1989: Israeli Prime Minister Yitzhak Shamir fired Science  Minister Ezer Weizman, accusing him of meeting with officials of       the Palestine Liberation Organization.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- In 1994: Bosnian government officials and Bosnian Serb leaders signed a U.N.-brokered cease-fire agreement; Russian ground forces launched a ferocious assault on the Chechen capital of Grozny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- In 1997: Michael Kennedy, 39-year-old son of the late Senator  Robert F. Kennedy, was killed in a skiing accident on Aspen       Mountain in Colorado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- in 1998: Europe's leaders proclaimed a new era as 11 nations merged currencies to create the euro, a shared money they said would boost business, underpin unity and strengthen roles in world affairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9680045-110428858568594960?l=4petessake.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9680045/posts/default/110428858568594960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9680045/posts/default/110428858568594960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4petessake.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-years-eve-history.html' title='New Years Eve History'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17496274733262246358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15932581946989489168'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9680045.post-110358094831645760</id><published>2004-12-20T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T21:24:29.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Kwazmaska!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:sigh: What's up with the world? Can't you say Merry Christmas anymore without being branded as "politically incorrect"? I realize that other people are celebrating other holidays and that not everyone believes in Christmas (thats another story). In fact, one of my co-workers doesn't. Now i'm not saying that we should "enforce" our holiday on others that don't want anything to do with it (but certainly if you know of the true meaning of &lt;em&gt;Christ&lt;/em&gt;mas, you should be spreading the good news), but this personal encounter of mine just ticked me off. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We just got our Christmas tree this past Saturday (late, i know). Finally found a good one that was left at a small family-run farm. The man in charge was very nice - picked the tree up, shook the dead needles off, put it in one of those plastic mesh thingies, and took it to our car. This being done, he departs by saying, "You folks enjoy the holidays now."  Enjoy &lt;strong&gt;what&lt;/strong&gt;?!  For crying out loud, one would think that you could be safe in saying Merry Christmas at a Christmas tree farm!!  Do you really think that someone will be offended because they were actually picking up their Hannakah tree! Really now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For those of you who are also fed up with people saying "Happy Holidays", I recommend a reply of "Happy Kwazmaska to you too!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9680045-110358094831645760?l=4petessake.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4petessake.blogspot.com/feeds/110358094831645760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9680045&amp;postID=110358094831645760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9680045/posts/default/110358094831645760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9680045/posts/default/110358094831645760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4petessake.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-kwazmaska.html' title='Happy Kwazmaska!'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17496274733262246358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15932581946989489168'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9680045.post-110348312891432663</id><published>2004-12-19T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T14:07:44.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some counselors claim that hanging lights on a Christmas tree is one of the three most stressful situations in relationships? They say the other two danger zones are teaching your mate to drive and wallpapering. With this in mind I present the following to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;What &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to Say when Hanging Lights on the Christmas Tree!&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello!!! You've got two red lights right next to each other. You're supposed to go yellow, green, red, blue, not yellow, red, red, green, blue..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Up a little higher. You can reach it. Go on, try."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you do to these lights when you put them away every year? Tie them in knots?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're not going to do it right, don't do it at all. Don't just throw them on, like you do the icicles. You're worse than your father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here! Give me that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care if you have found another two strings, I'm done!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've just wound 'em around and around - I thought we agreed it shouldn't look like a spiral this year?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's the cat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've got the whole thing on the tree upside down. The electric plug thingie should be down here at the bottom, not up at the top." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9680045-110348312891432663?l=4petessake.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9680045/posts/default/110348312891432663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9680045/posts/default/110348312891432663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4petessake.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-lights.html' title='Christmas Lights'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17496274733262246358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15932581946989489168'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9680045.post-110340777778790950</id><published>2004-12-18T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T17:54:21.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every year around Christmas time, it seems that everybody has nothing else to do except try to make the rest of the world groan over their Christmas "jokes" (Dad . . .). You see, all of those poor starving comedians know what time of year it is; everyone is thinking about Christmas, and the only way to get the populous to pay more attention to them than to shopping, Santa, and snowflakes is to start spouting off jokes that fit the mood of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but don't get the idea that I hate those kind of jokes, in fact, some of them are quite hilarious (it must be that those comedians are trying extra hard). Let me share a couple with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average 40 year old American has heard appoximately 16.3 different versions of the 12 Days of Christmas &lt;i&gt;(source: PAPI International, 2004)&lt;/i&gt;. Since I'm a homeschooler (yeah!), this one particularly appeals to me . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;The 12 Days of Homeschool&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the &lt;b&gt;first&lt;/b&gt; day of Homeschool my neighbor said to me. . . "Can you homeschool legally?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;b&gt;second&lt;/b&gt; day of Homeschool my neighbor said to me . . . "Are they socialized? And can you homeschool legally?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;b&gt;third&lt;/b&gt; day of Homeschool my neighbor said to me. . . "Do you give them tests? Are they socialized? And can you homeschool legally?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;b&gt;fourth&lt;/b&gt; day of Homeschool my neighbor said to me . . . "What about P.E.? Do you give them tests? Are they socialized? And can you homeschool legally?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;b&gt;fifth&lt;/b&gt; day of Homeschool my neighbor said to me. . . "You are so strange. What about P.E.? Do you give them tests? Are they socialized? And can you homeschool legally?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;b&gt;sixth&lt;/b&gt; day of Homeschool my neighbor said to me . . . "Why do you do this? You are so strange. What about P.E.? Do you give them tests? Are they socialized? And can you homeschool legally?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;b&gt;seventh&lt;/b&gt; day of Homeschool my neighbor said to me . . . "How long will you homeschool? Why do you do this? You are so strange. What about P.E.? Do you give them tests? Are they socialized? And can you homeschool legally?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;b&gt;eighth&lt;/b&gt; day of Homeschool my neighbor said to me . . . "Look at what they're missing. How long will you homeschool? Why do you do this? You are so strange. What about P.E.? Do you give them tests? Are they socialized? And can you homeschool legally?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;b&gt;ninth&lt;/b&gt; day of Homeschool my neighbor said to me . . . "I could never do this. Look at what they're missing. How long will you homeschool? Why do you do this? You are so strange. What about P.E.? Do you give them tests? Are they socialized? And can you homeschool legally?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;b&gt;tenth&lt;/b&gt; day of Homeschool my neighbor said to me . . . "They'll miss the prom. I could never do this. Look at what they're missing. How long will you homeschool? Why do you do this? You are so strange. What about P.E.? Do you give them tests? Are they socialized? And can you homeschool legally?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;b&gt;eleventh&lt;/b&gt; day of Homeschool my neighbor said to me . . . "What about graduation? They'll miss the prom. I could never do this. Look at what they're missing. How long will you homeschool? Why do you do this? You are so strange. What about P.E.? Do you give them tests? Are they socialized? And can you homeschool legally?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;b&gt;twelth&lt;/b&gt; day of Homeschool my neighbor said to me . . . "Can they go to college? What about graduation? They'll miss the prom. I could never do this. Look at what they're missing. How long will you homeschool? Why do you do this? You are so strange. What about P.E.? Do you give them tests? Are they socialized? And can you homeschool legally?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you a day to recover from your laughter and give you another good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9680045-110340777778790950?l=4petessake.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9680045/posts/default/110340777778790950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9680045/posts/default/110340777778790950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4petessake.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-humor.html' title='Christmas Humor'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17496274733262246358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15932581946989489168'/></author></entry></feed>