<?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-5641007</id><updated>2011-12-18T22:43:51.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hippoblogopus</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</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>239</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-8482432688973421998</id><published>2010-06-28T20:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T20:19:43.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>remember who you used to wasLooking back through this blog feels strange.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/8482432688973421998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/8482432688973421998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#8482432688973421998' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-5656261373174005682</id><published>2007-07-07T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T10:45:37.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>next big thingTwo clips from The Jogger, directed by Ken Williams.  And featuring my friend Brandon from college in the Laser Tag helmet as Quim.Pigeon WalkerAdd to My Profile |  More VideosI'm Gonna Make a "J"Add to My Profile |  More Videos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/5656261373174005682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/5656261373174005682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5656261373174005682' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-110401104572023379</id><published>2004-12-25T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T13:44:05.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the hair in my beard is now longer than the hair on my headBut I guess that's not really saying much...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/110401104572023379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/110401104572023379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110401104572023379' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-108960034508244327</id><published>2004-07-11T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T19:45:45.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everyman's dilemmaI've seen another guitar I can't resist.  It's a custom guitar; so I can't say I'll just buy one later.  The problem is that I was almost on the verge of almost being ready to buy a recording system.  The recording system can wait, but it's been waiting for over six months already.  I'll probably let the guitar pass and get ready to almost get the recording system.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108960034508244327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108960034508244327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108960034508244327' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-108948598042198224</id><published>2004-07-10T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T12:18:40.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________________________________the glory days of Shithead Jones (the summer of 1986)My favorite memory from the Olympics was when I took my Commodore 64 to my cousin's house one afternoon during the summer right after sixth grade and another cousin of mine (who didn't live there) signed up as Shithead Jones on "Summer Games II."  Shithead Jones won a bronze metal in every event that day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108948598042198224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108948598042198224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108948598042198224' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-108898930622511371</id><published>2004-07-04T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T18:05:20.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my last requestBury me in full KISS make-up.  I have to have the KISS Kasket when I die.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108898930622511371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108898930622511371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108898930622511371' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-108835364106437605</id><published>2004-06-27T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T09:49:00.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God damn it, stay out of my digestive systemWhen I was an exchange student a couple of years ago, I discovered that the entire country of Germany is fixated on my digestive system.  I was regularly questioned about what I had eaten on any given day, what I was planning to eat at the next meal, what I liked to eat in general, what I liked to drink, etc...  And the interrogators criticized my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108835364106437605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108835364106437605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108835364106437605' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-108817544011044637</id><published>2004-06-25T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T07:57:20.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the summer of 1988Around 3AM one night during the summer right before eighth grade, I watched a Soloflex informercial and was inspired to drink a glass of milk.  I was not inspired to spend over a thousand dollars on an exercise machine, but I guess the five minutes I spent interested in my health while drinking the glass of milk was better than nothing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108817544011044637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108817544011044637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108817544011044637' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-108817522685130417</id><published>2004-06-25T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T07:59:09.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________________________________fucking Akknab Britgers Band blew my penguin-shaped ears offI caught the Akknab Britgers Band live at the Loafer's Lounge last night; they're not a mystery anymore.  Their oud soloist was particularly rowdy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108817522685130417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108817522685130417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108817522685130417' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-108733655801594989</id><published>2004-06-15T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T15:02:47.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the mystery of the Akknab Britgers BandI have come across an odd phenomenon.  One volume of the three volume Hal Leonard Allman Brothers guitar anthology is listed on amazon.com as having the following title: "The Allman Brothers Band: Ultimate Guitar Collection Akknab Britgers Band"Not only that, it is also listed at Barnes and Noble and Hastings with the Akknab Britgers Band phrase at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108733655801594989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108733655801594989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108733655801594989' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-108492133139778214</id><published>2004-05-18T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T16:02:11.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Potty Training For DummiesI wonder if anyone has ever just handed this to their two-year-old to read.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108492133139778214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108492133139778214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108492133139778214' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-108492114091959668</id><published>2004-05-18T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T15:59:37.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________________________________stale fortunesI ate lunch at a Chinese restaurant today, and I was given a stale fortune cookie.  Since the cookie tasted so old, I wondered if what was written on my fortune may have already taken place by now.  Sort of like if I opened the cookie and it read, "You will soon graduate from high school..."  "I graduated from high school eleven years ago!?! And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108492114091959668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108492114091959668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108492114091959668' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-108484366215537744</id><published>2004-05-17T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T18:32:56.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nice guitar if you're richOn eBay.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108484366215537744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108484366215537744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108484366215537744' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-108406753156107729</id><published>2004-05-08T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T18:55:26.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rob Fucking HalfordRob Halford is reunited with Judas Priest, and they are on tour with Ozzfest this summer.Last month, I shocked myself by not going to see Elvis Costello's two club shows in Memphis.  I had just gone to see him in Nashville a couple of months earlier, and that was the fifth time I had seen him live.  So I decided I could survive without seeing him this time.  (The other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108406753156107729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108406753156107729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108406753156107729' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-108406561406908082</id><published>2004-05-08T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T18:56:18.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>___________________________oops, I forgot to live...I noticed in my statistics that someone found my site when searching for the phrase: "hendrix college" nude -guestbookI found this amusing; so I clicked on the link to the Google page of search results for that phrase and found the following description for one of the other hits:"... amateur nude pics european beach grass: pics of Indian</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108406561406908082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108406561406908082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108406561406908082' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-108328627881789754</id><published>2004-04-29T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T18:23:06.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>upcoming tattooI'm hoping to get the artwork from Iron Maiden's Somewhere In Time album cover (without the yellow text) tattooed on my upper arm.  I briefly considered getting the artwork from every Iron Maiden album cover tattooed on my body, but I've decided to only get this one (for now anyway).  The design is actually quite a bit larger than what is seen in the jpeg; it extends over onto </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108328627881789754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108328627881789754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108328627881789754' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-108320288365611261</id><published>2004-04-28T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T18:44:28.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>now I understand: what is it about me that makes people fall off bicycles? (part seven: conclusion)Today, in a bizarre turn of events, I saw me walking down the street and proceeded to fall off of my bicycle.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108320288365611261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108320288365611261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108320288365611261' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-108307831910132134</id><published>2004-04-27T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T08:08:23.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>deodorantI know that the deodorant already existed before the song was written, but if a deodorant were going to be named after any Nirvana song, it should be named after "Moist Vagina."  "Do I smell genitalia?"  "No, that's just my deodorant..."  (Luckily, I escaped from the seedy underworld of deodorant while I still had the chance.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108307831910132134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108307831910132134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108307831910132134' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-108290373577817178</id><published>2004-04-25T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T07:54:43.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fifteen minutes a weekWhen I started high school in 1989, I had been obsessed with heavy metal bands for a couple of years and was just starting to learn to play guitar (although I had actually acquired my first guitar in December 1987).  I went to a very small school (there were about seventy people in my graduating class), and when I would try to start conversations with classmates about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108290373577817178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108290373577817178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108290373577817178' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-108251591628680007</id><published>2004-04-20T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T19:54:53.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mistaken identityOne day at the store where I work, when I was stirring up some variance in the rental DVD section, a woman approached me and asked, "Are you the bald guy in Video?"  When I said, "No," she replied, "Oh, yeah, I guess you still have some hair left..."I couldn't imagine walking up to an employee in Wal-Mart and asking, "Are you the fat woman in Shoes?" and when she says, "No," </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108251591628680007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108251591628680007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108251591628680007' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-108242318956052458</id><published>2004-04-19T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T18:12:13.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the reason why I'm not an A&amp;R guyWhen I was in high school, I used to check the newspaper to see which bands were playing in the area, and the friend who went to all of my high school rock concerts with me and I would discuss them endlessly.  One time he asked if there were any good shows coming up in Memphis, and I said, "There's this band called Nirvana that I saw in the middle of the night </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108242318956052458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108242318956052458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108242318956052458' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-108232524951346984</id><published>2004-04-18T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T15:24:04.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the television speaksOne time, the television said, "Like Michael Jackson; he's the King of Pop," and the public bought millions of Michael Jackson albums.  Then the television said, "Like Milli Vanilli; 'baby, don't forget my number!'" and the public bought so many copies of Girl You Know It's True that it became a hit record.  Then the television said, "You're not supposed to like Milli </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108232524951346984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108232524951346984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108232524951346984' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-108139228403667845</id><published>2004-04-07T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T19:49:34.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>vote for Angel on Jones Soda bottleGo here to support my friend Angel in her pursuit of Jones Soda bottle immortality.  Click to see her balance six spoons on her face and rate her photo so that she can appear on bottle labels at your local grocery store!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108139228403667845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108139228403667845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108139228403667845' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-108129476427957235</id><published>2004-04-06T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T17:12:06.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>vote for Oden on Jones Soda bottleGo here to support Brandon's dog Oden in his pursuit of Jones Soda bottle immortality.  In order to vote for Oden, copy and paste the entry number 0000209934 into the search box at the link above, click the Submit button, click on his photo in the results, and then rate the photo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108129476427957235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108129476427957235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108129476427957235' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-108121797295196455</id><published>2004-04-05T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T16:48:48.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>on the highway to hellAfter several years of planning, I have finally developed a lifestyle in which I spend 100% of my income on guitars.  I bought a late 70's B.C. Rich Eagle made from Hawaiian Koa wood like the one in this photo on eBay last week.  (The one in the photo is not the one I bought, but it's the same model and color.)  It's one of my two favorite guitars (the other is the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108121797295196455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/108121797295196455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108121797295196455' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107928122658033305</id><published>2004-03-14T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T08:32:48.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new guitarI bought a worn cherry Faded Gibson Flying V from Musician's Friend the week before last.  I love it; in some ways, I even like it better than my Les Paul.  For some reason, it just seems more fun to play than the Les Paul does.  They sell the Faded models ("Faded" because they don't have the elaborate finishes that make Gibson's other guitars expensive) for much cheaper than their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107928122658033305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107928122658033305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107928122658033305' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107903664642458242</id><published>2004-03-11T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T12:26:23.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>employment as the gatekeeperAt the store where I work, I noticed in the special order section that someone has ordered a box set consisting of everything AC/DC ever released on vinyl*.  Now if I were employed at the gates of Heaven evaluating each person's life to determine whether or not he or she got in, I would say to this person, "Everything AC/DC ever released on vinyl?  That's all I need </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107903664642458242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107903664642458242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107903664642458242' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107638677392451058</id><published>2004-02-09T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T20:44:52.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>working at the old folks' home in Benton, ArkansasThe Discovery Channel's "MythBusters" is hiring a third helper to assist Jamie Hyneman and Adam Savage on the show.  In order to apply, you have to make a sample video and mail it in; that sounds like fun.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107638677392451058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107638677392451058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107638677392451058' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107638605168083296</id><published>2004-02-09T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T20:40:09.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>________________________________why doesn't Wal-Mart stock Ho-Ho's?They stock Ding Dongs, Twinkies, and Cup Cakes.  Why don't they stock Ho-Ho's?  Is this part of their censorship program?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107638605168083296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107638605168083296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107638605168083296' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107605442544121212</id><published>2004-02-06T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T01:02:44.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what is it about me that makes people fall off bicycles? (part six)I have often wondered if the reason why many of the occurrences I described in parts one through five (such as the incident in part four involving the guy who pushed me) happened was because I was a foreigner in Germany.I did notice anti-foreigner sentiment in the city.  The Germersheim fire department marched in a city parade</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107605442544121212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107605442544121212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107605442544121212' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107603522831742864</id><published>2004-02-05T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T22:22:25.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eBay hijinks in time for Valentine's DayThe flaw with eBay is that every time I see a great deal there, it is always at least two days before the end of the auction, and by the time the auction ends, the price has increased to what I would have expected if I weren't getting a good deal.  There is a limited supply and too much demand.  Multiple customers bid on the same item, and the price is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107603522831742864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107603522831742864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107603522831742864' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107603445486509859</id><published>2004-02-05T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T19:44:04.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________________________________not all that fat fianceI was using the computer while my dad had the first episode of "My Big Fat Obnoxious Fiance" on the t.v. three weeks ago and have caught the second and third episodes while using the computer since then.  The thing about this show is that the big fat obnoxious fiance seems a lot more likeable than the girl does; she just seems like a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107603445486509859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107603445486509859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107603445486509859' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107588740353740585</id><published>2004-02-04T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T18:10:04.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>breast interrupts afternoon of good, wholesome, bone-crunching family entertainmentThere are several things I would want to ask the people who were offended:1. Have you ever seen Cable?2. (For those who think it was intentional) Who in the world flashes one breast intentionally?  That would be sort of like buying someone a motorcycle that only has one tire.3. (For those who disapprove of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107588740353740585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107588740353740585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107588740353740585' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107588399499841190</id><published>2004-02-04T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T01:39:21.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________________________________what is it about me that makes people fall off bicycles? (part five)When I was in Germersheim, it seemed like people on the street just couldn't resist the opportunity to approach me.  One Saturday, when I had only been in Germany for one week, I left the dorm to walk into town, and as I was cutting through the dorm parking lot, a car alarm went off at the end</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107588399499841190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107588399499841190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107588399499841190' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107559155400197164</id><published>2004-01-31T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T15:27:31.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>great movieLast night I watched Porn Star - The Legend of Ron Jeremy with some friends, and it was one of the most hilarious movies I have seen in a long time.  You should rent it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107559155400197164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107559155400197164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107559155400197164' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107545314820877195</id><published>2004-01-30T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T22:36:28.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what is it about me that makes people fall off bicycles? (part four)As I have described in parts one through three, many members of the general public when I was an exchange student in Germersheim would react to my presence as if they were thinking, "Oh my goodness! That's not supposed to be there!"  I seemed to stick out like a sore thumb everywhere, except (interestingly enough) when standing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107545314820877195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107545314820877195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107545314820877195' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107545262753618534</id><published>2004-01-30T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T01:45:44.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>__________________________________blistersI played guitar this afternoon for the first time this year.  I got my Les Paul out and played Lenny Kravitz's "Are You Gonna Go My Way?"  Now I have blisters on the second and third fingers of my left hand; that song has a whole-step string bend in almost every measure of each verse.  It was fun to play again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107545262753618534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107545262753618534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107545262753618534' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107545106620138659</id><published>2004-01-30T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T01:46:38.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>__________________________________what is it about me that makes people fall off bicycles? (part three)When I tell people about the woman who sat on the sidewalk (see first post under January 27), they sometimes say that her odd behavior could obviously be accounted for by mental illness, and they sometimes use this to explain away the rest of my similar experiences in Germersheim.  I agree </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107545106620138659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107545106620138659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107545106620138659' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107535883560630963</id><published>2004-01-28T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T22:49:52.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>will I be metrosexual?I have decided to get black-framed eyeglasses like Elvis Costello and Woody Allen.  When I went to look at frames, I found a pair that are black on the outside and zebra-striped on the inside; I have an appointment on Sunday.  I joked with my friend Doug about whether or not I would be metrosexual with zebra-striped glasses (Grrr!), and he said that if I wanted to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107535883560630963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107535883560630963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107535883560630963' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107528208193005383</id><published>2004-01-28T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T02:06:45.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what is it about me that makes people fall off bicycles? (part two)As I mentioned in yesterday's post, although the students at the university were friendly when I was an exchange student in Germersheim, Germany, many members of the general public in the city acted a bit out of the ordinary when they would see me on the street.  One time, at the end of my second semester there, a German </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107528208193005383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107528208193005383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107528208193005383' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107527851341840512</id><published>2004-01-28T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T02:00:52.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________________________________I'm not as diverse as I am indecisiveI've been trying to decide what I am going to do now that I have finished the Recording program.  My short-term plan is to find a job of any type that I can.  As for after that, I am considering four main possibilities:1. To re-apply to the Clinical Psychology Ph.D. program I was enrolled in a few years ago.  I think that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107527851341840512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107527851341840512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107527851341840512' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107525535463963619</id><published>2004-01-27T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T01:54:47.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what is it about me that makes people fall off bicycles? (part one)When I was an exchange student in the German city of Germersheim from October 2001 through September 2002, I noticed a very strange phenomenon.  While the students at the university were friendly toward me, a large percentage of the general public seemed shocked when they saw me participating in such mundane activities as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107525535463963619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107525535463963619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107525535463963619' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107524622670804894</id><published>2004-01-27T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T18:48:37.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________________________________Ozzy and hamOne time, in perhaps tenth grade, I inadvertently used classical conditioning to come to associate the Ozzy Ozbourne song "A Shot In The Dark" with the taste of ham.  To this day, every time I hear "A Shot In The Dark," I can taste ham in my mouth.Here's how it happened: Over the course of several nights, I participated in the nightly ritual of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107524622670804894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107524622670804894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107524622670804894' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107523258659230156</id><published>2004-01-27T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T15:32:56.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________________________________outdoorsOn January 17, I left my house for the first time since New Year's Eve to go to Doug's house and watch Underworld.  The first scene, in which the woman in a long black coat is standing on top of a large building looking down at the city below, is oddly similar to the first scene of Wim Wenders' Wings of Desire, in which a man in a long black coat is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107523258659230156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107523258659230156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107523258659230156' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107519018388716573</id><published>2004-01-26T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T11:46:55.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________________________________to Elvis or notI'm trying to decide whether to go see Elvis Costello with Steve Nieve and the Brodsky Quartet at the Ryman in Nashville next month.  If I go, it will be my fifth time to see Elvis live.  The first time I saw him was at the Ryman with the Attractions in 1996.  One time, I went to another country in order to get to see an Elvis and an Angel in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107519018388716573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107519018388716573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107519018388716573' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107458416694238060</id><published>2004-01-19T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T00:33:26.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally checked one item off of my grocery list?Last week, I ordered MOTU's Digital Performer 4 MIDI sequencing software, which we use in the electronic music classes at my university.  It's one of those things that I hoped to buy someday (after getting a computer, according to my original intentions).  But the school's chapter of the Audio Engineering Society was offering it for 72.3% off of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107458416694238060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107458416694238060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107458416694238060' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107458399716411940</id><published>2004-01-19T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T00:34:18.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________________________________car stereoI have said to myself on many an occasion, "I wonder if I'm the only guy driving around Bucksnort, Tennessee, in a Ford pick-up while listening to Communism's Greatest Hits..."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107458399716411940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107458399716411940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107458399716411940' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107456804952115020</id><published>2004-01-19T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T19:08:55.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the Dead Milkmen unite the world through the universal message of their songI have a dream that one day civilians all over the world will link hands across all borders and sing the Dead Milkmen song "Life Is Shit."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107456804952115020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107456804952115020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107456804952115020' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107456707545288074</id><published>2004-01-19T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T01:12:29.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________________________________in case you're as bored as I amIn case you're bored enough to look through my records...  One of the highlights is Communism's Greatest Hits (#337 in the list).  This week, my record collection; next week, an inventory of all the underwear I own.(Legend for record collection: v.-vinyl; cass.-cassette; CD-CD)(Legend for underwear inventory: v.-vinyl...)1 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107456707545288074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107456707545288074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107456707545288074' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107446740478869069</id><published>2004-01-18T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T15:20:46.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the speederThe other day, I was driving down the Interstate with my cruise control set on the speed limit, and as always, someone driving over the speed limit came along beside me to pass.  This time I had my window down, and I was surprised to learn that I could hear what he said to himself in his car while he was next to me.  He said, "Here I go! Here I go! One, two, three! Here I go!"  Don't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107446740478869069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107446740478869069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107446740478869069' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107446659439978800</id><published>2004-01-18T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T15:12:02.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________________________________why do cool people like to sit in the dark?On several occasions, I've observed people sitting in a room with their friends with all the lights out.  Why?  From what  I could hear, all they were doing was having a conversation.  It's not as if they were having an orgy or doing anything illegal.  Do people say to themselves, "We sure are cool, but you know what?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107446659439978800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107446659439978800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107446659439978800' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107407347580120730</id><published>2004-01-14T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T01:48:03.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He's Armenian, you know...One time, in New Orleans in 1996, I purchased a cassette by the Armenian oud player Richard Hagopian at an international music store.  The very large clerk, who was either wearing a dress or a housecoat (depending on whether it was a woman or a man; I'm still not sure which), said, as he or she was ringing me up, "I like Richard," and then leaned in toward me and added</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107407347580120730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107407347580120730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107407347580120730' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107398112346417031</id><published>2004-01-13T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T00:36:57.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>three recording sessionsIn the Classical Music Recording class last semester, we had three very interesting recording sessions in the month of November.  Unlike the earlier sessions in the semester (which took place in the Music Department's performance hall), these took place in one of the studios on campus.  For the first, we recorded a jazz septet consisting of saxophone, trumpet, trombone, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107398112346417031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107398112346417031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107398112346417031' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107398040222619945</id><published>2004-01-12T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T23:54:41.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________________________________poll results: Which of the following were you seeking when you came here?1. hairstyles - 4 votes (50% )2. amputees - 1 vote (13% )3. James Hetfield - 1 vote (13%)4. goats - 1 vote (13%)5. tumors - 1 vote (13%)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107398040222619945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107398040222619945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107398040222619945' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107389516084345261</id><published>2004-01-12T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T00:17:33.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Acoustic MaidenNow that I have finished school, I think that my best option for supporting myself will be an acoustic Iron Maiden cover band.  Of course, after a couple of days of considering this, I searched on Yahoo and discovered that Paul Di'anno has already thought of the idea.So in addition to a tendency for destruction to strike whatever cities I plan to visit before I arrive, I also </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107389516084345261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107389516084345261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107389516084345261' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107343418088639729</id><published>2004-01-06T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T16:10:53.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nonbadassnessIt seems like almost everyone in the world thinks that he or she is a badass.  Do they not realize that, by definition, they cannot all be badasses?  I think that being a badass is defined relative to the nonbadassness of others.  Yet if they're all badasses, then x-bar is moved into the realm of what they're calling badassness, and they're actually just average instead.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107343418088639729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107343418088639729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107343418088639729' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107338047388916604</id><published>2004-01-06T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T16:11:17.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________________________________I am a magnet for lunaticsOne Friday near the end of the Fall semester, I worked from 8:00 AM until 4:00 PM at the office and then went to work at the campus theater at 5:30 PM.  I was to work there until 8:30 PM, and then I had booked time in the MIDI lab to work on my project from 9:00 PM until 5:00 AM on Saturday morning.  That night at the theater, after </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107338047388916604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107338047388916604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107338047388916604' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107335978036240015</id><published>2004-01-05T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T19:30:51.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the carburetorOne time, a few years ago, Kjsdhsdjnef and I were working on the carburetor, and I was wearing my work clothes, and we got that dog gone carburetor out there on that porch, and we like to never got that thing fixed.  Later on, Kjsdhsdjnef brought out some frozen biscuits, and that carburetor, the son-of-a-bitch fired right up!  We set them biscuits out up there on top of it and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107335978036240015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107335978036240015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107335978036240015' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107333973211813607</id><published>2004-01-05T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T19:19:38.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________________________________don't be turning around winking at me; you'll find no tumors hereContrary to all the tumor talk, there are no tumors on this weblog; the Discovery Channel, however, should provide information on this topic.  And I'm afraid that I won't be able to help the person who found this page when searching for "sex with 200 lb midgets" either.  Nor will I be able to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107333973211813607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107333973211813607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107333973211813607' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107315832357314190</id><published>2004-01-03T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T11:33:12.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wish that I excreted a delicious free beer through my pores in unlimited quantities of my choosing...For obvious reasons.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107315832357314190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107315832357314190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107315832357314190' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107294546933084446</id><published>2004-01-01T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T00:27:04.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I need one year and a three-hole punch just to get my shit togetherDear Fulbright Scholarship Awards Committee,I would like to request sufficient funds to cover my living expenses while I devote one year of my life in my room alone with a three-hole punch getting my shit together.  I've been putting this shit off for years.  I still have numerous boxes of shit chest-high in my closet that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107294546933084446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107294546933084446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107294546933084446' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107264521828455672</id><published>2003-12-28T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T14:04:45.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shopping list for the next thirty-five yearsHere is my grocery list for the next thirty-five years:1.  Digi 002 Rack with Pro Tools LE software2. Macintosh (since Pro Tools isn't Commodore 64-compatible)3. Digital Performer 4 MIDI-sequencing software4. Kurzweil K2600RS sampler (or K2600S) - for use with DP45. Main Squeeze Model 911 accordion (with green grill; as seen in the foreground in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107264521828455672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107264521828455672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107264521828455672' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107264240016931449</id><published>2003-12-28T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T14:06:59.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________________________________the radio showHere is the incomplete list of everything Daryl and I played on our radio show at KHDX during my last year at Hendrix (in addition to a couple of Daryl's shows from the following year during which I dropped in).  For those of you who don't have as much time on your hands as I do, you might want to skip ahead to the shows that are particularly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107264240016931449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107264240016931449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107264240016931449' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107204448291372339</id><published>2003-12-21T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T14:32:14.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Presidential Candidate SelectorSelectSmart.com has created another Presidential candidate selector for the 2004 election.  When I completed the 2000 version, the results indicated that the candidate whose position most closely matched my answers to the questions was David McReynolds of the Socialist Party (with a 74% match).  My results this time were as follows; the numbers represent the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107204448291372339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107204448291372339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107204448291372339' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107204189990507066</id><published>2003-12-21T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T14:43:49.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________________________________recording engineers finally discoveredYou are 55% geekYou are a geek. Good for you! Considering the endless complexity of the universe, as well as whatever discipline you happen to be most interested in, you'll never be bored as long as you have a good book store, a net connection, and thousands of dollars worth of expensive equipment. Assuming you're a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107204189990507066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107204189990507066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107204189990507066' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107204072600408722</id><published>2003-12-21T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T13:17:23.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________________________________poll results: which is your favorite Fat Albert character?1. Rudy - 4 votes (57%)2. Dumb Donald - 3 votes (43%)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107204072600408722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107204072600408722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107204072600408722' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107195229355606674</id><published>2003-12-20T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T13:14:32.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>answers for those in search of informationThese are the recent phrases people have been searching for when they stumbled upon my site.  I will provide information for them where I can.1. "Hendrix College" "decent education"2. edward penishands video team pics3. french fries and jack nicholson and clip and jack in the box4. hamburgler drawings5. sk-1 - call da police lyrics6. "United </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107195229355606674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107195229355606674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107195229355606674' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107151115462444613</id><published>2003-12-15T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T10:00:04.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>attempting to ice skate 19 years after discovering that I couldn't ice skateI finished with my final exams last week and had to move out of the dorm on Friday.  Since I can still work at my student job through this week, I asked a friend in town if I could stay with him for a few days.  I arrived there yesterday afternoon, and a group of us went ice skating last night.  I told them that the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107151115462444613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107151115462444613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107151115462444613' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107076812284995253</id><published>2003-12-06T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T19:36:04.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dr. Pepper addict doesn't win jackI had $7,525 worth of Dr. Pepper bottle caps (a total of 78 game pieces for their contest) from my recent binging activities, but the winning code, which was announced tonight, didn't match the codes on any of my caps.  Next time, I'm drinking Jägermeister.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107076812284995253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107076812284995253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107076812284995253' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107054754393330225</id><published>2003-12-04T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T06:19:43.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>brown shoesThese are the shoes I bought from finishline.com a couple of weeks ago for $19.99.  So I don't have to worry about holes in my shoes when it rains anymore.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107054754393330225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107054754393330225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107054754393330225' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-107041056179746203</id><published>2003-12-02T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T16:40:58.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>midgets, amputees, tumors, and James HetfieldBased on my recent site statistics, I have come to the conclusion that there are four basic elements in the universe and all other things are built from combinations of these.  The four basic elements are midgets, amputees, tumors, and James Hetfield:1. nude midgets2. midget amputee1. quad amputee2. quad amputee3. quad amputee4. quad amputee</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107041056179746203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/107041056179746203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107041056179746203' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-106904673925903855</id><published>2003-11-16T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T21:28:10.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my trip to ExxonI saw this guy at my local Exxon station the other day, and I said to myself, "New blood joins this earth, and quickly he's subdued. Through constant pained disgrace, the young boy learns their rules. With time the child draws in, this whipping boy done wrong. Deprived of all his thoughts, the young man struggles on and on. He's known a vow unto his own that never from this day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106904673925903855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106904673925903855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106904673925903855' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-106904504309014986</id><published>2003-11-16T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T21:30:07.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>__________________________________ElectroretardWhen I was talking about my favorite album covers in my 10/19/03 post, I can't believe I forgot to mention Electroretard by the Melvins.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106904504309014986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106904504309014986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106904504309014986' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-106904316866649594</id><published>2003-11-16T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T20:59:08.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________________________________gas station discoveryOne day in November 2001, during my first semester as an exchange student in Germany, I went to a gas station to buy groceries.  Near the cash register, one CD in a rack jumped out at me.  The cover featured a black and white photo of Johnny Cash in a long black trench coat standing in a field with two dogs; it was American Recordings, the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106904316866649594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106904316866649594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106904316866649594' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-106903769305673593</id><published>2003-11-16T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T20:32:17.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>__________________________________Velvet Revolver (Bald Molive: you're soaking in it)There is a concept from the field of cognitive psychology whose name I don't remember.  An example of the phenomenon would be if you buy a Volkswagon and then you start noticing Volkswagon cars everywhere.  Rather than a sudden increase in the sales of Volkswagon automobiles, it can be explained through an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106903769305673593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106903769305673593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106903769305673593' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-106903516851976632</id><published>2003-11-16T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T19:01:09.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________________________________those links at the top of the pageHave you noticed that those links at the top of the page change according to what topics I mention?  They used to have links to things related to recording studios when I was talking about what we are doing in my classes a lot.  In the entry I wrote around 1:00 this morning, I wrote the sentence, "Wow, I'm old; I don't know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106903516851976632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106903516851976632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106903516851976632' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-106903455025027357</id><published>2003-11-16T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T18:21:16.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________________________________the bugOne time, in the fall of 1996, I saw a bug lying on his back staring up at the ceiling enjoying himself; this is what I feel like doing after drinking a bottle of beer.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106903455025027357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106903455025027357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106903455025027357' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-106903294360426956</id><published>2003-11-16T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T22:46:38.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________________________________shoe updateInspired by my recent discovery of holes in the bottoms of my shoes, the recent rainy weather, and my car's dead battery, I ordered a pair of new shoes on the Internet yesterday.  The kind of shoes I like to wear have apparently fallen out of popularity and can now be purchased for less than twenty dollars.  Even though I didn't request any special </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106903294360426956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106903294360426956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106903294360426956' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-106897027863022533</id><published>2003-11-15T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T17:37:08.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________________________________I don't have an alibiI phased out my television viewing during the period from 1994 to 1996, and with the exception of certain periodic flurries of activity, I have not returned to it.  I also stopped listening to radio stations about the same time (although I had never really listened to radio stations frequently beforehand) with the exception of when driving</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106897027863022533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106897027863022533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106897027863022533' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-106876935466416676</id><published>2003-11-13T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T16:22:53.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>car won't start and shoes have holesAs the title implies, my car won't start and my shoes have holes in them.  Should I take this to mean that I should stay put?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106876935466416676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106876935466416676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106876935466416676' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-106876894983763211</id><published>2003-11-13T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T16:40:09.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________________________________this week's search queries1. free butterfly boucher tablature2. butterfly boucher hairstyles3. "butterfly boucher"4. spiked hairstyles5. 200 lb tumor photo6. "200 lb tumor"7. woman with 200 pound tumor pics8. woman 200 lb tumor9. woman "200 lb tumor"10. "lunchbox alarm"11. amputee pretending photo12. born-with-no-arms13. "quad amputee" -joke -jokes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106876894983763211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106876894983763211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106876894983763211' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-106874030556315476</id><published>2003-11-13T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T16:17:33.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________________________________past apologies have not helpedI came across a somewhat unusual paragraph in the Yahoo News article "Fiji Villagers Apologize for Cannibalism"*: "Past apologies have not helped. In 1993, villagers presented the Methodist Church of Fiji with Baker's boots — which cannibals tried unsuccessfully to cook and eat."  I don't know if receiving the parts they couldn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106874030556315476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106874030556315476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106874030556315476' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-106869638644527678</id><published>2003-11-12T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T20:07:48.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wet socksI currently own two pairs of tennis shoes: a blue pair of Airwalks and a pair of gray Fishbone shoes.  The left Airwalk shoe has a hole in the bottom of it, and when it rains, my left sock becomes wet.  The right Fishbone shoe has a hole in the bottom of it, and when it rains, my right sock becomes wet.  Damn.  I see a potential solution here.  What if I put your chocolate in my peanut</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106869638644527678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106869638644527678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106869638644527678' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-106860788008835114</id><published>2003-11-11T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T19:34:48.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oopsThe recent controversy revolving around the word McJob has caused me to become overwhelmed by guilt to the point that I now feel compelled to apologize for inadvertently misleading a translator during the week of October 21-27, 2001, in regard to the etymology of the word McJob.  The translator was teaching a class in which I was enrolled as an exchange student in Germany.  In a German text</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106860788008835114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106860788008835114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106860788008835114' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-106860448755611105</id><published>2003-11-11T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T19:32:36.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________________________________fun with the GoresOnly thirteen years ago, Tom Keifer of Cinderella sang "Tipper led the war against the record industry/She said she saw the devil on her mtv," but tonight I saw her sitting peacefully in a room full of recording engineers.Al Gore was giving a lecture on media and democracy on campus, which was broadcast over satellite to 180 other schools.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106860448755611105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106860448755611105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106860448755611105' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-106844749658057383</id><published>2003-11-09T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T22:59:36.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>more album coversThere is a link on the page I mentioned in the previous entry to a site that features a plethora of album covers.  Particularly noteworthy is the Big Hair for Jesus gallery.My friend Daryl actually has the United States Air Force Basic Training In Sound record, and we played sections of it on our radio show once.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106844749658057383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106844749658057383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106844749658057383' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-106844365656444704</id><published>2003-11-09T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T22:13:20.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fun with Heino and JoyceDuring a recent conversation, Angel informed me of a site featuring amusing album covers.  Her favorite (and mine) is Joyce.We also explored some of Heino's album covers at The Heino Worship Page.  My favorite is Liebe Mutter..., the sixth cover from the top.  As Angel pointed out, Heino FAQ #5 reads "What kind of woman turns Heino on? The perfectly normal type, who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106844365656444704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106844365656444704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106844365656444704' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-106835599047306255</id><published>2003-11-08T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T21:45:07.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>t-shirt contestOver the past few days, I have submitted several more t-shirt ideas to t-shirtking.com's t-shirt design contest.  Some of the ideas that are suitable for public viewing can be seen in the following list.  (Please keep in mind that many of these were submitted merely for the sake of making people wonder who would submit something so completely stupid to the site.)  The ratings are</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106835599047306255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106835599047306255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106835599047306255' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-106831657534676322</id><published>2003-11-08T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T21:47:55.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________________________________it worked!I wrote a post on October 17 titled "increasing website traffic," and I have now begun to reap the rewards in the search queries that show up in my site statistics.  In that post, I wrote: After multitudes of people came to Angel's weblog when searching for "woman with 200 pound tumor" a few months ago, she commented that it seems like a good way </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106831657534676322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106831657534676322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106831657534676322' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-106826249322932983</id><published>2003-11-07T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T18:59:19.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll be a nice boyWork at the theater tonight was even more chaotic than last week.  For the second Friday in a row, the projectionist didn't show up, and we refunded everyone their money, because neither I nor the ticket seller (the only two employees there) knew how to run the projector or where the film was kept.  Last week, there were only 8 or 10 people in the audience; the tickets cost $2</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106826249322932983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106826249322932983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106826249322932983' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-106804780187578088</id><published>2003-11-05T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T08:08:03.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>now I've caused flooding in Slovakia...(This is from an e-mail I sent to Angel on 8-19-02.)When planning trips, I have learned that I have to take a certain unusual phenomenon into account.  I've noticed that disaster usually strikes wherever I plan to go before I get there (though not through my doing at all).  Here are a few examples: In 1999, I was offered admission to a graduate program </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106804780187578088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106804780187578088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106804780187578088' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-106799917735347390</id><published>2003-11-04T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T18:30:50.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Orleans 1998In April 1998, I went to the New Orleans Jazz &amp; Heritage Festival with my friend Henning, an exchange student from Germany.  We actually decided on making the trip only the night before leaving and departed during the early hours of the following morning.  All of the hotels and youth hostels were full by that point, but Henning told me that while I had been listening to bands at</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106799917735347390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106799917735347390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106799917735347390' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-106799730511105353</id><published>2003-11-04T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T18:33:35.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>__________________________________New Year's Eve 2001On New Year's Eve 2001, I decided to go to Strasbourg, France for the day.  I was studying in Germersheim, Germany at the time, and Strasbourg, being just over the border from Germany, was only a short train ride away.  I chose to go there that day because I wanted to get a couple of French Francs before the changeover to the Euro, which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106799730511105353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106799730511105353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106799730511105353' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-106795528046911628</id><published>2003-11-04T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T17:57:11.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________________________________more fun with equationsIn case the fact that Fat Albert can be seen in the two pictures featured in the new minpoll causes any visitors to wonder, "If I'm being asked to choose between Rudy and Dumb Donald, why is Fat Albert in the pictures, too?", it may be helpful to know that since he is in both pictures, Fat Albert can be cancelled out algebraically as if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106795528046911628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106795528046911628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106795528046911628' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-106791463077682454</id><published>2003-11-03T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T20:13:17.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>poll results: which career should Kevin pursue in order to be able to afford the five guitars he desires?professional wrestler - 1 vote (14%)televangelist - 3 votes (43%)President of the United States - 1 vote (14%)psychiatric nurse - 0 votes (0%)family support specialist - 0 votes (0%)stunt double - 2 votes (29%)Televangelist it is then.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106791463077682454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106791463077682454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106791463077682454' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-106791354454755936</id><published>2003-11-03T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T20:12:30.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________________________________the kitchen tabletsI went to the kitchen this morning around 3AM, and I made some unusual advances in the knowledge of the origins of certain foodstuffs.  Three tablets fell from the sky; a culinary equation was written on each in a font characteristic of the Old Testament.  The equations read as follows:1. Doughnut Minus Everything That Is Good About </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106791354454755936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106791354454755936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106791354454755936' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-106780869792305847</id><published>2003-11-02T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T18:50:53.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>little minds and large agree...I love this.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106780869792305847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106780869792305847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106780869792305847' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-106775250224211354</id><published>2003-11-01T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T15:20:13.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am I Mr. T-Shirt?Here is a list of some of my favorite t-shirts in my closet:1. white Frank Harvest t-shirt - this is probably my favorite t-shirt design; it is the newer version of a t-shirt depicting the Harvest cover design of one of Jim Woodring's Frank books.2. purple Barking Pumpkin t-shirt - one of the neatest t-shirts in the world; Frank Zappa's record label's design features a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106775250224211354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106775250224211354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106775250224211354' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-106775194448988395</id><published>2003-11-01T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T21:56:35.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________________________________Mr. T-Shirt is doubted?In another attempt at income, I decided to submit a t-shirt design idea in t-shirtking.com's t-shirt design contest, in which the submitted t-shirt ideas are voted on by viewers of the website.  The winner's t-shirt will be manufactured by t-shirtking.com, and the winner will get a royalty.Many of you who know me in person probably </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106775194448988395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106775194448988395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106775194448988395' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641007.post-106775001362620460</id><published>2003-11-01T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T21:55:53.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________________________________third job?I'm applying to work as an assistant engineer at the upcoming Country Music Awards.  One of my professors sent an e-mail to his students yesterday in which he said they were looking for assistant engineers.  So after a couple of e-mails necessary to figure out who I actually needed to speak with, I sent the guy who's apparently in charge of hiring </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106775001362620460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641007/posts/default/106775001362620460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippoblogopus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106775001362620460' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895417693466818367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
