<?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-10137878</id><updated>2011-12-14T19:04:30.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slavish Emulation</title><subtitle type='html'>Who better to lurk among the flock than this wolf in sheep's clothing?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10137878.post-116492008500831284</id><published>2006-11-30T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T12:54:45.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 dogs with 3 legs in 3 days</title><summary type='text'>In Mesquite it is illegal for children to have unusual haircuts.  But it seems that it is just fine for their mothers and fathers.And so it goes. . . On the third day of the week I counted my third three legged dog.  At least it was not after 2:00 p.m.  But it was a rich portent of things to come.  And unusual things have come. . . small plastic bags of dill pickles in a convenience store, snow, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/116492008500831284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/116492008500831284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/11/3-dogs-with-3-legs-in-3-days.html' title='3 dogs with 3 legs in 3 days'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-116299410569453941</id><published>2006-11-08T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T05:55:05.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wermacht in the Waffle House</title><summary type='text'>Lunch at Waffle House lead to mention of speaking 14 different oriental languages and discussions of blue tooth hands free sets.  Strange when you consider my companions were classic "Bubbas" and they asked for extra butter.Texas is the true land of enhcantment.  A dead republican legislator still recived 62 percent of the vote to retain her seat in the house.  I would imagine she could be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/116299410569453941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/116299410569453941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/11/wermacht-in-waffle-house.html' title='Wermacht in the Waffle House'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-116250555456213953</id><published>2006-11-02T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T14:12:34.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liver spot in the living room</title><summary type='text'>The Dallas Stars are off to a great start to the season.  (Hockey, for those of you trapped in adolescent role playing games hidden away from your children in basements) The team boasts an imoressive liveup--Marty Turco in goal and THE Eric Lindros.  Argue that he may be a bit passed his prime, but he lit the light twice last evening in their 4 to 1 win. And now on to other business. . . Yes, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/116250555456213953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/116250555456213953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/11/liver-spot-in-living-room.html' title='Liver spot in the living room'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-116180798534145218</id><published>2006-10-25T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T13:26:25.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pocket full of pennies, dumptrucks, and crime</title><summary type='text'>Coyotes do not ever like the sound of rescue vehicles' sirens. It gets them agitated.______________________________________________________________________________________So, men named Russ do not find themselves in good standing with me at the present.  It is one thing for me to have a convoluted (some would say, delusional) thought process.  It is yet another thing to presume to try to explain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/116180798534145218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/116180798534145218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/10/pocket-full-of-pennies-dumptrucks-and.html' title='Pocket full of pennies, dumptrucks, and crime'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-116137538319836951</id><published>2006-10-20T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T13:16:23.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardluck Hardware</title><summary type='text'>A few things you will never hear a Texan say:1) I think that song needs more french horn2) Is that tuna dolphin safe?3) The tires on that truck are just too big.4) I beleive the proper word is "African American."5) Fried pig rinds are disgusting.6) Come to think of it, I'll have a Heinekin7) You can't feed that to the dog.8) No kids in the back of the pickup; it's just not safe.9) We don't keep </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/116137538319836951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/116137538319836951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/10/hardluck-hardware.html' title='Hardluck Hardware'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-116120187999935446</id><published>2006-10-18T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T13:04:40.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas is a magical devil</title><summary type='text'>But before I begin. . .when did Don Smith decide that what had previously retailed for $.39 need to become $.49?  Is inflation cathing up with the warehouse liquidation market?  Is the stock of Hershey's Trail Mix single serve pouches that in demand?Had you been around recently you would have caught the smell on the wind of my imminent departure.  Reminiscent of toast topped with rotting flesh, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/116120187999935446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/116120187999935446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/10/texas-is-magical-devil.html' title='Texas is a magical devil'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-115930126261330584</id><published>2006-09-26T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T13:07:42.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rucksack of rat bastards</title><summary type='text'>It is really not so much about getting things done. . . it is more about why things get done the way they do.  You know.So, a little word association game:band:frequency::opaque:__________Now, more about the "why" of how things get done.  Our motivations arise from a million little sensory firings in the otherwise gelatin like mass in our melons.  We feel pain.  We feel depression.  We feel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/115930126261330584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/115930126261330584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/09/rucksack-of-rat-bastards_26.html' title='Rucksack of rat bastards'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-115914476621295499</id><published>2006-09-24T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T17:39:26.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap shot in the cheap seats</title><summary type='text'>I have been thinking about my own ruthlessness.  That is no small thing.I appear to be ruthless.  I am ruthless.  I have been asked to lay off.  And it may have been you.But here is the rub, I will not.  At any cost.There are so many instances of what I will not let go...where I feel no pity.Maybe you are my ex-wife. . . Maybe you asked me to help you out. . .Maybe you want a favor that is never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/115914476621295499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/115914476621295499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/09/cheap-shot-in-cheap-seats.html' title='Cheap shot in the cheap seats'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-115886721762976888</id><published>2006-09-21T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T12:33:37.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avoided August</title><summary type='text'>As my last post started, I have really been uninterested in posting anything.  This still continues.  But much has changed.Finally free from all of the awful misfits who plagued my days and nights with their penny-ante personalities and ideas.  They can suffer.Being unemployed is awesome!  Ten things I have been able to do with reckless abandon:1) Sleep until whenever I want2) Avoid the dry </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/115886721762976888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/115886721762976888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/09/avoided-august.html' title='Avoided August'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-115411568157994534</id><published>2006-07-28T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T12:41:21.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Really been uninterested in posting anything here for a few weeks.  But much has occured, dear reader.Ten things that I am able to remember that have happened:1) Mother made impassioned speech about how good of man her husband is, but refuses to be closer than 10 feet from him2) Told by a committee of misfits that due to our "success" they were unable to continue their investment in our work3) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/115411568157994534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/115411568157994534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/07/really-been-uninterested-in-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-115228780523873995</id><published>2006-07-07T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T08:56:45.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rushmore</title><summary type='text'>Can anyone plumb the depths of my misgivings?  What length of rope would I need to hang myself from the tallest tree in town?And who will take the fall when everyone is in on the low-down?I am feelings like T.S. Eliot's scuttling crab. or, J. Alfred. . . Do I dare, and Do I dare?________________________________________________________________________________________Those with rich imaginations </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/115228780523873995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/115228780523873995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/07/rushmore.html' title='Rushmore'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-115211586001711121</id><published>2006-07-05T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T09:11:00.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filling in the fishing hole</title><summary type='text'>It has now come to this.  All loyalty is a question mark on the backside of the bull elephant strolling in a circle in a two-bit circus that winters in Ocala, Fla.It is not just the size of the elephant in the room--or the musty,canvas, peppermint-striped circus tent--it is the question mark. I put loyalty highest on my list of personal principles--hence, the size of the elephantThe concept of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/115211586001711121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/115211586001711121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/07/filling-in-fishing-hole.html' title='Filling in the fishing hole'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-115074798050597448</id><published>2006-06-19T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T13:13:00.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cataracts on the kickstand</title><summary type='text'>So, it has been quite some time since I last felt the desire to post anything to this blog.  Mainly because it has not been of great interest to me.  What has been of interest?  Nothing.So, here is a question:1) What the hell is happening in the land of plenty?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/115074798050597448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/115074798050597448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/06/cataracts-on-kickstand.html' title='Cataracts on the kickstand'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-114712635361454221</id><published>2006-05-08T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T15:12:33.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crack</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/114712635361454221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/114712635361454221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/05/crack.html' title='Crack'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-114555912309745095</id><published>2006-04-20T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T11:52:03.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing more than "Suck."</title><summary type='text'>Ever see a community college?  Neither have I.  But apparently this artist thinks that contemporary Nazi's inhabit them.  Perhaps completing degrees in police science or food service administration.  _____________________________________________________________________________________Here is a rock.  There is a hard place.  Between them you see your faithful author.Let me explain.Or better yet, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/114555912309745095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/114555912309745095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/04/nothing-more-than-suck.html' title='Nothing more than &quot;Suck.&quot;'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-114486327850283608</id><published>2006-04-12T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T10:34:38.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vomit in my pocket</title><summary type='text'>Tell me a story of a time that you walked barefoot on broken glass and cockroaches.  Talk to me in the language of the doomed.  Speak with the sincerity of the unemployed and disenfranchised as you whisper words that boil and stink in the quicksand brain of mine.Wanna ask me about your nosebleed?  Wanna show me photos of your parents when they fucked a thousand times in the thunderstorm?  Have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/114486327850283608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/114486327850283608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/04/vomit-in-my-pocket.html' title='Vomit in my pocket'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-114356572679343456</id><published>2006-03-28T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T09:08:46.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightcap on the nightstand</title><summary type='text'>Funny idea that our war of liberation, protection and defense of our freedoms has gone on now for more than three years.  Funny in that it has slipped down to the third spot in our evening newscast--even on FOX!  Less funny when you consider that more than 16,000 soldiers have been injured our seriously wounded and nearly 300 have had some form of amputation surgery performed.  This is not an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/114356572679343456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/114356572679343456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/03/nightcap-on-nightstand.html' title='Nightcap on the nightstand'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-114321546744830880</id><published>2006-03-24T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T07:51:07.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovering from the riot</title><summary type='text'>"Reeking" As a Career Field: Homeless New Jersey man Richard Kreimer said in February that he had settled, on undisclosed terms, part of his most recent lawsuit, against a transit company and two drivers, for having denied him rides because of his foul odor. Kreimer's history includes a $150,000 settlement in 1991 with the public library in Morris County, which had tried to keep him out because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/114321546744830880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/114321546744830880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/03/recovering-from-riot.html' title='Recovering from the riot'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-114235350167936155</id><published>2006-03-14T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T08:25:01.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macaroni and Mutilation</title><summary type='text'>Professors at England's University of Bath, studying adolescents' reactions to brand names, revealed in December an astonishing level of hatred and violence toward Barbie dolls. Many instances were reported of torture and mutilation of Barbie, including scalping, decapitation, burning and even microwaving. [The Times (London), 12-19-05]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/114235350167936155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/114235350167936155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/03/macaroni-and-mutilation.html' title='Macaroni and Mutilation'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-114192937353230115</id><published>2006-03-09T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T10:36:13.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slavish Emulation</title><summary type='text'>Slavish EmulationFire up the grill Which Food Network chef are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/114192937353230115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/114192937353230115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/03/slavish-emulation.html' title='Slavish Emulation'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-114177247589128545</id><published>2006-03-07T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T15:01:15.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malkor minus manhood</title><summary type='text'>So Malkor is no longer a man.  He may resemble a man, but he is no longer a man.  He is a gelding.  And he says he walks like Lydia Edelstein.I think he may have been raised Catholic.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/114177247589128545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/114177247589128545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/03/malkor-minus-manhood.html' title='Malkor minus manhood'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-114177163830044467</id><published>2006-03-07T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T14:47:18.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pause button on the pastry</title><summary type='text'>“I couldn’t wait to tear it open. Awesome, I thought. I bet I can adopt an elderly Jew. They’ll send me photos, letters filled with gratitude, the works. Dearest Simon, my name is Lydia Edelstein and I’m downright peckish.”</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/114177163830044467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/114177163830044467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/03/pause-button-on-pastry.html' title='Pause button on the pastry'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-114002224806939490</id><published>2006-02-15T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T08:50:48.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering about the Winter Olympics?</title><summary type='text'>Hockey  Much like anal porn, Olympic hockey has been historically dominated by toothless Russians and mullet-clad Canadians. Although there are few differences between Olympic hockey and NHL hockey, the major rules are the same—the game must be boring and minorities are not allowed to play.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/114002224806939490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/114002224806939490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/02/wondering-about-winter-olympics.html' title='Wondering about the Winter Olympics?'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113994808742023960</id><published>2006-02-14T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T12:16:05.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Droogies</title><summary type='text'>At first I was put off by this picture (as it delves into perhaps my all-time favorite film) but. . . who better to contemplate ultra-violence.I'll have to see how this feels.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113994808742023960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113994808742023960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/02/droogies.html' title='Droogies'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113959002711903234</id><published>2006-02-10T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T08:47:07.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweatshop politics and sounds of jazz</title><summary type='text'>I find this shit hopelessly interesting.  If you do not, suffer.WASHINGTON - The U.S. trade deficit soared to an all-time high of $725.8 billion in 2005, pushed upward by record imports of oil, food, cars and other consumer goods. The deficit with China hit an all-time high as did America's deficits with Japan, Europe,     OPEC, Canada, Mexico and South and Central America.  The     Commerce </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113959002711903234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113959002711903234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/02/sweatshop-politics-and-sounds-of-jazz.html' title='Sweatshop politics and sounds of jazz'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113891206073287255</id><published>2006-02-02T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T12:27:40.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fear</title><summary type='text'>So Super Geek is afraid of the needle.  Super Geek is scared of the slice.  Why not take it over the top and get a bit-o-piercing done while the sack is numb?That would be the classic two-fer.  And certainly not anything less than masculine.What great art that would be. "Ahhh. . .I invited someone else to join me for the procedure.  Her name is Cleo, and she is a body piercer.  You do your work </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113891206073287255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113891206073287255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/02/fear.html' title='The Fear'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113840041062878225</id><published>2006-01-27T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T14:20:10.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Never tried to make 14 be equal to 30.  But that seems like higher math. Not at all surprised at many of the big, helium filled "news" itmes this week--from the hideous little douchebags at CNN and their angst-producing sound bites.  So the terrorists in Palestine won 79% of the votes in their election.  I never doubted that these are (and by definition, have always been)serious people.  The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113840041062878225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113840041062878225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/01/never-tried-to-make-14-be-equal-to-30.html' title=''/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113830455190093789</id><published>2006-01-26T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T14:21:10.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kicked back on the switchback</title><summary type='text'>Sex before stressful events keeps you calm26 January 2006 From New Scientist Print Edition GOT some public speaking to do? Here is a tip to keep stress at bay: have sex beforehand. But make sure it's penetrative sex - the magic vanishes if you pursue other forms of sexual gratification.Stuart Brody, a psychologist at the University of Paisley, UK, compared the impact of different sexual </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113830455190093789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113830455190093789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/01/kicked-back-on-switchback.html' title='Kicked back on the switchback'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113822966873102345</id><published>2006-01-25T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T14:54:28.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Track meet in the trailer park</title><summary type='text'>de·ce·ter (n.): A false white-trash prophet; Pat Robertson."no more liers cheaters or deceters please"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113822966873102345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113822966873102345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/01/track-meet-in-trailer-park.html' title='Track meet in the trailer park'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113777722154294932</id><published>2006-01-20T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T09:13:41.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dressed down by the dress code</title><summary type='text'>When people demand rules and regs, that is what they will get.  ______________________________________________________________I think my days have been spent seeking non-answers to non-questions.______________________________________________________________But that seems about right (of passage).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113777722154294932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113777722154294932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/01/dressed-down-by-dress-code.html' title='Dressed down by the dress code'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113762013498800604</id><published>2006-01-18T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T13:35:35.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flu shots in the flesh trade</title><summary type='text'>I shall start my story humbly, meekly, just like JT LeRoy and James Frey. Small town, somewhere in Idaho or maybe rural Montana, brought up by a sadistic pedophiliac Pentecostal preacher father who only has one good arm and a decimated colon, and a narcoleptic mother with 17 cats who sucks down cases of Tab and reads the "Left Behind" books as nonfiction and who passes out every night in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113762013498800604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113762013498800604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/01/flu-shots-in-flesh-trade.html' title='Flu shots in the flesh trade'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113761029514229346</id><published>2006-01-18T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T10:51:35.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Downwind of the delerium</title><summary type='text'>Have been hammered by turn of the year and am not holding out much hope for the remainder of January.  The shitstorm does not seem to want to abate.Picture this, dear reader.  A cover band calling themselves Mid-Life Crisis made up of (no surprise here) middle aged white guys with mullets playing Loverboy songs.  They also covered Highway to Hell and Kool and the Gang.  They were actually really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113761029514229346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113761029514229346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/01/downwind-of-delerium.html' title='Downwind of the delerium'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113743513357880924</id><published>2006-01-16T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T10:12:13.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black like me. . .</title><summary type='text'>Had the good fortune of attending a formal affair in the Capital this last weekend.  It was hosted by several senior politicos and an African American womens professional association.  Monona Terrace was the venue.  It was cool.  The purpose was to raise funds for scholarships--more than 50k was raised--and to honor MLK Jr.I think that I was most intirgued by the unusually funky band (http://</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113743513357880924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113743513357880924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/01/black-like-me.html' title='Black like me. . .'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113717747338046024</id><published>2006-01-13T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T10:39:36.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cast aside on the casting couch</title><summary type='text'>It is with much interest and some small surprise that I read this article posted today on the Yahoo news page.  It appears that one of the well-known and often told tales of cannibalism has new twist.  See the article:http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060113/ap_on_sc/donner_party;_ylt=Ar.S8hmKT3ae9Vfppx5e_x2s0NUE;_ylu=X3oDMTA3ODdxdHBhBHNlYwM5NjQ-And while the researchers may have simply changed the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113717747338046024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113717747338046024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/01/cast-aside-on-casting-couch.html' title='Cast aside on the casting couch'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113709265891092820</id><published>2006-01-12T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T11:04:18.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dental floss for the albatross</title><summary type='text'>Like so many times before, we stumble when we should be running and teeter on the edge of face-planting at the finish line.  And now it is done._________________________________________________________________________________So here is one for all of you, dear readers, to weigh in on.  Lately the news braodcasters have decided that the "issue" of native maerican mascots for public schools is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113709265891092820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113709265891092820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/01/dental-floss-for-albatross.html' title='Dental floss for the albatross'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113702007580021964</id><published>2006-01-11T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T14:54:35.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>riding the rails to the roach hotel</title><summary type='text'>When going about building a legacy, I think it is important to include several items:1) An appropriate and evolving curriculum vitae detailing your work and public commentaries2) A willingness to embrace your post-mortem persona as that which others have created from your leftover impressions3) A complete disregard for any "truth" spoken, written, or silently subscribed to by the mass culture4) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113702007580021964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113702007580021964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/01/riding-rails-to-roach-hotel.html' title='riding the rails to the roach hotel'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113693081083256162</id><published>2006-01-10T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T14:06:50.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempting</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113693081083256162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113693081083256162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/01/tempting.html' title='Tempting'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113691983216222435</id><published>2006-01-10T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T11:05:46.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day job on your deathbed</title><summary type='text'>Santa was recently seen entering the Betty Ford Clinic after a two week Gin bender fueled by cocaine, vitamin K, and anti-bacterial handwash.  In this recent photo--used as factual proof at the intervention staged by the elves and Mrs. Claus--Santa is demonstrating why his super-human need to self-medicate exists in the first place.Notice the finely glazed look in his eyes that just screams </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113691983216222435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113691983216222435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/01/day-job-on-your-deathbed.html' title='Day job on your deathbed'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113690728714254748</id><published>2006-01-10T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T07:34:47.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A man named Arlene</title><summary type='text'>Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,My fist got hard and my wits got keen,I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.But I made a vow to the moon and starsThat I'd search the honky-tonks and barsAnd kill that man who gave me that awful name.In the english language there is a rule that guides those of us who are native speakers to pronounce vowels with their long sound when they are followed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113690728714254748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113690728714254748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/01/man-named-arlene.html' title='A man named Arlene'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113658477961787525</id><published>2006-01-06T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T13:59:39.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Satan</title><summary type='text'>Is Pat Robertson for real?  How does someone get so amped up on their crazy religious money making scheme--he is considred a televangelist, after all--that you would have a bout of insanity like his most recent.  PM Sharon's stroke is an act of God?Give me a holy-fucking break, Pat.  The guy is old, overweight, and a poster child for hyper-tension.  Pat Robertson is one of the many, many things </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113658477961787525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113658477961787525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/01/great-satan.html' title='The Great Satan'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113656467189723263</id><published>2006-01-06T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T12:24:46.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tripping over your tap shoes</title><summary type='text'>recondite \REK-uhn-dyt\, adjective:1. Difficult to understand; abstruse.2. Concerned with obscure subject matter. So it begins again. . . the constant quicksand challenge to move out of the realm of "haze" and into the place where all meaning is made.  That place has no map to it and can not be found using Google Maps.  It is just down the road from here.  It can be found, enjoyed, and rented out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113656467189723263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113656467189723263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/01/tripping-over-your-tap-shoes.html' title='Tripping over your tap shoes'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113632403420197550</id><published>2006-01-03T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T13:33:54.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Figurative freedom to freeze</title><summary type='text'>Oscar Wilde has been one of those intriguing figures throughout my well-sauced life as a reader.  The first encounter with Oscar's particular point of view was in this sometimes mis-attributed quotation: "Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast."There is something that I really enjoy within this.  That the words dull and brilliant are so nicely juxtaposed; that Oscar is seeming to vent a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113632403420197550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113632403420197550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2006/01/figurative-freedom-to-freeze.html' title='Figurative freedom to freeze'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113579466444784431</id><published>2005-12-28T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T10:35:52.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer, concrete and lies baby lies</title><summary type='text'>Under normal conditions, human cells flourish when they metabolise oxygen.  Heathly cells need to breath.  Cancer cells react in the opposite fashion.  They are broken down by exposure to oxygen--many alternative cancer treatment programs use oxygen exposure methods--and thrive on the process of fermentation.  If you have ever made wine, you know that the key ingredient is sugar. And wine making </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113579466444784431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113579466444784431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/12/cancer-concrete-and-lies-baby-lies.html' title='Cancer, concrete and lies baby lies'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113537132862485639</id><published>2005-12-23T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T12:55:28.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Verisimilitude of the vivisection</title><summary type='text'>I am struck by the constant fellating of any and all persons by clerks, owners and vagabonds with the happy-go-lucky wishes of Merry Christmas.  If I hear this crack one more time I am going to insist on an apology. Or at the very least, a discount on my dry cleaning.Why is it that christians--and anyone else who jumps on this moronic bandwagon-- have to sodomize me every year with their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113537132862485639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113537132862485639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/12/verisimilitude-of-vivisection.html' title='Verisimilitude of the vivisection'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113517985130720540</id><published>2005-12-21T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T07:44:11.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Junk mail in the jaws of life</title><summary type='text'>I like what Jade is onto with the Stockholm Synrome idea.  I will begin sound-proofing the room in the basement post haste.  And I thought the floor drain was a quaint remnant of days gone by. . . And as to Malkor's worshipful insights with my obsessive behaviors, he is more "spot on" than I am actually comfortable with.  Thanks for making me squirm.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113517985130720540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113517985130720540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/12/junk-mail-in-jaws-of-life.html' title='Junk mail in the jaws of life'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113509752158277808</id><published>2005-12-20T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T08:52:01.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put it on my tomb. . . or on a bumper sticker</title><summary type='text'>"Simple Simon took aim upon politicians, bishops, Holy Rollers, Christian Scientists, Methodists, Baptists, Presbyterians, and evangelicals of high and low degree," wrote one of his adoring throng. "He belabored [censors ], chiropractors, prohibitionists,. . . charity mongers, drive managers, YMCA secretaries, executive secretaries, town boomers, Rotarians, Kiwanians, Boomers, and Elks. He </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113509752158277808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113509752158277808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/12/put-it-on-my-tomb-or-on-bumper-sticker.html' title='Put it on my tomb. . . or on a bumper sticker'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113509602458086630</id><published>2005-12-20T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T08:28:19.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earnest egress in the exit lane</title><summary type='text'>I had never heard of this "urban legend" before and find it all quite fascinating.  A female shopper's gratitude turns to horror when she discovers that the 'good samaritan' who offered to fix her flat tire in the mall parking lot has a briefcase full of knives, rope and duct tape: read it herehttp://urbanlegends.about.com/library/bl_flat_tire_mall.htmI wonder if my gym bag, hacksaw, gorilla mask</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113509602458086630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113509602458086630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/12/earnest-egress-in-exit-lane.html' title='Earnest egress in the exit lane'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113484790859808161</id><published>2005-12-17T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T11:31:48.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow angels in the shitstorm</title><summary type='text'>Dear reader, plase note that I am not the author of this quaint little volume.  I am certain, however, that I am the reality based inspiration of this tome.  Trimming the tree with a chainsaw. . . "accidently" lighting it aflame with my smoke. . . and chopping the toes out of stockings.  Delicious for a quick snack.So I saw Syriana last evening.  Now, I do not typically go to see films in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113484790859808161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113484790859808161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/12/snow-angels-in-shitstorm.html' title='Snow angels in the shitstorm'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113451147590436069</id><published>2005-12-13T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T14:04:41.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chimpanzees changing their scope</title><summary type='text'>Come with me reader on a bizarre tale of what may constitute my favorite experience of all time.  And I will qualify this with telling the uninitiated that among my many varied life experiences you will find penultimate highs and desperate and dangerous lows: drugs are only the smallest part of this.  Some of you may know what I mean.  I am Richey Edwards.  I have disappeared.  I was a Manic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113451147590436069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113451147590436069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/12/chimpanzees-changing-their-scope.html' title='Chimpanzees changing their scope'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113440983779598874</id><published>2005-12-12T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T09:50:37.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faceplant in the fleshpot</title><summary type='text'>Spending an evening sitting outdoors in 6 degrees can lead one to ponder the randomness or reasons for testicles to be on the outside of a male body and ovaries contained within the female.  This is most certainly what lurks within the phrase, "I froze my balls off. . ."  A woman may be more likely to freeze "her ass off. . " but so it goes.  Nobody wants to see and assless woman.My own freezing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113440983779598874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113440983779598874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/12/faceplant-in-fleshpot.html' title='Faceplant in the fleshpot'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113399438283673838</id><published>2005-12-07T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T14:28:54.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality based rampage of rednecks</title><summary type='text'>Question: What is different about California?California - 1 November 2005: Deer Attacks Puzzle Wildlife OfficialsTwo recent deer attacks against people and three against neighborhood pets have prompted California wildlife officials to warn people to keep their distance from the wild animals. In one of these attacks, a male deer attacked Ron Dudek, 73, in Rancho Santa Fe in Southern California as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113399438283673838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113399438283673838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/12/reality-based-rampage-of-rednecks.html' title='Reality based rampage of rednecks'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113399333527254429</id><published>2005-12-07T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T14:08:55.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uber mensch on the undercard</title><summary type='text'>I know this post sucks, but I heard this song in the a.m. and it has been in my head all day.  How deperate and twisted is it when the cosmos fits all the minute little puzzle pieces together and makes your shit smell like chocolate chip cookies?  Well, I guess it is a little bit like that. . . But it certainly resonates with what has been on my mind since that soon to be sainted Jimmy Carter </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113399333527254429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113399333527254429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/12/uber-mensch-on-undercard.html' title='Uber mensch on the undercard'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113389803288225593</id><published>2005-12-06T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T11:40:32.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No down time for down town</title><summary type='text'>So Jimmy Carter has got me thinking about the WALL.  Not that overdone, mind-numbing madness put out by Pink Floyd (yes, I can and do appreciate it at times. . .), but the wall between church and state.  Between fundamentalism and politics.  His new book does a remarkable job of detailing--through his personal insights--the conscious shifting of the two sides into one freakish amalgam of what we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113389803288225593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113389803288225593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/12/no-down-time-for-down-town.html' title='No down time for down town'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113380206556650628</id><published>2005-12-05T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T09:01:05.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Divinity is a dull knife and potatoes to peel</title><summary type='text'>Somewhat perplexed by the monstrosity of inter-personal and intra-personal fact-finding faith inquiries of some folks.  It reminds me of having to read and view videotaped productions of Passion Plays developed by pre-renaissance christians in England.  So, this whole Oberamergau direction took me to an excellent article that rattles the cages of pre-conceived notions.  Sprirtuality can come from</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113380206556650628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113380206556650628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/12/divinity-is-dull-knife-and-potatoes-to.html' title='Divinity is a dull knife and potatoes to peel'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113355959205416500</id><published>2005-12-02T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T13:39:52.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick start the Cuisinart</title><summary type='text'>Many, many, many people have problems with needles.  Whether you are squeamish about getting stuck, the blood, a sense of fear of inflicted pain or whatever, it is still a very common disorder.  I do not have that particular disorder.In fact, it is this same sense of dread that makes the needle so attractive.  I accept that the puncture of my flesh may have it's very own snap, crackle, and pop </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113355959205416500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113355959205416500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/12/kick-start-cuisinart.html' title='Kick start the Cuisinart'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113345936439584479</id><published>2005-12-01T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T09:49:24.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Molecular malcontent</title><summary type='text'>How to Shovel Snow --------------------------------------------------------------------------------    Shoveling snow is a fact of life in colder parts of the world. So grab your snow shovel and follow these steps to make sure your driveway and walking areas are safe in any weather.       Steps:  1.   Make sure you have a good snow shovel. Most snow shovels have open ends that allow you to easily</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113345936439584479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113345936439584479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/12/molecular-malcontent.html' title='Molecular malcontent'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113337589882150493</id><published>2005-11-30T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T10:38:18.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exit stage left apologies</title><summary type='text'>STOCKHOLM (AFP) - Certain cases of mouth cancer appear to be caused by a virus that can be contracted during oral sex, media reported, quoting a new Swedish study. People who contract a high-risk variety of the human papilloma virus, HPV, during oral sex are more likely to fall ill with mouth cancer, according to a study conducted at the Malmo University Faculty of Odontology in southern Sweden."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113337589882150493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113337589882150493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/11/exit-stage-left-apologies.html' title='Exit stage left apologies'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113329896956909008</id><published>2005-11-29T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T13:16:09.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fast lane at the fat camp</title><summary type='text'>Thundering through the holiay was a colossal bore.  I have to request a Surgeon General's study of the detrimental effects of being near my "family."  And while many of you suffer from the narrow minded view of taking each turn as it comes and a laissez faire approach to people, I have the broad-minded opinion that most people are disappointing (me among them).  Give me 24 hours of solitary </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113329896956909008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113329896956909008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/11/fast-lane-at-fat-camp.html' title='fast lane at the fat camp'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113276935704905852</id><published>2005-11-23T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T10:09:17.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopscotch for the handicapped</title><summary type='text'>Halfway through the night I woke up from a very vivid dream which I recall had me visiting Milwaukee--while living in Germany--and talking with a bald man with a walrus mustache.  He detailed to me how he would be fishing from the Zero Bridge with a former country star and hockey player named Wayne.  He seemed loaded.Days like this remind me of the time we harangued Hop-a-long when he fell on the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113276935704905852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113276935704905852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/11/hopscotch-for-handicapped.html' title='Hopscotch for the handicapped'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113267599124502065</id><published>2005-11-22T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T08:14:40.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gelatin in the George Foreman Grill</title><summary type='text'>After an enjoyable, yet innocuous conversation about the Flying Spaghetti Monster theory of the universe, I stumbled upon this intriguing idea.  Jell-o killed the dinosaurs.  Here is the link: And from there I can rest easier by relating my recent trip to the dentist.  It is true.  I am not ashamed to tell you.  I have teeth.Actually, quite a few of them.  And while not everyone is comfortable </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113267599124502065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113267599124502065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/11/gelatin-in-george-foreman-grill.html' title='Gelatin in the George Foreman Grill'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113234650287689885</id><published>2005-11-18T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T12:45:04.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backstab blitzkreig</title><summary type='text'>The fair weather footfalls have not begun to diminish as the week has wound down.  Stalking the hallways of neandertal institutions has become habitual this week.  "The mechanical voice invites me to take the gold elevator to the fourth floor and proceed to the left , down the corridor. . . " and it is like Willy Wonka's chocolate factory except wrought in walnut instead of chocolate.And the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113234650287689885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113234650287689885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/11/backstab-blitzkreig.html' title='Backstab blitzkreig'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113226520777594466</id><published>2005-11-17T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T14:06:47.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird flu in the bed pan</title><summary type='text'>Ruminations on family and friends.Vic's cooking could kill off the entire Army of Absolution before it even reached the mountains or the Russian front.  Die Russen!The Cow will come around leaning and rubbing up against the side of her corral and generally stinking the place up with her usual brand of half-baked, drug -addled shit.And Terminal will be bewildered by it all and make only a few </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113226520777594466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113226520777594466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/11/bird-flu-in-bed-pan.html' title='Bird flu in the bed pan'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113224431491845207</id><published>2005-11-17T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T08:19:49.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arranging for Armageddon</title><summary type='text'>While the Army of Absolution began it's unsolicited Beer Hall Putsch, I sat back in my prison cell and contemplated my knee caps.  Navel gazing having run it's course for the year.  The meeting of the 3,000--as weak of a number as that may seem--was quickly undone by a vocal fanatic hell-bent on his furtive pony and painted like a member of the blue man group."Struggling with cognitive dissonance</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113224431491845207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113224431491845207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/11/arranging-for-armageddon.html' title='Arranging for Armageddon'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113216426984306590</id><published>2005-11-16T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T10:04:29.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slopbucket sushi</title><summary type='text'>When FUCK OFF just won't do, along comes Malkor and his army of absolution. . .</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113216426984306590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113216426984306590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/11/slopbucket-sushi.html' title='Slopbucket sushi'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113215484552768964</id><published>2005-11-16T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T07:27:25.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakneck speed to the bike rack</title><summary type='text'>Way more time consuming than I had originally thought, this effort to go out and get a life.  I stopped at Osco to look at what they had in stock--one can usually find things on the cheap there--and it seems that all of their lives have been delayed from being shipped due to the hurricanes.  I was hoping to find a decent large-sized life there which would not come with too many accesories or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113215484552768964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113215484552768964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/11/breakneck-speed-to-bike-rack.html' title='Breakneck speed to the bike rack'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113207587928102124</id><published>2005-11-15T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T09:31:19.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appropriate contusion</title><summary type='text'>"Some of them want to use you.Some of them want to get used by you.Some of them want to abuse you.Some of them want to be abused."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113207587928102124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113207587928102124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/11/appropriate-contusion.html' title='Appropriate contusion'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113207014245681705</id><published>2005-11-15T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T07:55:42.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Factory settings on the filth vacuum</title><summary type='text'>Let's wax philosophical about sex predators, rabbi's and the founding fathers. . . can we speculate that freedom and elightenment may come from the sounding of the ram's horn at sundown?can we toss our hat into the ring of the doomed and desperate and explain it all away as if it never crawled into our backyard, under our porch for the winter, and sprung a litter of little critters to propogate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113207014245681705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113207014245681705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/11/factory-settings-on-filth-vacuum.html' title='Factory settings on the filth vacuum'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113198875235714980</id><published>2005-11-14T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T09:19:16.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making sense of the sandpaper</title><summary type='text'>The art of noise.Social graces being what they are, I have elected frequently in the past few weeks to avoid applying a uniform appraoch to presenting myself.  We all work hard to develop/create/and convince ourselves of "how we would like to be perceived" from the pages of a leadership guide.I have taken the approach of being brutally honest.  A blatant car-crash.  At first we are repulsed.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113198875235714980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113198875235714980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/11/making-sense-of-sandpaper.html' title='Making sense of the sandpaper'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113164314871558115</id><published>2005-11-10T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T09:19:08.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rat traps for the crab house</title><summary type='text'>Filial piety is an outmoded concept to those of us in the enlightened west.  It has taken on a whole new manifestation in my day-to-day.  Ask me the question, "Who owns you?" and my answer might be a ten-minute ranting monologue on the overlords of the board of directors; painfully well-intentioned people who want to make my days miserable with their return-on-investment hullaballoo.  I wrote </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113164314871558115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113164314871558115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/11/rat-traps-for-crab-house.html' title='Rat traps for the crab house'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113155959230224987</id><published>2005-11-09T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T12:22:30.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Off Without Him</title><summary type='text'>By George MonbiotOct 23, 2005, 22:13Are religious societies better than secular ones? It should be an easy question for athiests to answer. Most of those now seeking to blow people up - whether with tanks and missiles or rucksacks and passenger planes - do so in the name of God. In India, we see men whose religion forbids them to harm insects setting light to human beings. A 14th-century Pope </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113155959230224987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113155959230224987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/11/better-off-without-him.html' title='Better Off Without Him'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113155537780536826</id><published>2005-11-09T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T09:01:01.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power, terror and pinks in the music school</title><summary type='text'>Saul Bellow emplores me to Seize the Day, but I can't find a handle to put the murderous grip on it that I would like.  Saul needs to get his meathooks off my day and go back to being a vicious word grappler."The vowels snuck up on the unsuspecting writer and using what appears to have been a 3lb. pipe wrench caved in the side of his head.  The writer bled out in the gutter before the AMT's, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113155537780536826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113155537780536826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/11/power-terror-and-pinks-in-music-school.html' title='Power, terror and pinks in the music school'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113148374965175030</id><published>2005-11-08T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T14:52:47.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handsome handwringing and the end of the earth</title><summary type='text'>Jade mentions (in a furtive and not altogether coherent way)the end of the earth and the notion that the world is round.  It is all very hard to believe.  And to the random topic at hand.Europe shows us many things.  Many people may miss what those polite and grumpy folks of many nations can reveal.  They show us the value of cobblestones.  Solid projectiles that can crack a skull, store window, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113148374965175030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113148374965175030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/11/handsome-handwringing-and-end-of-earth.html' title='Handsome handwringing and the end of the earth'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113139438035520638</id><published>2005-11-07T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T12:13:00.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancelled checks from crack-pots</title><summary type='text'>Cashed in another event on Friday.  Many instances of the crack-pots cashing in early and just floating along on their personal cancelled checks of reputation/personality/position.  I have been seared with the sight of old-guys cruise ship finger dancing to the B-52's Loveshack.  Cancelled. Checks.Now tell me, who does not like a good soccer hooligan inspired soccer/football riot?It appears my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113139438035520638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113139438035520638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/11/cancelled-checks-from-crack-pots.html' title='Cancelled checks from crack-pots'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113095401776394362</id><published>2005-11-02T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T11:51:15.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>But, I think you are wrong</title><summary type='text'>So, Woody--the meatball from which we purchased four chairs for an installation at the mall--calls to suggest that WE go about fixing the two chairs that broke after one week. Let me add this important detail--the chairs have a LIFETIME guarantee from defect.  This is WOODY'S guarantee.I had the pleasure of being able to tell him to take a flying fucking leap.  Does this analogy hold true: You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113095401776394362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113095401776394362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/11/but-i-think-you-are-wrong.html' title='But, I think you are wrong'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113078242954297546</id><published>2005-10-31T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T08:25:43.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple, slow glances</title><summary type='text'>So, I had no idea that such fierce enjoyment could come from a reflcetive look at old school skateboarding.  Most of us have heard about the Lords of Dogtown film--garnering some small attentions for it's cast, directing, photography etc.--but this is not what I am talking (or want to write)about.  Dogtown and Z Boys.  This documentary is HUGE.  Not only in it's visual impact--and that is a whole</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113078242954297546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113078242954297546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/10/simple-slow-glances.html' title='Simple, slow glances'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113041474805054296</id><published>2005-10-27T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T05:05:48.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does your 4:30 a.m. look like?</title><summary type='text'>I may be the newly emerged King of early morning.  It helps that I have the WORLDS BEST coffee maker and some funky-ass beans to help me along on my ascent to the throne.  The patch.  That is what I will attribute it to.  As previously written here, this vivd reality (no Supergeek, not fantasy, but REALITY) without smoking is the greatest thing I have experienced in quite some time.  Do you know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113041474805054296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113041474805054296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-does-your-430-am-look-like.html' title='What does your 4:30 a.m. look like?'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113034312040869846</id><published>2005-10-26T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T09:12:00.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If wishes were . . .</title><summary type='text'>If wishes were french friesthen we would alldie youngA cloggedor catheteredarterysuckingthe barrel ofa gun</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113034312040869846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113034312040869846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/10/if-wishes-were.html' title='If wishes were . . .'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113018686765471661</id><published>2005-10-24T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T13:47:47.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Radiofree Cash</title><summary type='text'>Cash = trustI trust cash.not deceased johnnydead president style cash</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113018686765471661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113018686765471661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/10/radiofree-cash.html' title='Radiofree Cash'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-113017602196306832</id><published>2005-10-24T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T10:47:01.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tug-of-war trust issues</title><summary type='text'>Outnumbered has an interesting post.  Yes, so that reads like so many of these spammers who post their nitwit comments about free golf clubs and revolutionary car wax, but it got me thinking. . . I do not think I understand trust.  I talk about it a great deal in my professional life--developing relationships built upon mutual trust--between clients and staff--and our various and related </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113017602196306832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/113017602196306832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/10/tug-of-war-trust-issues.html' title='tug-of-war trust issues'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-112991164347270070</id><published>2005-10-21T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T09:23:27.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar production and the Super Geeks</title><summary type='text'>So Hawaii has only one remaining sugar refinery.  I recall the TV commercials growing up that had the jingle "...pure cane sugar from Hawaii" that featured a semi alluring female and a few random kids sucking on sugar cane stalks and tantalizing backgrounds of their island home.  And now they barely produce nay sugar?  What happened?  Did the manufacturers realize that shipping things from an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112991164347270070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112991164347270070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/10/sugar-production-and-super-geeks.html' title='Sugar production and the Super Geeks'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-112982808213433414</id><published>2005-10-20T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T10:08:02.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since we discontinued the Door County Advocate</title><summary type='text'>I have not read the decrepit wanderings of her ailing mind lately, and it struck me as funny to post this again.Oh Keeta Stubbs, how I miss you near me. . . while you spin carefree in your wheelchair in the desert pondering the great and dark mysteries of Tuscon (Tusconites or Tusconans, you wonder) and share with us the wide and plentiful joys of cacti, our hearts grow empty. Not having you in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112982808213433414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112982808213433414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/10/since-we-discontinued-door-county.html' title='Since we discontinued the Door County Advocate'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-112982258586907444</id><published>2005-10-20T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T08:36:25.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fidgeting in the fast lane</title><summary type='text'>from 0 to 100 in only a few minutes this morning--waking at 4:30 to be on the air within one hor.  Not a slow way to wake up.  No possiblity to appear like the walking dead when you ear is ringing with the voice of a producer.The smell of food before 6:00 a.m. is enough to choke me like swallowing a load of dryer lint with a glass of sand chaser.Very vivid dream about interviewing someone for my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112982258586907444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112982258586907444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/10/fidgeting-in-fast-lane.html' title='fidgeting in the fast lane'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-112973315099819857</id><published>2005-10-19T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T07:45:51.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zen nugget</title><summary type='text'>It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.___________________________________________________________________________________I wonder of that is what lies behind outgunned's reference to me as Gary Oldman. . .?. . . and Super Geek's reference to me as "The Insitgator."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112973315099819857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112973315099819857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/10/zen-nugget.html' title='Zen nugget'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-112964206385665361</id><published>2005-10-18T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T06:27:43.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funkadelic flashback to days gone by. . .</title><summary type='text'>The very nature of "possibilities" is that something, anything can or will happen at any given time.  Or not.  I am not talking Murhpy's Law, but only "What ifs. . .?"It has become something of challenging proposition to consider the multitude of "What ifs. . .?" in most all of the things that are piled on my pizza.  Perhaps another would be paralyzed with so many possibilities, but my vision has</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112964206385665361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112964206385665361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/10/funkadelic-flashback-to-days-gone-by.html' title='Funkadelic flashback to days gone by. . .'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-112958225310871790</id><published>2005-10-17T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T13:50:53.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Possessive adjectives</title><summary type='text'>My god is stronger, and wealthier than your god.My fear is much less potent than your patriotic impotence.Your disaster is my delight.My bullshit equals your blasphemy.We can not trust any of those dangerous, doom-struck little fruitbags.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112958225310871790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112958225310871790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/10/possessive-adjectives.html' title='Possessive adjectives'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-112955611979551075</id><published>2005-10-17T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T13:45:55.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Born again blackout</title><summary type='text'>Running in circles has never been (or felt) more productive.The crisp chill and wood smoke get my sap flowing.  It has been vivid.So I stumbled onto where outnumbered, outgunned gets Outnumbered, Outgunned from.  Watched Sin City Saturday evening.  Really groundbreaking film.  Rock the whole graphic novel film adaptation.  I was impressed with the way the dialogue was delivered in a very stilted,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112955611979551075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112955611979551075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/10/born-again-blackout.html' title='Born again blackout'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-112940481402221256</id><published>2005-10-15T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T12:33:34.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speech therapy for the mute and confused</title><summary type='text'>Wanting to call it "just another day," but it really is much more than that.  This may mark the turning of a whole new leaf.We have a definition of hate crime that seems to be static and unimpressive.  I would prefer to think of hate crime as anything that causes the individual being wronged to remark, "I hate that. . . "  My POW/PTSD addled neighbor has "decorated" his front yard for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112940481402221256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112940481402221256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/10/speech-therapy-for-mute-and-confused.html' title='Speech therapy for the mute and confused'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-112932046985548753</id><published>2005-10-14T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T13:07:49.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horse Drawn Hang Dog</title><summary type='text'>Very surprised to have had a civil conversation with HER.  SHE seemed to call under the guise of asking about daughter's progress reports and to inquire if I had been receiving mail from the school.  I have not.  This was supposed to be happening.Then SHE wanted to chat about HER own problems.  SHE says SHE thinks SHE is fucked up.  This was the moment of clarity I wrote about in a previous </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112932046985548753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112932046985548753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/10/horse-drawn-hang-dog.html' title='Horse Drawn Hang Dog'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-112922156248413036</id><published>2005-10-13T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T09:39:22.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cacophony of casket creaks</title><summary type='text'>Never tripped the light fantastic but have wondered how the shoe fits the other foot.Pretty curious last few days.  The regular buck and shuffle has turned out to pay-off in bigger and better ways.  Cocnsistency results in $10k in 20 minutes.  Not a bad ROI.I have not driven anywhere further than 15 minutes away from my house or my office in a few weeks.  I have come to realize that I want the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112922156248413036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112922156248413036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/10/cacophony-of-casket-creaks.html' title='Cacophony of casket creaks'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-112869936237254608</id><published>2005-10-07T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T08:36:02.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Necrophilic Gay Ducks</title><summary type='text'>Boffin honoured for necrophile gay duck paperIg Nobel Laureate UK tour kicks offBy Lester HainesPublished Wednesday 9th March 2005 14:02 GMTA Dutch researcher has been honoured for his illuminating research into necrophiliac gay ducks - a hitherto unprobed side of animal behaviour which rather eclipses recent work on homosexual sheep and stroppy cows.According to the Guardian, Kees Moeliker's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112869936237254608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112869936237254608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/10/necrophilic-gay-ducks.html' title='Necrophilic Gay Ducks'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-112852748622802484</id><published>2005-10-05T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T08:51:26.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the tangled web of deception and pain</title><summary type='text'>so I am the least favorite parent.  How easy it is to slip into the role when SHE wants to gain some ground for herself.  Instead of dealing with the issues SHE has neglected, it is easier to paint me to be the bad guy.  And what a familar role it is.  Having been an assgole for as long as there have been assholes--so basically back to the very first gas ever passed through an anal aperture.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112852748622802484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112852748622802484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/10/tangled-web-of-deception-and-pain.html' title='the tangled web of deception and pain'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-112845905179494030</id><published>2005-10-04T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T13:50:51.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This too shall pass. . .</title><summary type='text'>It seems to me that what we have here with radiofree and his succubi horde is nothing more than our very own--and no less charming--Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolf being played out on all the trappings of a cyber-space stage play. When the age-old hot buttons are unveiled--like red, raw nipples in an ice storm--it comes as no surpise that passions erupt, freindships are lost, and the machinery of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112845905179494030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112845905179494030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-too-shall-pass.html' title='This too shall pass. . .'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-112801176250374161</id><published>2005-09-29T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T09:36:02.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is repeatedly wrong?</title><summary type='text'>Chastised by the timing of all things.  Sometimes you just do not want to say or do anything.  And it really is OK.  But it rubs persons the wrong way being a hermit.  Like you wish they would die, when it is really you that is dead.Tom Robbins calls it "wahoo."  When the sap runs out, where does the new energy come from? Water? Whiskey? Wine?Not women.  Not wondering.  Not wanting to.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112801176250374161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112801176250374161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/09/is-repeatedly-wrong.html' title='Is repeatedly wrong?'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-112791940130510473</id><published>2005-09-28T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T08:00:07.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intelligent Design?</title><summary type='text'>Some serious science. . . .OPEN LETTER TO KANSAS SCHOOL BOARD:CC:DOVER SCHOOL BOARD (PENNSYLVANIA)OHIO STATE SCHOOL BOARDRIO RANCHO SCHOOL BOARD (NEW MEXICO)GRANTSBURG SCHOOL BOARD (WISCONSIN)COBBY COUNTY SCHOOL BOARD(GEORGIA)SHELBY COUNTY SCHOOL BOARD(TENNESSEE)CHARLES COUNTY SCHOOL BOARD(MARYLAND)DARBY SCHOOL BOARD (MONTANA)I am writing you with much concern after having read of your hearing to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112791940130510473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112791940130510473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/09/intelligent-design.html' title='Intelligent Design?'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-112740171029463403</id><published>2005-09-22T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T08:08:30.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeze monger in the parking lot</title><summary type='text'>recently I read an article that detailed the moral/mental failings of one of my great states most highly respected secret government agents employed by the CIA during Reagn's secret war in central america.  None other than Eugene Hasenfus.Do you--fair minded reader--recall this man?  Here is a brief refresher:On October 5, 1986, a C-123 transport plane carrying arms to the contras was shot down </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112740171029463403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112740171029463403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/09/sleeze-monger-in-parking-lot.html' title='Sleeze monger in the parking lot'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-112724807324894999</id><published>2005-09-20T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T13:27:53.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the public realm. . .</title><summary type='text'>information access.  Not easily defined within calssical black and white boundaries of our parent's generation, instead blurred by hwat exists in REAL TIME and SPACE.  However it may exist, so much is free for all eyes and ears.  We can see, hear, and sense so much in our living world that it can be dangerously overwhelming.We do not have to hack in, seek out, or pay for our titillation.  It is a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112724807324894999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112724807324894999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-public-realm.html' title='In the public realm. . .'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-112698676412525519</id><published>2005-09-17T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T12:52:44.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still sounds about fucking right:I wrote in an earlier entry--"Friendship is shallow and ill-defined. Love is unimaginable, and best left to be. Lust is concrete, animated and sweaty. Something you can put in a net, bleed over an open floor drain, and eat until you are full."Suck it!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112698676412525519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112698676412525519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/09/still-sounds-about-fucking-right-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-112698636498427701</id><published>2005-09-17T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T12:46:04.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rampant ripoff and riduclousness</title><summary type='text'>Not sure if I fully see eye-to-eye with the anti-wanderlust attitude of blog reading/posting that outnumbered seems to disagree with.  Man is cute.  Humanity is feeble.  Individuals are whores.What is a post?  Who decides the value?  Fucked by 37 cents and a gallon of gas, we gladly take what we are given.  Don't like it?  Don't buy the ticket for the ride.I like to creep around the edges of news</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112698636498427701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112698636498427701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/09/rampant-ripoff-and-riduclousness.html' title='Rampant ripoff and riduclousness'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-112662295752333545</id><published>2005-09-13T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T07:49:17.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucked up Functionaries of Doom</title><summary type='text'>The Nation -- Finally, we have discovered the roots of George W. Bush's "compassionate conservatism.On the heels of the president's "What, me worry?" response to the death, destruction and dislocation that followed upon Hurricane Katrina comes the news of his mother's Labor Day visit with hurricane evacuees at the Astrodome in Houston.Commenting on the facilities that have been set up for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112662295752333545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112662295752333545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/09/fucked-up-functionaries-of-doom.html' title='Fucked up Functionaries of Doom'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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-10137878.post-112629901713601007</id><published>2005-09-09T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T13:50:17.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumper test on my brain</title><summary type='text'>Hard to imgaine that "everything" is my fault.  Stunned to see the words my daughter can write about her hatred towards me.  Where does this come from?  She has convinced herself that I am the worst person in the world. Just an avergae 14 year-old letting off steam, or has she really begun to believe it?  How in the world can her mind work like this?  She thinks she has never been good enough for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112629901713601007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10137878/posts/default/112629901713601007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slavishemulation.blogspot.com/2005/09/bumper-test-on-my-brain.html' title='Bumper test on my brain'/><author><name>Simple Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033675699335370253</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>
