<?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-5756044</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:44:21.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Space for Rent</title><subtitle type='html'>The Official newswire for the People's Democratic Republic of Ross</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756044.post-108009155772941996</id><published>2004-03-23T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T17:28:27.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVICTED</title><summary type='text'>My Subjects! Please make a note in your records that the Imperial Residence has changed. From now on, you may locate the PDRR at This Space For Rent.Please make a note. Also, bear in mind that the new residence is a work in progress. it will be come more staely as the construction crew gets their shit together. Meaning, as soon as I GMST.Thank you. Ross out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/108009155772941996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/108009155772941996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108009155772941996' title='EVICTED'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-108006955202519337</id><published>2004-03-23T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T11:34:43.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The unbearable suckiness of hippies</title><summary type='text'>Like a gentle, helpful breeze, temperate and without any malice, G, of G's Spot has cracked the secret of cover songs, and in the process, managed to resurrect one of my favorite old timey pastimes, letting stupid pothead bands have it full throttle. Regarding the ass that is Nebraska's 311, she says, Poignantly:Anywho, since I'm up, let me rant about something that's been bugging me like a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/108006955202519337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/108006955202519337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108006955202519337' title='The unbearable suckiness of hippies'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-108000816466878414</id><published>2004-03-22T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T18:18:33.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen Concept, stolen joke</title><summary type='text'>The best comment of the day comes in reference to that lame "you complete me" line from Jerry McGuire, possibly the all time dumbest most cringe inducing crap line in the history of cinema:K: I can't fucking hear that line without imagining it coming from a deaf gimpy special olympics athleteK: (and yes I know that's crass)K: But I hear THAT voice</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/108000816466878414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/108000816466878414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108000816466878414' title='Stolen Concept, stolen joke'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-108000679089714231</id><published>2004-03-22T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T17:56:14.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curses! If Only I was a bit lamer and famouser...</title><summary type='text'>In a move sure to send ripples through the 14 year old boy and 35 year old maxim reading masturbator demographic, Computer Lip Sync service worker and Botox Spokeswoman Kyle Minogue is reportedly marrying her committed boy toy and Eye Candy, some French dude no one has ever heard of except for a bunch of Lame homo art movies fans. Stupid Queers the world over will now have the privilege of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/108000679089714231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/108000679089714231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108000679089714231' title='Curses! If Only I was a bit lamer and famouser...'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107999114772731083</id><published>2004-03-22T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T14:41:17.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait, Shouldn't they already HAVE HANDLED THIS ALREADY???</title><summary type='text'>Now admittedly, I'm not the most on-the-ball person in the world when it comes to taking care of the things I've been trying to finish. I'm horrible about finishing creative projects (this year is diffs though, I swear!), I put off important financial things slightly too long, and I am really, really bad about sending CD covers to people for whom I've made awesome Mix CDs. Until today, I assumed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107999114772731083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107999114772731083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107999114772731083' title='Wait, Shouldn&apos;t they already HAVE HANDLED THIS ALREADY???'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107998069291021885</id><published>2004-03-22T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T10:40:40.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New and interesting interestingness</title><summary type='text'>Good friend Ruth Brown, author of the amazing John Howard blog, finally has a blog for her own damnself, The Line of Contempt. Go check it out and tell her This Space For Rent Sentcha!Also, Remember that she is a PDRR cabinet member. Show her the neccesary deference and fealty.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107998069291021885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107998069291021885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107998069291021885' title='New and interesting interestingness'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107997847600178668</id><published>2004-03-22T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T10:34:54.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird things we find on the internet</title><summary type='text'>Apparently, there are a couple of guys up in King's Canyon claiming to be in grave mortal peril. Who knows what, exactly is really happening, but their version of things is certainly interesting. I don't know what they're playing at, but this is fucking incredible. Check it out at your own risk.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107997847600178668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107997847600178668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107997847600178668' title='Weird things we find on the internet'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107991045248785493</id><published>2004-03-21T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T15:09:59.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Athiest Zombies finally defeat Christian Zombies</title><summary type='text'>Or at least, that's what the headline should have been.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107991045248785493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107991045248785493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107991045248785493' title='Athiest Zombies finally defeat Christian Zombies'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-10797271161860400</id><published>2004-03-19T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T12:15:05.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameless Plug's Anniversary!!!!</title><summary type='text'>One year ago today (give or take a few hours or so) the non award-winning, non critically acclaimed, but somehow still completely awesome radio show I've been hosting, Theme Party, was born. Since then, I've been happy that it's mostly brought the sheer awesome might  - We've talked about video games, making out, death, "first times", the birthdays of our friends, Hollywood, fighting, Montages, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/10797271161860400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/10797271161860400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#10797271161860400' title='Shameless Plug&apos;s Anniversary!!!!'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107969039425332116</id><published>2004-03-19T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T08:02:00.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I know why the Romans had a word for "Kill every 10th person"</title><summary type='text'>Actually, I'm thinking more "In Vino Veritas", which literally means "Drink and say a bunch of shit you wish you'd kept to yourself, even though it's totally true n shit. Damn". Or something to that effect. Anyway, It's almost 2 AM and I"m putting off the precious sleep I need because I need to make a certain point perfectly clear:AMY AND MIKEY ARE TOTALLY GETTING IT ON.I say this not only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107969039425332116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107969039425332116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107969039425332116' title='I think I know why the Romans had a word for &quot;Kill every 10th person&quot;'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107966615515212494</id><published>2004-03-18T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T19:22:12.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hella sick and Cool shit is about to go down, balee dat holmes</title><summary type='text'>Now Hear This: Within the next week, there will be some *Major Changes* all up in this hellafied crizzib. What sort of changes you ask? Let's just say that the emperor is moving into some posh new digs just as soon as the Imperial Architects finish their laborious duties. It's going to Rock and shock the nation, I can promise you that.In the meantime, I am here to announce the final selection </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107966615515212494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107966615515212494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107966615515212494' title='Hella sick and Cool shit is about to go down, balee dat holmes'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107966502724349506</id><published>2004-03-18T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T18:59:31.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Answer to all your prayers</title><summary type='text'>You've been waiting for this, I can just tell. So Funny. best. Quiz. Ever.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107966502724349506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107966502724349506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107966502724349506' title='The Answer to all your prayers'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107958969451070421</id><published>2004-03-17T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T23:59:52.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way to frame the debate shithead</title><summary type='text'>It seems funny now, but once upon a time, I really liked Colin Powell. His autobiography changed the way I thought about the military, upward mobility in America, and the value and duty of civic participation. He also had a few choice things to say about people who used priviledge to escape their duties and responsibilities, but still reaped the rewards of being a citizen. I'm never, ever going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107958969451070421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107958969451070421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107958969451070421' title='Way to frame the debate shithead'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107957579711177051</id><published>2004-03-17T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T18:12:20.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWWW SNAP!</title><summary type='text'>Found this via Tristero, and it needs little comment:Take that, WolfFormer U.S. ambassador to the United Nations Richard Holbrooke appeared on CNN yesterday but apparently didn't feel like playing the game of the day with Wolf Blitzer. The pundits and politicians who have hyped the "Will Kerry name the leaders?" story these last several days have ignored the substance. But Holbrooke stated it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107957579711177051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107957579711177051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107957579711177051' title='AWWW SNAP!'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107955101119388524</id><published>2004-03-17T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T14:58:19.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Extra Scoop of My ice Cream baby</title><summary type='text'>I knew I should have said something about the L Ron Hubbard Life Exhibition related hilarity! Luckily, K is on the ball, proving once again why she is the Grand Vizier of the PDRR, and why I am so completely crushed. In my now many years of Sunny Los Angeles Living, I've been to the LRH Life Exhibition many times - it was one of the first things I did, the very first time I came to visit Los </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107955101119388524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107955101119388524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107955101119388524' title='An Extra Scoop of My ice Cream baby'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107949099830264285</id><published>2004-03-16T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T12:19:42.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More, Please</title><summary type='text'>So how do I describe the last few days? In 1989, Morrissey and Michael Stipe spent a few days in London hanging out together. It was already fairly well known at the time that Michael and Morrissey were more than likely gay, and speculation, which Morrissey did little to quell, was that they had been lovers. When asked about it by NME however, Morrissey simply replied, rather discreetly, "We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107949099830264285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107949099830264285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107949099830264285' title='More, Please'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107948519482052704</id><published>2004-03-16T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T17:13:14.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And speaking of them irresponsible Kids...</title><summary type='text'>As if in direct response to my oft stated opinions on drinking, here's something interesting out of Maryland:SEVERNA PARK, Md. (Wireless Flash) -- Do American teenagers need a learner's permit for beer? The 20-year-old intern on a Maryland-based radio show called "Beer Radio" thinks so.Jennifer Wiley, who will hit the legal drinking age this September, says she thinks young Americans need to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107948519482052704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107948519482052704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107948519482052704' title='And speaking of them irresponsible Kids...'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107948457737422637</id><published>2004-03-16T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T17:09:08.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WWJD (What Would John Do?)</title><summary type='text'>hey, maybe everyone ought to go and see how they think my main man Johnny H might feel about this.The Australian Navy says security was not compromised when a refuelling vessel was daubed with graffiti in the port of Wellington.-SNIP-Anti-war protesters have admitted painting the 157-metre vessel - one of two RAN replenishment ships - with a slogan in fluorescent green criticising the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107948457737422637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107948457737422637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107948457737422637' title='WWJD (What Would John Do?)'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107940719225344707</id><published>2004-03-15T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T15:44:40.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you wish there was a section in the newspaper called "Doy"?</title><summary type='text'>This is from last week, but I've been obsessing over it. It sure is damn annoying to see well meaning idiots  acting all surprised when other people act in the same way people have always acted as long as there fucking have been people:Teens Pledging Sex Abstinence Often Fail-StudyPHILADELPHIA (Reuters) - U.S. adolescents who pledge not to have sex until they are married have about the same </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107940719225344707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107940719225344707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107940719225344707' title='Don&apos;t you wish there was a section in the newspaper called &quot;Doy&quot;?'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107938634640825411</id><published>2004-03-15T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T13:55:15.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The words "Opportunistic", and "Fucktard" come to mind</title><summary type='text'>Via Pandagon, here's even more proof that when it comes to protecting us, defending us, and essentially keeping us from being blown up by religious fanatics, all the Bushies really care about are photo ops and propaganda:Administration sources tell TIME that employees at the Department of Homeland Security have been asked to keep their eyes open for opportunities to pose the President in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107938634640825411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107938634640825411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107938634640825411' title='The words &quot;Opportunistic&quot;, and &quot;Fucktard&quot; come to mind'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107929410516678215</id><published>2004-03-14T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T11:58:29.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More proof that we live in the most self centered country ever</title><summary type='text'>Full Disclosure: I am, stupidly, quite guilty of not registering my car in California as of yet, which means that I am about 300 bucks behind in taxes that ought to go to the state of California, instead of to the state of Oklahoma (Where my car taxes currently go). Does this make me a hypocrite? Perhaps, since I happen to enthusiastically believe in the duty of all citizens to pay their fair </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107929410516678215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107929410516678215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107929410516678215' title='More proof that we live in the most self centered country ever'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107912411910163566</id><published>2004-03-12T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T16:03:16.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Shit there's a bear! Could you hand me that shotgun buddy also that chair?</title><summary type='text'>I finally got to meet a very good friend for the first time. In the last 36 hours, I have eaten two meals, (Italian, and diner), visited the shrine of a religious nutjob, ridden sweaty subways, and failed utterly to represent the Mario Kart action that I have so richly waited for. I have also slept very little and laughed a lot. It has been super awesome. 2 things about the Special Crossover </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107912411910163566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107912411910163566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107912411910163566' title='Oh Shit there&apos;s a bear! Could you hand me that shotgun buddy also that chair?'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107896719732828708</id><published>2004-03-10T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T17:09:34.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have yet another super power.</title><summary type='text'>I'm going to post an extended piece on my super powers shortly, but that's going to have to wait for few days - I probably won't post again until Friday since I am now in the middle of a very special sweeps week, Crossover Episode of This Space for Rent. More on that when next I post, but let's say for now that it will rule.In the meantime, friends of This Space For Rent are aware that I have 2</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107896719732828708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107896719732828708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107896719732828708' title='I have yet another super power.'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107896145265071332</id><published>2004-03-10T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T15:34:39.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE more more more more more more more more</title><summary type='text'>I"m starting to feel like a lion in the colloseum:Here's the best quote:"[KERRY] George Bush is running on the same old Republican tactics of fear — and they're already getting tired," he said. "It's clear that this president will fight like hell to keep his own job, but he won't lift a finger to help Americans keep theirs."In the words of Tenacious D, Fuuuck Yeaaaaaah!. Bring it bitches. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107896145265071332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107896145265071332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107896145265071332' title='MORE more more more more more more more more'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107889685991116512</id><published>2004-03-09T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T00:07:34.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG, Senator Smith looks soooo dumb in that Prom dress. LOL! WTF???</title><summary type='text'>I used to love text based computer games. Oregon trail, Zork, and the like were totally awesome, but the best one of all took place after Congress changed the law so that 8 year olds could vote, and people as young as 13 could be president. You played as the new, youngest president ever, trying to solve word games and world problems without getting impeached or starting a war. You got to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107889685991116512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107889685991116512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107889685991116512' title='OMFG, Senator Smith looks soooo dumb in that Prom dress. LOL! WTF???'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107878150758717781</id><published>2004-03-08T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T13:43:50.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Official Announcement number 8, or something!</title><summary type='text'>It has occurred to us that while we are certainly worthy to wield the mantle of guiding the People's Democratic Republic of Ross into a greater, glorious golden age of peace, prosperity, and make outs, we are but one humble man - the responsibilities of governing the People's democratic republic of Ross are so great and numerous that we require the assistance of gifted and subservient advisors, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107878150758717781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107878150758717781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107878150758717781' title='Official Announcement number 8, or something!'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107876629512957636</id><published>2004-03-08T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T09:24:39.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations!</title><summary type='text'>Good friend and Grand Vizier of This Space For Rent, K of Alien Fur has just passed an important step in the acquisition of her PhD, and I just want to take this opportunity to say congratulations, and also, that My Milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and damn right, this song is now stuck in your head.But seriously, go to her site and offer congratulations! She deserves them!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107876629512957636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107876629512957636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107876629512957636' title='Congratulations!'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107859093366770526</id><published>2004-03-06T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T11:27:39.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funny, I don't remember getting drunk last night, but for some reason, it's 8 AM on a saturday, I'm as awake as a sober churchmouse in a moustrap on Sunday reading the Left Behind series, and my head is aching with a pounding, dull throb. Errgl.In an attempt to pass the time while my body makes up its mind as to whether or not it's going to let me rest, I'm trying to draw GI Joe characters as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107859093366770526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107859093366770526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107859093366770526' title=''/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107853718275883855</id><published>2004-03-05T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T17:49:39.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Old College Try</title><summary type='text'>Great Jumping Dts! Something tells me I need a different health plan, or at least, I need to go to college in Arizona!:Students prescribed Vicodin for coldsCampus Health says prescriptions routine Katy Hartley, a pre-business sophomore, went to Campus Health Service last year with a sore throat. Hartley expected the Campus Health doctor to give her a strep throat test and possibly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107853718275883855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107853718275883855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107853718275883855' title='That Old College Try'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107853269955503018</id><published>2004-03-05T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T16:27:10.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameless Plug 5, the Dream Child</title><summary type='text'>Ah, Friday Shameless Plug time! Tonight, as always, you can listen to the ever victorious General, the Guardian Deity of the universe of radio shows, Theme party!. We're on the air in LA at FM 104.7, and of course, online. We've been in exceptional form recently, so if you haven't been able to listen, or if you've (Heaven forbid!) forgotten to tune in lately, tonight is the perfect time to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107853269955503018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107853269955503018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107853269955503018' title='Shameless Plug 5, the Dream Child'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107845140290640679</id><published>2004-03-04T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T21:08:39.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 things, one of 2</title><summary type='text'>Now that Kerry's nomination is pretty much a done deal, it's time for us on "The Left" (IE, people with a normal sense of perspective who aren't insane for tax cuts) to start crossing our fingers and hoping that he's learned some very valuable lessons about hitting first, hitting often, and hittting hard, against the inevitable republican attack machine. As has been repeated elsehwere more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107845140290640679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107845140290640679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107845140290640679' title='2 things, one of 2'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107843662266619810</id><published>2004-03-04T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T14:57:51.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy Least Likely To</title><summary type='text'>I'll admit it, I'm one of those guys: In the early 90's, you could find me wearing many a t-shirt and singing many a song indicating my membership in that silly, obsessive and kind of hilarious religious suicide cult known as the Morrisey Fanbase. I still love Morrissey's early solo work, almost more than I love the smiths. Don't worry, I'm far beyond those days, and I can now admit it when he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107843662266619810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107843662266619810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107843662266619810' title='The Boy Least Likely To'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107835904727121365</id><published>2004-03-03T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T16:28:52.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings are funerals? OR It's a cliche, but I wonder if being obsessed with art makes one less happy with people...</title><summary type='text'>When you care about music even a little bit, when you have what any reasonable person might consider "good" taste, there are few occasions with greater negative anticipation than the big budget cheese-fests otherwise known as weddings. For reasons science has yet to explain adequately, almost no one can resist the urge to have as their wedding music, the worst, most despicably shitty music ever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107835904727121365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107835904727121365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107835904727121365' title='Weddings are funerals? OR It&apos;s a cliche, but I wonder if being obsessed with art makes one less happy with people...'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107818202797078750</id><published>2004-03-01T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T15:13:34.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Man's Back Again (And it's about damn time too!)</title><summary type='text'>Just in from NME, it looks like reclusive genius and This Space for Rent Patron Saint Scott Walker has signed a new record deal:The star, who first found fame in the 1960s with The Walker Brothers, has not released an album since 1995’s ‘Tilt’. He is best known for his quartet of 1960s albums, ‘Scott’ through to ’Scott 4’.4AD have also enjoyed a long history, providing home to the US indie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107818202797078750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107818202797078750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107818202797078750' title='The Old Man&apos;s Back Again (And it&apos;s about damn time too!)'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107804871363163179</id><published>2004-02-29T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T02:38:27.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cliche Cops</title><summary type='text'>Tonight, I had for the third time the immense pleasure of seeing the Super Furry Animals, and they were, predictably, quite awesome. They've been horribly underrepresented in my Imperial Mix CDs, a crime I will be working to rectify shortly. Tonight was the last night of their current North American tour, but they visit the US, I mean, the People's Democratic Republic of Ross, really often and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107804871363163179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107804871363163179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107804871363163179' title='The Cliche Cops'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107768538598251655</id><published>2004-02-24T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T21:06:10.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Damn, that's an expensive nutty bust"</title><summary type='text'>That quote is the product of the wit and wisdom of my good friend R.J., regarding the stupidity involved when somone commits rape, particularly if, like Kobe Bryant, they happen to be very famous and very rich. Truer words were never spoken.*Note, no one is saying Kobe definitely did it, just that IF he did it, what a fucking idiot. And of course, fuck rapists. They are worthless pondscum.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107768538598251655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107768538598251655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107768538598251655' title='&quot;Damn, that&apos;s an expensive nutty bust&quot;'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107759946608389993</id><published>2004-02-23T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T21:13:06.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advantage: embarassed silence</title><summary type='text'>You know the interesting thing about perusing personal services frequented by people you're likely to see around town all the time? You occasionally discover things about people you *kinda* know without their discovering anything about you in return. It's like winning a fight with knowledge gained by traveling into the future, bringing a laser back in time with you, and then clobbering your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107759946608389993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107759946608389993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107759946608389993' title='Advantage: embarassed silence'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107759339812375217</id><published>2004-02-23T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T19:41:41.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"If you're not angry, then you aren't paying attention"</title><summary type='text'>New and very awesome blog, Outsourced America. You know of course how much this stuff matters to me. Go, check it out, get angry, and then rememebr what to do in November.(Found this link via Tom Tomorrow)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107759339812375217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107759339812375217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107759339812375217' title='&quot;If you&apos;re not angry, then you aren&apos;t paying attention&quot;'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107752992155047454</id><published>2004-02-23T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T14:20:30.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes the hotstepper (The Lyrical Gangsta)</title><summary type='text'>Here comes the hotstepper (The Lyrical Gangsta) Let me first set the scene - Normally, LA weather resembles something out of an after school special or summer camp movie. It's very warm and annoyingly sunny all day, every day, cooling off just enough at night so that you may, should you wish, wear a very light jacket. You know, in case your cool image needs supporting cast help. This is as good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107752992155047454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107752992155047454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107752992155047454' title='Here comes the hotstepper (The Lyrical Gangsta)'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107733402488646287</id><published>2004-02-20T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T19:31:31.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Ultra-Ross!</title><summary type='text'>All hail my awesome cybernetic might!I'm not completely satisfied, since these cyborg avatars look too much like robotos or androids. In the next week, I'll write more extensively about cyborgs and why they rule, but for now you should go here, and generate your own cyborg name. Let me know what your Mechnickname is!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107733402488646287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107733402488646287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107733402488646287' title='I am Ultra-Ross!'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107731730796006576</id><published>2004-02-20T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T14:51:01.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameless Plug IV, Citizens on Patrol</title><summary type='text'>Oddly enough, I am in fact pulling another shameless plug. In a radical departure from normal procedure, tonight's theme is "The Future". We'll be talking about all the wonderful things in store for us, and about the horrible things in store for us, and best of all, with a little luck our Australian listeners will be happy to let us, the people of today, know what life is like for them, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107731730796006576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107731730796006576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107731730796006576' title='Shameless Plug IV, Citizens on Patrol'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107730778169119943</id><published>2004-02-20T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T13:15:14.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfuckingbelievable</title><summary type='text'>I know I've been really political this week, and I promise that I'll make with the funny again real soon. But Shiva H Vishnu, the chutzpah these assholes have is astounding (You may need to complete the free registration in order to read):In the New Economics: Fast-Food Factories?Is cooking a hamburger patty and inserting the meat, lettuce and ketchup inside a bun a manufacturing job, like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107730778169119943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107730778169119943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107730778169119943' title='Unfuckingbelievable'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107723218581205642</id><published>2004-02-19T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T19:21:00.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Howard is out of the race</title><summary type='text'>As anyone paying attention to the news must surely know by now, Dean is officially out of the race. There's a somewhat bittersweet atmosphere among those of us who've been supporting him for so long, but I want to go on records as feeling rather good about the way things have turned out. I don't think of this end as little work for little gain - Dean now won't win the nomination, but if he's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107723218581205642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107723218581205642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107723218581205642' title='Howard is out of the race'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107713984680749244</id><published>2004-02-18T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T13:32:41.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruuuuush!</title><summary type='text'>People who know me know I am in the grips of a major crush. I've decided to complicate matter further by crushing on two people at once. Rose Smith, consider your kiss to be on my list. Fa reelz.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107713984680749244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107713984680749244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107713984680749244' title='Cruuuuush!'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107707759478339618</id><published>2004-02-17T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T20:43:40.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More unbelievable utterances</title><summary type='text'>Last week, I jokingly suggested that we stop using pleasantries and honoriffics when talking about the people currently Sailing the ship of state onto a sandbar. It only gives them a veneer of respect they don't deserve, and makes the rest of us look like idiots. Instead of such titles as "Advisors", "Experts", and "Officials", we ought to just call them what they are, which is basically, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107707759478339618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107707759478339618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107707759478339618' title='More unbelievable utterances'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107678894684125536</id><published>2004-02-14T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T01:15:49.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, People's Democratic Republic of Rossian Style!</title><summary type='text'>I'm in an exceptionally good mood this morning. As you may or may not know, I've been hosting my radio show, Theme Party for nearly a year - Generally, we've been hilarious together and the show is usually a success. However, around the end of last year, we began to slip a little. Tech problems, a lack of groove, intermittent attendance and the usualy chaos of the last 4th of a year contributed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107678894684125536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107678894684125536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107678894684125536' title='Love, People&apos;s Democratic Republic of Rossian Style!'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107670194156120481</id><published>2004-02-13T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T11:54:12.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Can Make It Here, You Can Make It Anywhere!"</title><summary type='text'>That line is actually belted out, ghetto banger style, in the most awesome Jermaine Dupree song yet, Welcome To Atlanta (Remix!). The chorus, for some reason, also helpfully let's you know that this is a remix by yelling "Ahw Remix!" at every opportunity. I think that footnotes in books and abridged novels should be similarly shouted out by the authors.God Damn, I really just got the best mix </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107670194156120481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107670194156120481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107670194156120481' title='If You Can Make It Here, You Can Make It Anywhere!&quot;'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107669639846282103</id><published>2004-02-13T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T10:32:21.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We will totally 'do' you (Shameless Plug's Theme)</title><summary type='text'>Do you have questions about love? Do you too desire to know the secrets of a successful P.I.M.P.?  Are you concerned that the dead willl become reanimated, and the corpses of your former loved ones will arise to eat the flesh of the living? Have you been feelin' a bit lonely lately? Well don't even trip girl, I'll handle this. We gotchoo covered. All you need to do is bring that cute lil' body of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107669639846282103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107669639846282103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107669639846282103' title='We will totally &apos;do&apos; you (Shameless Plug&apos;s Theme)'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107663859834009542</id><published>2004-02-12T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T18:19:55.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Issue</title><summary type='text'>There is some great New Ostrich Ink action. Even little ol' me managed to slip into this month's issue. Go there. DO it. Do it now. You will love it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107663859834009542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107663859834009542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107663859834009542' title='New Issue'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107662996135035595</id><published>2004-02-12T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T15:54:30.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're almost to V-Day - Gimmie some kissin'</title><summary type='text'>I think it can be proven definitively that whatever people were wearing in your scene, when first you were able to finally date and make out, those outfits and styles will always retain a visceral and pavlonian attraction. No matter how silly or ridiculous the fashion may look to the eyes of posterity, seeing them still reminds one of their earliest dating days. In my case, it's the fashion of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107662996135035595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107662996135035595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107662996135035595' title='We&apos;re almost to V-Day - Gimmie some kissin&apos;'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107661360452926790</id><published>2004-02-12T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T11:25:43.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywood Secrets, Revealed!</title><summary type='text'>Estute and insightful investigative scientist K has revealed the seedy underbelly of La Bella Hollywood. Go there now, and be enlightened.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107661360452926790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107661360452926790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107661360452926790' title='Hollywood Secrets, Revealed!'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107651799972366881</id><published>2004-02-11T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T08:48:27.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moninoche Monquis</title><summary type='text'>This is how The Hollywood Reporter, the official gossip rag of the "industry", grossly and hilariously misspelled my roommate M.'s name on their "Dear Actor, please subscribe to the Hollywood Reporter" junk mail.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107651799972366881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107651799972366881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107651799972366881' title='&lt;H4&gt;Moninoche Monquis&lt;/H4&gt;'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107648680114796471</id><published>2004-02-11T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T08:51:46.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cue the official music - An Official People's Democratic Republic of Ross Announcement</title><summary type='text'>As I grapple with a couple of important milestones in my life (My logan's run crisis age in April, and recently achived uncle status), I'm forced to reflect on the things I've accomplished, and on the things I've not yet achieved.First and formost on my mind, the need for official theme music. Face it, we all know that having an official song by which you're identified is important. Just ask </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107648680114796471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107648680114796471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107648680114796471' title='Cue the official music - An Official People&apos;s Democratic Republic of Ross Announcement'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107645491760188974</id><published>2004-02-10T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T15:33:29.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder if we can outsource Jerks?</title><summary type='text'>Well, so much for hopeful optimism. The republican party is officially the party of class manipulating assholes.Bush report lauds 'outsourcing' jobsWASHINGTON - The movement of American factory jobs and white-collar work to other countries is part of a positive transformation that will enrich the U.S. economy over time, even if it causes short-term pain and dislocation, the Bush </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107645491760188974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107645491760188974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107645491760188974' title='I wonder if we can outsource Jerks?'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107643943750537504</id><published>2004-02-10T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T12:36:03.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strictly for my N.E.R.D.D.Z.</title><summary type='text'>Okay, I finally found hosting for photos (Thanks to ES for the assistance!), and can finally reveal to the world what you've been dying to find out: What, precisely, does Ross' new hair look like?Well first, here's a peek at how I looked until quite recentlyand for the record, I did always look gritty and in black and white.Now ladies and germs, here's the all new, all powerful haircolor, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107643943750537504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107643943750537504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107643943750537504' title='Strictly for my N.E.R.D.D.Z.'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107636883288636532</id><published>2004-02-09T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T15:45:44.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry to start the week off on something so heavy, but the Pathetic state of US Journalism demands it</title><summary type='text'>Let's start Monday with something depressing. Off shoring (as we all know) is the Modern Corporate practice of farming out your labor pool to third world countries, where presumably the rent is dirt cheap and the labor force so unused to such American comforts as "minimum wage" and "worker protections", that you can afford to pay your workers less than the poverty level is here. It's also a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107636883288636532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107636883288636532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107636883288636532' title='Sorry to start the week off on something so heavy, but the Pathetic state of US Journalism demands it'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107629617721882031</id><published>2004-02-08T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T19:52:11.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, Boring Sunday</title><summary type='text'>Whatever our personal, or collective national sins are, we atone for them by enduring the boredom and insufferable ennui of the day of rest. Sunday seems to exist for the sole purpose of making you feel bored, frustrated and slightly regretful, all at the same time. What the hell Sunday? All I want to do is have brunch, watch the simpsons and maybe hit the nintendo without suddenly being siezed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107629617721882031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107629617721882031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107629617721882031' title='Sunday, Boring Sunday'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107611940947532892</id><published>2004-02-06T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T18:08:45.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I, Whore</title><summary type='text'>Yeah yeah, it's another shamelss plug. My weekly radio show is tonight, and if you know what's good for you, you'll listen. As always, click that link, or if you live in LA, turn the dial to 104.7.Tonight's theme is "That weird dream I had the other night", which was supposed to be the theme from last week. It will rock your socks off, or if you're a girl, your pants off.I in particular </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107611940947532892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107611940947532892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107611940947532892' title='I, Whore'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107609196358322142</id><published>2004-02-06T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T12:56:47.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casanova in short pants</title><summary type='text'>As part of a recent conversation, I tried to remember the first name of everyone I've ever kissed. I'd just like to apologize to "girl at that one party with the Madness T-shirt", "Girl whom I later discovered had a boyfriend", "Girl at that Cure concert in Dallas, 1992",  "Girl at the debate tournament from Enid, who bought me a Star Trek Communicator pin for Christmas", "Girl at G.'s party with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107609196358322142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107609196358322142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107609196358322142' title='Casanova in short pants'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107604611316502717</id><published>2004-02-05T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T22:09:36.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This would have been really useful last August.</title><summary type='text'>This isn't the best idea I've heard on the subject, but it comes a close second. Really, really, really hilarious. Thanks to former imperial advisor Earnest Pettie for the link.Naturally, they'd need a Playa registry for yours truly, but y'all know how I roll. Heavy Thuggin' it. Fa Reelz.Of course it's been a while since I've dropped some official state business on the krew, but rest assured </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107604611316502717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107604611316502717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107604611316502717' title='This would have been really useful last August.'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107601500884038462</id><published>2004-02-05T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T13:21:21.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lost City of Atlanta</title><summary type='text'>is a funny episode of Futurama, but isn't really related to the good news coming out of the Peach State.ATLANTA  — Georgia's school superintendent Thursday dropped plans to remove the word "evolution" (search) from the state's high school science curriculum."I will recommend to the teacher teams that the word 'evolution' be put back in the curriculum," Kathy Cox said in a statement. Cox </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107601500884038462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107601500884038462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107601500884038462' title='The Lost City of Atlanta'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107599766839666056</id><published>2004-02-05T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T08:25:43.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like free money, but in reverse!</title><summary type='text'>Hooray! After nearly 2 years of this thing going around the internet, I have finally started recieving the Nigerian E-mail Scam.DEAR FRIEND,I PRAY THIS IMPORTANT MESSAGE MEETS YOU IN PEACE, MAY BLESSINGS OF ALLAH BE UPON YOU AND YOUR FAMILY AND GRANT YOU THE WISDOM TO UNDERSTAND MY SITUATIONS AND HOW MUCH I REALLY NEED YOUR ASSISTANCE.BEFORE I START LET ME TRODUCE MYSELF MY NAME IS MRS. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107599766839666056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107599766839666056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107599766839666056' title='It&apos;s like free money, but in reverse!'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107594606301807791</id><published>2004-02-04T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T20:01:04.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New feature</title><summary type='text'>I just added a FAQ section, over on the right. It should answer many of the questions you've been dying to ask, but have not got around to doing do, due to not really caring. Don't see your question there? Just ask in the comments! As always, I'm here to serve you!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107594606301807791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107594606301807791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107594606301807791' title='New feature'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107593613884966189</id><published>2004-02-04T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T15:13:00.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I shill for my main homie</title><summary type='text'>While bored and googling my friends' names, I discovered that in spite of her lack of a website, occasional examples of my freind Tiffany Schmierer's brilliant work can in fact be found online.Once I'm able to host images on my own, (counting down the time, by the way), I'll post a photo of the Robot she made for me. In the meantime, this is called "Interaction II".Meanwhile, She really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107593613884966189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107593613884966189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107593613884966189' title='I shill for my main homie'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107592024372098853</id><published>2004-02-04T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T14:48:14.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doesn't Dubya look like he's about to treat that mic to something special? Whoo hoo!</title><summary type='text'>I apologize, that's just not very mature. On the other hand, neither is supporting an amendment to the constitution designed to deny the fucking constitutional rights of nearly 8% of the population because you're so hot for the votes of a bunch of superstitious bigots. Or because you are  a superstitious bigot. Whatever.Unfortunately, just because I'm not a superstitious bigot doesn't mean </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107592024372098853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107592024372098853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107592024372098853' title='Doesn&apos;t Dubya look like he&apos;s about to treat that mic to something special? Whoo hoo!'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107586173318171906</id><published>2004-02-03T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T20:08:19.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tooo... Blave"</title><summary type='text'>So anyway, It's definitely time for a crush. Nothing too serious, just someone to daydream over in the car, or while reading Hyperion* at your local Eat Well, while listening to the Association.  Well, the possibility of kissingness would be rad too, though not a requirement at this point, since what we're really after is capturing a little romantic flair in one's life. The girl I crush on will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107586173318171906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107586173318171906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107586173318171906' title='&quot;Tooo... Blave&quot;'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107585506422132994</id><published>2004-02-03T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T16:56:57.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Chichi Gunns!</title><summary type='text'>Stupidly, I left my play list in Leah's car, and now I'm forced to relate it to you here, from memory. Damn you absent minded Ross! Here it is, in no particular order.Under pressureRebel Rebel - openerThe man who sold the worldAll the young dudesloving the alienBe my wifeWhite Light White Heat - (Velvet Underground Cover)Cactus - (Pixies Cover)Fake start on covering song 2 by BlurI'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107585506422132994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107585506422132994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107585506422132994' title='Yo Chichi Gunns!'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107579952794341994</id><published>2004-02-03T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T01:16:34.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waving it in your face, and then laughing.</title><summary type='text'>My Very Good Friend(tm) Leah L, artist, teacher, and all around swell gal used to date a rather reserved but extremely nice Bigshot lawyer type named D.* They inevitably broke up, but Leah later got back in touch with D., hoping to be friends. D., in an ill-concived and unsuccessful attempt at reconciliation, gave to Leah for her birthday 3 tickets to see David Bowie. YOu'd think this was the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107579952794341994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107579952794341994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107579952794341994' title='Waving it in your face, and then laughing.'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107575971332205458</id><published>2004-02-02T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T14:19:29.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiddlesticks!!!</title><summary type='text'>Can we be honest? Swearing is really fun. While it's true you shouldn't just throw them everywhere wily nilly, I definitely don't agree that le profanities are generally unnecessary words, because they exist for specific purposes, like describing pooh and hot action. Also, they are very good at expressing utter disappointment. Hell, there's a part of me that still feels slightly dangerous when I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107575971332205458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107575971332205458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107575971332205458' title='Fiddlesticks!!!'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107574734417993921</id><published>2004-02-02T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T10:44:35.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay! Comments are fixed!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107574734417993921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107574734417993921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107574734417993921' title='Yay! Comments are fixed!'/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107551839747911398</id><published>2004-01-30T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T19:55:02.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Borrowed From A FriendHuge thanks to Greg for linking to me today. He runs one of my favorite political blogs, and I highly reccomend it. It's forced me to post something I've been sitting on for a day or so. Taking a cue from old friend Earnest Pettie, (Who rules but with whom I frequently disagree), I'm going to occasionally post pieces-in-progress for eventual submission. Please feel free </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107551839747911398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107551839747911398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107551839747911398' title=''/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107550137459359498</id><published>2004-01-30T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T14:25:01.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shamelss Plug II, the PluggeningIf you're online tonight at 9 PM PST, you can experience the magic, the wonder, the amazment, the utter unprofessionalism that is me, hosting my weekly radio show.I'll be sans co-hosts tonight, so I think the theme is going to be "That weird dream I had earlier this week". Expect Ween, in abundance.It will rock your pants off. Balee dat.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107550137459359498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107550137459359498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107550137459359498' title=''/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107541932350908727</id><published>2004-01-29T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T15:53:01.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That's why Steve Jobs and K-G are classically trained, to Rock your Frickin' Socks Off!Damn if this isn't some awesome, Schadenfreude enriching news:Pixar dumps Disney  Studio headed by Steve Jobs says it will seek other distributors for its films starting in 2006Pixar, the computer animation pioneer founded by Apple Computer Inc.'s Steve Jobs, said it would begin talks with other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107541932350908727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107541932350908727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107541932350908727' title=''/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107541157682440131</id><published>2004-01-29T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T19:19:58.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Because Science Is Just Too Darn Factual(Edited - title changed after rethinking of original crassness)Could someone please explain to me exactly why people with no interest in or understanding of science, or learning, are allowed to interject their ignorant poison into the educational system of entire regions of this country?Georgia may shun 'evolution' in schools - Revised curriculum plan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107541157682440131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107541157682440131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107541157682440131' title=''/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107526809221518612</id><published>2004-01-27T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T21:39:57.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am not the Ruler of the Queen's NavyIf anyone out there happens to know where I might track down a decent copy of any recording by Baroque pop Band The Merry Go Round, I would be eternally grateful. Their entire catalogue is out of print, and I can't find it anywhere. If you have what it takes to help me, drop some e-mail on me with a quickness. You will be rewarded with my pledge to sing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107526809221518612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107526809221518612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107526809221518612' title=''/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107526252041651121</id><published>2004-01-27T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T20:05:59.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just In Case you wanted to knowIt's Kerry with 39%. Dean's in second place with 26%, Clark and Edwards are virtually tied for 3rd. Does anyone really care that Joe Mama got 4th with 9%? Didn't think so.What's that? You say you want to know what my generic and wholly unoriginal thoughts are? I dont' know, I just... Well, okay. I guess I'll make an exception this one time.I'm still hoping </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107526252041651121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107526252041651121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107526252041651121' title=''/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107524794088377096</id><published>2004-01-27T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T19:17:33.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dammit, I knew I should gotten that black market family tree notarizedHere's some news guaranteed to make some heads a splode.A computer analysis of the skulls of modern humans, Neanderthals, monkeys and apes shows that we are substantially different, physically, from those early humans. New York University paleoanthropologist Katerina Harvati said Neanderthals should be considered a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107524794088377096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107524794088377096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107524794088377096' title=''/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107514571975125182</id><published>2004-01-26T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T12:31:26.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Double-U, E-E Kay, E-N-D, it's Weekend!Once again, the tone of my weekend was set in the first 2 hours of friday evening. For nearly a year, I've hosted (And co-hosted) a radio show. I've had numerous tech updates, a fairly detailed training course, and I've used the darn studio equipment with few exceptions, weekly. This is in addition to the fact that I have my own dj rig and fair </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107514571975125182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107514571975125182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107514571975125182' title=''/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-10749704893840593</id><published>2004-01-24T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T11:42:57.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Popping and Locking with a fresh fly beatI love early hip hop. In My Humble Opinion, the late 70's early 80's rap scene is as exciting as Rock in the South during the early 50s, the original country artists of the 30's, and the Jazz and pop music scene of the 1920s. Like those other eras, the earliest hip hop isn't neccesarily as developed and intricate as it would later become, but it's some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/10749704893840593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/10749704893840593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#10749704893840593' title=''/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107481229760819123</id><published>2004-01-22T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T10:37:06.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Our Ass Kicking PresidentI've never google bombed anyone, not even President Bush. But President Bush hates Murdock! President Bush Saved Hannibal from that machine Gun! President Bush Pities the fool!For more info about President Bush, go here.For more on why I've done this, check out Pandagon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107481229760819123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107481229760819123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107481229760819123' title=''/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107480693396944651</id><published>2004-01-22T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T10:37:36.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Pain I know all to wellOne of America's biggest law enforcement problems is the grey zone separating the line between "Loose Cannon" and dirty cop. One day, you're beating the tar out of a perp, extracting information about Mr Big's next move -  the next, you're taking bribes to ignore the independent legitimate businessmen as they make their weekly deposit down at the docks. I suppose it's a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107480693396944651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107480693396944651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107480693396944651' title=''/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107465367077831624</id><published>2004-01-20T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T10:37:57.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The State of the Union is Word, cause you know...My Fellow Me: As mandated by our young and highly incomplete constitution (More of which will be provided shortly), I have come today to deliver the first of hopefully at least one State of the Union Addresses for the People's Democratic Republic of Ross, or the PDR of Fucking R, in the house.It's been quite a year. As we discovered from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107465367077831624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107465367077831624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107465367077831624' title=''/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107454998681161235</id><published>2004-01-19T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T14:36:56.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Constitutional Article II, Constitutional Article Goes WestThe state of the union is almost upon us. (It's tomorrow, incidentally). As an independent Nation State, and as the Leader of said independent nation state, I've had a look into my own hastily written constitution, and I see I'm also required to deliver a state of the Union for the PDROR. Expect me to render for you, my subjects, what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107454998681161235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107454998681161235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107454998681161235' title=''/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107450398451615023</id><published>2004-01-19T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T11:15:05.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I kind of need to be serious for a momentNormally, I don't like to turn this blog into a forum for my political views, (Except to repeat, utterly, that Dubya is a lying unelectable frat boy). That said, does it seem to you that republicans couldn't give a shit about abortion? They use it as a wedge issue to be sure, and it's a quite effective wedge at that. But honestly, rich people have never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107450398451615023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107450398451615023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107450398451615023' title=''/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107441830225890547</id><published>2004-01-18T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T01:33:05.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday night's Alright (For wallowing in self doubt)It would appear from my behavior tonight that I am officially an old man. I'm young, single, and I live in LA. It's also Saturday night. So when I have a night without any serious commitments and without any reason to worry about anything, what do I do? Do I go to a party? See a band? Hit it raw dog and bail style with a young nasty lady?I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107441830225890547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107441830225890547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107441830225890547' title=''/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107438405380840539</id><published>2004-01-17T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T16:08:13.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Awesome Shizzle in the HizzleIn spite of all evidence to the contrary, life is not just 100% full of crap and non nutritious filler. Occasionally, you drink 8 cups of coffeee and cool things happen.Things that Do Not Suck(tm) include, but are not limited to, the following:1) Candidly talking about porn with a friend whom you only recently met. The discussion being about the lameness of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107438405380840539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107438405380840539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107438405380840539' title=''/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107424103058601561</id><published>2004-01-16T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T15:35:59.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Official State BusinessHear ye, hear ye! Please ready yourself for my first proclamation as an independent Nation-State. Technically, I'm the People's Democratic Republic of Ross. At the moment population one, but being a very sexy republic, I hope eventually to have at least one sassy female citizen. As an independent nation-state, it has occured to me that I need to drop some legal science,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107424103058601561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107424103058601561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107424103058601561' title=''/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107420817704631637</id><published>2004-01-15T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T18:19:09.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Real Men are from Mars, Pussies are from VenusHells yeah. President Bush is all about getting us off this rock and Kicking it old school style on Mars! Unifying us with a blizzomb ass Nizzational Pizzuropose and shit. Muthafuckin USA in the interplanetary hizzouse, biiiyitches! Who do those fairy-ass liberals think they are, demanding that we actually find Osama or WMDs, anyway? Straight playas</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107420817704631637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107420817704631637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107420817704631637' title=''/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107412202912250233</id><published>2004-01-14T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T11:18:41.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two men enter. One man leaves!Which Survivor of the Impending Nuclear Apocalypse Are You?A Rum and Monkey joint.The above link is to a rather amusing online test. Take it, then come back here and read on...When I saw this test, I was rather excited. I love, love, love nuclear war fiction. Sadly, the stupid end of the stupid cold war ended that genre rather decisively. Now we have to endure</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107412202912250233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107412202912250233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107412202912250233' title=''/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107403081268939717</id><published>2004-01-13T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T00:30:56.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FUUUCK YEA-EA-AHSlartibartfast: Check.Arthur Dent: Check.Damn inspired casting if you ask me. Now we just need to get Ford, Zaphod, Trillian, and the Vogon commader cast, and we're off.Personally, I'd like to see Steve Coogan as Ford Prefect. Not only is he perfect, but it would be a welcome change from what I fear they will go for.The Hitchiker's Guide was written originally right after</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107403081268939717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107403081268939717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107403081268939717' title=''/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-107401774274591349</id><published>2004-01-13T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T18:18:51.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The laziest lil' whorehouse in GlendaleNew year's resolution number one: actually freaking post to my blog. Change the name. It's been a really long time since I posted, though since no one reads this I am sure I haven't offended anyone. Still, two months is lame lame lame of me, and I promise (to myself, my only reader) not to neglect anymore. I have other resolutions, naturally.2) This </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107401774274591349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/107401774274591349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107401774274591349' title=''/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-106857136155837291</id><published>2003-11-11T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T09:44:04.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I almost forgot...... We're now nearly a week and a half into the final month of Fall, 2003, and I forgot to tell you that it's Hovember! This is the month in which, one hopes, you get to act like a Ho-nasty hobag, and get mad freaky with the ladies, or the fellas, whatever your personal inclinations may be. If you're in a relationship, be sure to be extra good-to-go for your signif. If, like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/106857136155837291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/106857136155837291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106857136155837291' title=''/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-106849481361758051</id><published>2003-11-10T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T11:55:57.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>!Reggae Sucks!The major problem with discussing music (or any art form, for that matter) is that, aside from questions of historical order, artistic credit, or exact lyrics to a song, it's difficult to actually objectively discuss musical topics that are, I am loathe to admit, largely issues of personal taste. After all, it's perfectly true that what sounds like utter crap to one person might </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/106849481361758051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/106849481361758051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106849481361758051' title=''/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-106822627209522589</id><published>2003-11-07T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T09:31:44.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah, that's right, I'm James T Kirk! Take that, Prime Directive! Need I say more?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/106822627209522589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/106822627209522589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106822627209522589' title=''/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-106503495670312684</id><published>2003-10-01T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T12:02:46.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FOXTOBER IS ALL IN EFFECT Y'ALLFa Reelz! We are now officially in the second month of Fall 2003, the month now known as Foxtober, or if you're a lady, Cocktober. You now have 31 days in which to get your freak on. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/106503495670312684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/106503495670312684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106503495670312684' title=''/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-106435522088761326</id><published>2003-09-23T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T15:16:30.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tuesday, Sextember 23, or "You'd be surprised at how often I hear that..."When I think about democracy, I often realize that there's something missing from the process. You know, that certain spark, that click, that certain somthing that makes the political process so much livelier than it has to be. Now, thanks to Columbia, I know that what's missing is some hot action:P's dildo causes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/106435522088761326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/106435522088761326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106435522088761326' title=''/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-106398985581566463</id><published>2003-09-19T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T17:06:20.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This Time, Bible Literalists Have Gone Too Far I understand the appeal of finding a cheap and reliable way to get into space, but for the life of me, I can't figure out what the hell people are smoking. While this is an extremely cool idea, it seems about as practical as a platinum powered car:SANTA FE, New Mexico -- No matter how you view it, a space elevator is a stretch not only of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/106398985581566463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/106398985581566463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106398985581566463' title=''/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-106398781155245645</id><published>2003-09-19T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T10:00:32.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Avast Mateys, or I'll Keelhaul the lot o' ya!Ahoy Swabbies! Today, in case you live under a rock, be international Talk Like a Pirate Day. Alas me hearties, the official site be completely Farked, so all you will get when you click that link is a page apologizing for the site being down (Though there are links to other pirate pages), and a one way ticket straight down to Davy Jones' Locker.In</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/106398781155245645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/106398781155245645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106398781155245645' title=''/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-106384154342279823</id><published>2003-09-17T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T17:05:34.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Paleontology Kicks ass: The true meaning of Humpday We normally don't get to be so wonderfully amused and informed at the same time. This is the kind of headline you pray for, NAY, the kind that you die to see.LONDON (Reuters) - Scientists have discovered fossils of the world's oldest genitals -- belonging to 400 million-year-old insects -- in ancient rocks in Scotland......snip.....The</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/106384154342279823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/106384154342279823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106384154342279823' title=''/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5756044.post-106372865267776133</id><published>2003-09-16T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T10:56:41.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sporting TuesdayI could go on and on about the problems with American soccer. The game play is poor because all the best US players are in Europe. And why wouldn't they be? In Europe, they're not treated like indentured servants. Here in America, the teams and coaches themselves aren't allowed to bid on players for their own city, instead having their players assigned to them from the larger </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/106372865267776133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756044/posts/default/106372865267776133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeparty.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106372865267776133' title=''/><author><name>Campaign Staff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271403811663875687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
