<?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-5957804</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:29:36.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Other</title><subtitle type='html'>Randomness becoming more philosophical everyday.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-113653017237644163</id><published>2006-01-06T00:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T00:49:32.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel sick</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow(today) I am starting over.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/113653017237644163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=113653017237644163&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/113653017237644163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/113653017237644163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-feel-sick.html' title='I feel sick'/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-113635841993082575</id><published>2006-01-03T23:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T01:06:59.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so deep.</title><summary type='text'>I was racking my brain today (don't worry, it's a decidedly short rack.) trying to remember the last time I felt happy.  And I'm not talking about feeling happiness, but feeling overall happy for some extended period of time.  Thoroughly, out and out contented.  That no matter what happened not just that everything would work out, would in the end be okay, but that the sadness did not matter.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/113635841993082575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=113635841993082575&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/113635841993082575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/113635841993082575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-so-deep.html' title='I&apos;m so deep.'/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-113605811537948503</id><published>2005-12-31T13:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T14:01:07.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventy-six Trombones</title><summary type='text'>I am right now listening to an old mix that I made for someone.  Yes it was for a girl.  I came across it in my CD collection, unlabelled, just sitting there.  Wondering what it was I popped it in my computer and pressed play.  I knew immediately, by the first song, who I had made it for.  Before you start wondering why I have this mix, I often make two copies.  Most often this is not so i can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/113605811537948503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=113605811537948503&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/113605811537948503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/113605811537948503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/12/seventy-six-trombones.html' title='Seventy-six Trombones'/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-113526984396794575</id><published>2005-12-22T10:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T10:44:04.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well my grades are in</title><summary type='text'>I have come to the conclusion that I totally suck.  My grades came in and I got an A- and two B+'s.  That's right, all shit half grades, which I probably deserved.  Why?  Because I do a lot of nothing everyday.  And my schoolwork suffers.  So I am becoming a Monk.  I'm shutting myself in my room for the next year and a half.  Do not try to contact me.  I need to bring it up to a 3.8,  Which means</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/113526984396794575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=113526984396794575&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/113526984396794575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/113526984396794575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/12/well-my-grades-are-in.html' title='Well my grades are in'/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-113380865886955384</id><published>2005-12-05T12:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T12:50:58.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am procrastinating</title><summary type='text'>So I have a ton of work to do.  A ton.  I have to write fifty+ pages in the next 9 days.  Number written so far 0.  That is approximately 5 pages per day for those of you keeping up.  Fifty is the low end by the way.  So I'm postinf here instead to ask myself, why do I procrastinate so much?  well the reason is two fold as far as I can tell.  1st:  I have no desire to write the paper that is due </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/113380865886955384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=113380865886955384&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/113380865886955384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/113380865886955384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-procrastinating.html' title='I am procrastinating'/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-113200234060519362</id><published>2005-11-18T04:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T20:47:10.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Interpretation of Dreams.  WebOpus 1</title><summary type='text'>The way we think of dreams and use the word dream revels in contradiction.  Dreams take on a variety of meaning for us.  The question may be whether there is any truth or just convience in these uses.I. The Dream of the PharohThe dream as prophecy.For those of you perhaps unfamiliar, in the book of Genesis, the Pharoh has a dream.  In the Pharoh's dream, he sees seven fat handsome cows by the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/113200234060519362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=113200234060519362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/113200234060519362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/113200234060519362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/11/interpretation-of-dreams-webopus-1.html' title='The Interpretation of Dreams.  &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;WebOpus 1&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-113054350095102949</id><published>2005-10-28T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T19:55:53.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On why I like pie.</title><summary type='text'>I really really like  pie.  Many of you have no doubt heard me utter my almost ubiquitous "hmmm pie." at the mere mention of the word, or something that sounds like the word, or drunk, whatnot.  But there is more to pie than that.  For me, pie is a transcendental act.  Its enjoyment, its consumption more than just the satisfaction of the craving (a craving is momentary; pie, is anything but for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/113054350095102949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=113054350095102949&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/113054350095102949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/113054350095102949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/10/on-why-i-like-pie.html' title='On why I like pie.'/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-113001849472996760</id><published>2005-10-22T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T17:03:47.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Of trifles and such</title><summary type='text'>Many days I feel of little importance.  I know this probably shocks many of you due especially to my almost constant braggadacio and whatnot, but I still cannot shake the feeling that I mean almost nothing.  I told someone recently (I can't remember who, if it was you, sorry) that the real thing I have going for me in life is potential.  In fact, this does nothing to set me apart from anyone else</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/113001849472996760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=113001849472996760&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/113001849472996760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/113001849472996760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/10/of-trifles-and-such.html' title='Of trifles and such'/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-112883102363600104</id><published>2005-10-08T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T02:18:08.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So I lied to Sam.</title><summary type='text'>I told sam a number of weeks ago that  I would update that week.  It was a lie.  I meant it when I said it, but the actual fruition of truth never really germenated from the intent of the seed planted.  So here I am, some passage of time later, posting out of procrastination, more than the desire to belatedly nuture life from said dormant and slighted seed.  I am supposed to be reading GWF </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/112883102363600104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=112883102363600104&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/112883102363600104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/112883102363600104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-i-lied-to-sam.html' title='So I lied to Sam.'/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-112728074351636401</id><published>2005-09-20T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T01:10:25.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cereal Killerz</title><summary type='text'>I've been reading a lot about serial killers in the past few days.  Yes Serial Killers.  I think it started with a fascination with the Sufjan Steven's song John Wayne Gacy Jr..  It is one of the most beautiful pieces of music ever written.  So careful not to step on toes with sympathy for any party involved (either "bad" or "good") but instead it holds a sadness aimed at the whole series of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/112728074351636401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=112728074351636401&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/112728074351636401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/112728074351636401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/09/cereal-killerz.html' title='Cereal Killerz'/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-112691093680422391</id><published>2005-09-16T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T17:48:57.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><summary type='text'>I went to this next hot dog stand on a whim.  It didn't go particularly well.Moe's Maxwell Street PolishBryn Mawr and N. BroadwayChicago, IL   Atmosphere:  Moe's is a walk up establishment.  It does not as far as I can tell have anywhere to sit.  This would be a fine idea if, say, it were near a large bar district, which it is not, or if there were a lot of people who walked by that area, which I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/112691093680422391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=112691093680422391&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/112691093680422391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/112691093680422391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/09/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-112658672368244344</id><published>2005-09-12T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T00:35:45.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have returned.</title><summary type='text'>I know, I know its been a while since I wrote but I have several updates.  I've been to four more hot dog stands in my quest for the perfect chicago dog.  (Which I am beginning to feel does not exist.)  And I make no promise to get all the reviews up today, I will indeed get at least one or two.  We shall see.AJ'S GRILL6141 N BROADWAY STCHICAGO, IL 60660   Warning: hot dog number two was consumed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/112658672368244344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=112658672368244344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/112658672368244344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/112658672368244344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-have-returned.html' title='I have returned.'/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-112501313191457652</id><published>2005-08-25T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T18:38:51.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie you know I love you.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/112501313191457652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=112501313191457652&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/112501313191457652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/112501313191457652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/08/katie-you-know-i-love-you.html' title='Katie you know I love you.'/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-112430351471684227</id><published>2005-08-17T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T15:54:24.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the great hot dog hunt begin!</title><summary type='text'>Everybody has their journeys in life. Mine is one wrought with adversity and triumph, love and heartbreak. I have decided to dedicate much of this page for the next few months (read: until I'm finished) to the greatest of chicago pastimes (well behind drinking and maybe deepdish): the chicago dog. My plan is to hit every hot dog stand within a few blocks of the Redline starting on the northside, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/112430351471684227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=112430351471684227&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/112430351471684227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/112430351471684227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/08/let-great-hot-dog-hunt-begin.html' title='Let the great hot dog hunt begin!'/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-112176255583566283</id><published>2005-07-19T03:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T03:54:48.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I cannot believe I haven't updated since I've been in Chicago.  Oh well.  I'm just reading Nick's blog and suddenly the angsty feeling I was going to write about has somewhat left me.  It's after three in the morning.  I'm up for no good reason.  I did nothing today.  but I have kick-ass friends who sometimes inadvertantly remind me that is a lot of good stuff in the world.  Like the Inotnation </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/112176255583566283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=112176255583566283&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/112176255583566283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/112176255583566283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-cannot-believe-i-havent-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-112061696685800531</id><published>2005-07-05T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T21:29:26.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of the things reasons I came back to Cincinnati this past week was because I had to clean out my closet (literally, to go with the figurative one I've been trying to do for the past three or four months.)  I found all these nice little things from my friends from over the years, many from a long time ago.  People seemed to remember me as having rough exterior, but an easily found downy soft </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/112061696685800531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=112061696685800531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/112061696685800531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/112061696685800531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-of-things-reasons-i-came-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-112014964655195151</id><published>2005-06-30T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T11:40:46.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We Will Never ForgetI was the 911th person to look at this site so I believe today will live in infamy all across the world.  I'm in cincy which so far has not been bad, but I still have a week to go.  And I'm taking the bus back.  The only other time I've ever taken a Greyhound was with Philip during the Cincy RIOTS, yes riots.  My dad picked us up in Indy cause you couldn't get downtown due to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/112014964655195151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=112014964655195151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/112014964655195151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/112014964655195151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/06/we-will-never-forget-i-was-911th.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-111847947501335469</id><published>2005-06-11T03:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T03:44:35.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>roo drunk to respond.  (i.e. a good day.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/111847947501335469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=111847947501335469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111847947501335469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111847947501335469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/06/roo-drunk-to-respond.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-111829285054855499</id><published>2005-06-08T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T23:54:10.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah nostalgia...I went to see a movie "Fear and Trembling" all by myself.  I liked it.  it was a little slow, and a bit unispired at times, but overall it was good film and interesting story.  The strange thing was I walked out of the theatre (that how we spell it in Texas) to my car and for the first time felt a sense ofendearment to the city, coupled with a sense of loss.  Not an unhappy loss </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/111829285054855499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=111829285054855499&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111829285054855499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111829285054855499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/06/ah-nostalgia.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-111774495386133916</id><published>2005-06-02T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T15:42:33.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NOTHING important ever happens to me.I am as usual incredibly bored.  i have been out of shool for 6 days now.  Thats it, six days.  i am already bored out of my mind.  I read, i play video games, I watch TV.  That's prety much it.  Could i be any more boring?  I see nothing interesting.  I meet no one interesting.  i am a waste of space.  I am seriously going out of my mind trying to find </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/111774495386133916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=111774495386133916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111774495386133916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111774495386133916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/06/nothing-important-ever-happens-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-111688572505432388</id><published>2005-05-23T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T18:40:15.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CATBUS, and other meanderings...So I guess I'll start out with what You're all wondering which is what the fuck is CATBUS.  CATBUS could be any number of things.  But the CATBUS I'm talking about is a circa 1999 Rav4 (no space before the four)that has vanity plates.  They say "CATBUS." I guess "Homely Middle Aged Woman with No Life or Friends"  Wouldn't fit on the plates (Things after all are not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/111688572505432388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=111688572505432388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111688572505432388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111688572505432388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/05/catbus-and-other-meanderings.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-111590320843925370</id><published>2005-05-12T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T08:06:55.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What I want to know is why am I subbing today?  Now normally this would not be a quesion that I would ask.  We sub each others classes, and we get paid more for it.  Fine, but the point I'm making here is, why am I subbing today when the Seniors are gone and there are teachers who teach only Seniors.  That means they are not teaching.  At all.  They have the day off.  I teach two senior classes, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/111590320843925370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=111590320843925370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111590320843925370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111590320843925370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-i-want-to-know-is-why-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-111560834708831868</id><published>2005-05-08T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T22:12:27.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm getting soft.  I blame you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/111560834708831868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=111560834708831868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111560834708831868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111560834708831868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-getting-soft.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-111478966505000608</id><published>2005-04-29T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T10:47:45.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God I lover Chicago.  Everyone here is used to this thing called waiting. People in Dallas do not know what this is.  I walked off the plane and it was cold here.  it is fuckin hot in Texas right now.  I'm serious, I have a sunburn.  Its amazing the climate change a thousand miles can make.  Anyway, I'm going to go have fun in my favorite place now.  I'm incredibly excited to re-relocate.  Dallas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/111478966505000608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=111478966505000608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111478966505000608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111478966505000608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/04/god-i-lover-chicago.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-111395751843362189</id><published>2005-04-19T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T19:38:38.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm leaving the Church.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/111395751843362189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=111395751843362189&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111395751843362189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111395751843362189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-leaving-church.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-111388050778277413</id><published>2005-04-18T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T19:36:39.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Check this out.  Vagina or Virgin?  You decide</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/111388050778277413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=111388050778277413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111388050778277413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111388050778277413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/04/check-this-out.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-111386585539433219</id><published>2005-04-18T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T18:15:41.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Draw a Pig.Send me the link.  You can post it to me as a coment.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/111386585539433219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=111386585539433219&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111386585539433219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111386585539433219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/04/draw-pig.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-111377787725807020</id><published>2005-04-17T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T17:44:37.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The truth is i feel I have tons to do, none of it is important and on top of that my room is a mess.  I can't clean it because our washer is fucked up.  I don't understand why.  Something about a drain and the people upstairs the ominous, unamed, creak clap of footsteps while I'm watching Tv.  But those two things are related! the cleanliness and washer cause when I clean my room, I must </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/111377787725807020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=111377787725807020&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111377787725807020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111377787725807020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/04/truth-is-i-feel-i-have-tons-to-do-none.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-111367697076672301</id><published>2005-04-16T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T13:42:50.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This was the away message I put up last night:  ABYEONE WHO CALWS/ I'LL VCAL TOMORROW.  i WAX W TOO DRUNK TO CALLL TOBIGJHT.. SORRY.Unbelievable.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/111367697076672301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=111367697076672301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111367697076672301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111367697076672301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-was-away-message-i-put-up-last.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-111359215077229673</id><published>2005-04-15T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T14:09:17.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today on my birthday:Gunmen Brian Nichols was arraigned in the same courthouse he attacked.A wholpin was announced as newly born.The conclave chimney was erected.Monaco had Prince Ranier's funereal.Oregon went back to the stone age with most of the rest of the US.Fucked up day.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/111359215077229673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=111359215077229673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111359215077229673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111359215077229673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/04/today-on-my-birthday-gunmen-brian.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-111318479714141821</id><published>2005-04-10T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T20:59:57.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I officially hate taxes.  No that's not completely true.  What I hate is not having enuogh taken out of my check.  If they would have takn out $200 more over the course of 12 months.  i would not have to pay anything.  Instead I must pay it all at once.  fucking bullshit.i feel like a rich person but in a bad way.  the way that is poor.  Ah fuck it.  I'm ready to quit life for a bit and find my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/111318479714141821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=111318479714141821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111318479714141821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111318479714141821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-officially-hate-taxes.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-111291463976578177</id><published>2005-04-07T17:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T14:03:03.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i got into grad school at Loyola.  The prospect of going back isn't too bad.  It could be worse.  i could be not going to school at all. What I'm looking at is doing something to distinguish myself while I'm there so then when I get my Doctorate, I can go wherever I want to.  Plus it'll cost less(you have to pay for a masters in Philosophy,  cause you won't be able to pay them back thats how they</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/111291463976578177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=111291463976578177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111291463976578177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111291463976578177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-got-into-grad-school-at-loyola_07.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-111242164897086239</id><published>2005-04-01T23:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T00:00:48.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am high and drunk.  I always seem to wite these then.  I don't think ahnyone understands any of them  I'm fucked all the time/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/111242164897086239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=111242164897086239&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111242164897086239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111242164897086239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-high-and-drunk.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-111233088027249651</id><published>2005-03-31T22:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T22:48:00.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My favorite post is from feb 17th.  i do not remember writing or linking almost all of this post and of course its brilliant.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/111233088027249651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=111233088027249651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111233088027249651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111233088027249651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-favorite-post-is-from-feb-17th.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-111233080702000901</id><published>2005-03-31T22:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T22:46:47.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My favorite post is from Feb. 17th.  I do not remember writing or linking almost all of this post and of course its brilliant.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/111233080702000901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=111233080702000901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111233080702000901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111233080702000901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-favorite-post-is-from-feb.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-111224573414780908</id><published>2005-03-30T22:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T23:08:54.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm feeling creative tonight.  This would be good, but you see I need to go to bed.  It was hard getting up this morning and i got six hours of sleep.I feel somehow generally lacking lately.  I lack desire.  To do much of anything.  and yet I feel nagging sense of longing as well.  I know those are in complete contradiction, but contradiction merely reflects the infinite, which creates and fills </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/111224573414780908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=111224573414780908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111224573414780908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111224573414780908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-feeling-creative-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-111112539958866727</id><published>2005-03-17T23:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T23:56:39.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1, I am drunk.2. It is st patrick's day3.  I am watching zoolander.  4.  It is before midnight.Guess whether or not i'm happy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/111112539958866727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=111112539958866727&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111112539958866727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111112539958866727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/03/1-i-am-drunk.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-111077558855755468</id><published>2005-03-13T22:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T22:48:18.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are probably A waste of space if:1. You do not use your turn signal2. Think Ann Coulter or Sean Hannity are smart.3.  If you think George W. Bush is a good president.4. If you think Condoleeza Rice should run for President.5. if you are republican6. if you are a democrat.7.  If you disagree with me.there are many other reasons but i need to go to bed.  I'll offend my friends more later.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/111077558855755468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=111077558855755468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111077558855755468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111077558855755468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-are-probably-waste-of-space-if-1.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-111025037319192618</id><published>2005-03-07T20:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T20:52:53.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate Fucking grading.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/111025037319192618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=111025037319192618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111025037319192618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111025037319192618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-hate-fucking-grading.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-111010753697938770</id><published>2005-03-06T05:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T05:12:16.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am totally ,messed up.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/111010753697938770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=111010753697938770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111010753697938770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111010753697938770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-am-totally-messed-up_111010753697938770.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-111010748719268536</id><published>2005-03-06T05:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T20:49:44.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am totAlly messed up.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/111010748719268536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=111010748719268536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111010748719268536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111010748719268536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-am-totally-messed-up_06.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-111010744772737100</id><published>2005-03-06T05:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T05:10:47.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am totally messed up.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/111010744772737100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=111010744772737100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111010744772737100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/111010744772737100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-am-totally-messed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-110981938483622896</id><published>2005-03-02T21:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T21:10:30.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I sent in my application to Ignatius Prep in chicago this afternoon.  It's quite exciting to have more than one chance to get out of this god forsaken place.  So wish me luck in all pursuits maybe if you're equally as lucky I'll be doing what you want me to do which is of course spending time with you and being  great.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/110981938483622896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=110981938483622896&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110981938483622896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110981938483622896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-sent-in-my-application-to-ignatius.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-110961959891258317</id><published>2005-02-28T13:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T13:39:58.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A long awaited update and not as expected about how I pissed off people at school.  Instead it is about the Lebanese government resigning.  If you have not already heard check outCNN or whatever news source you go to.  The Lebanese Prime Minister refused to be a stumbling block towards peace.  For those who don't know a former Prime Minister Rafik Hariri was killed in a huge car bomb which many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/110961959891258317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=110961959891258317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110961959891258317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110961959891258317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/02/long-awaited-update-and-not-as.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-110870529560109732</id><published>2005-02-17T23:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T23:44:13.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there are very few pleasure left to me in life,  but one of them must be driving drunk and smoking a cigarette.  the quiet of the city at night.  Its much easier to drive when there's no one on the road.  I think we're onna be watching movies in class tomorrow cause i'll be hung over.  i can hold my booze though.  i wish had more time cause tjis would be longer and better.  later everybody.  just</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/110870529560109732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=110870529560109732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110870529560109732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110870529560109732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/02/there-are-very-few-pleasure-left-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-110835570480961655</id><published>2005-02-13T22:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T22:35:04.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to: The unauthourized biography of Rakim by Nas.Hell yeah.  Nas is dope.  so someone I don't know called me twice within a minute of each other.  Fuck that.  will called me last night at two.  I was passed out, (Why?  I don't know.  smoke, drink and Big Lebowski will do that do you.  And yes I was alone.  cry for me.)  So not much to ay just wanted to get that out there.  I'm still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/110835570480961655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=110835570480961655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110835570480961655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110835570480961655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/02/listening-to-unauthourized-biography.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-110797203974466911</id><published>2005-02-09T11:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T22:36:07.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lynne Cheney just likened the objections of Christian Right Congressmen to Bush's S.S. Plan to the objections of democrats on Fresh Air on NPR.  Let me give you a run down.  The Christian Right has said they won't support the SS plan unless Bush supports and advocates a constitutional ammendment to ban same-sex marriage.  Democrats object because they don't believe private accounts will solve the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/110797203974466911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=110797203974466911&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110797203974466911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110797203974466911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/02/lynne-cheney-just-likened-objections.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-110758931774963647</id><published>2005-02-05T01:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T01:41:57.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Diary,No No No I'm just kidding.  Tonight I got a call from Katie Fritzgerald and Nicholas Zeigler (whose name i probably mispelled.)  But anyway.  I was not very entertaining. Sorry guys.  I'm bitter hollow wreck and a shell of my former self.I have a lot an by a lot I mean a lot of pent up anxiety right now.  I want to hear from New school whether I got in or not.  And DePaul.  shit I'm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/110758931774963647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=110758931774963647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110758931774963647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110758931774963647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/02/dear-diary-no-no-no-im-just-kidding.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-110731206385626514</id><published>2005-02-01T20:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T20:42:59.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Someone is banging on the door next door.  Its on the opposite side of the house from my window.  THEY ARE NOT FUCKING HOME! or they don't want to let you in.  Either way you need to stop banging.My students were all excited that it was going to snow tonight on the forecast. i told them we wouldn't be off school.  Anyway the rain is is winning right now.  Rain: 1   Snow: 0So anyway, they(the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/110731206385626514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=110731206385626514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110731206385626514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110731206385626514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/02/someone-is-banging-on-door-next-door.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-110723270450388317</id><published>2005-01-31T21:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T22:40:48.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I just sent out two more grad school applications.  This has cost me, i figure around 400 dollars so far.  I should have just gotten a girlfriend it'd be cheaper. (Check out that photo.  I can hear the comment about my being an asshole already...)  Hey, you gotta have goals, I guess.  Recently I've been listening to a lot of Rilo Kiley.  A lot.  My mind seems to work in very small packets of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/110723270450388317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=110723270450388317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110723270450388317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110723270450388317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-i-just-sent-out-two-more-grad.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-110688366646838254</id><published>2005-01-27T21:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T21:41:06.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am worth $2,020,680.00 on HumanForSale.comI have officially been validated.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/110688366646838254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=110688366646838254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110688366646838254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110688366646838254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-am-worth-2020680.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-110668234747649208</id><published>2005-01-25T13:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T21:03:30.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So evidently Bill O'Rielly is a lair.  Not that this is new information but It's nice to have it reassured every so often.  By the way the stuff on the site about Sean Hannity is good too.   I'm at work listening to NPR which is doing its membership drive.  I'm always conflicted because I'm not a member.  But I personally think Bush should pay for it.  Anyway they use guilt tactics to get you to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/110668234747649208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=110668234747649208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110668234747649208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110668234747649208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-evidently-bill-orielly-is-lair.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-110652597790934556</id><published>2005-01-23T18:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T18:23:56.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man I really cannot spell worth a good goddamn.  I recently found out that my best friend started his own blog.  Damn I wish i'd have thought of that name.  I know I could just ask him, but i wonder if he's still dating that chick.  Anyway I played Basketball for the JBA.  i really like playing and I played well today unlike last week when I was hung over.  Right now i'm completetly out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/110652597790934556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=110652597790934556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110652597790934556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110652597790934556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/01/man-i-really-cannot-spell-worth-good.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-110614364587506689</id><published>2005-01-19T08:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T08:07:25.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Condoleeza Rice.  Is she supposed to represent Amerca's interests, or Bush's.  She doesn't seem to have any idea that there is a difference which is riduculous.  Also she loves the word "Demure."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/110614364587506689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=110614364587506689&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110614364587506689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110614364587506689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/01/condoleeza-rice.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-110606922258276504</id><published>2005-01-18T11:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T08:09:09.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm incredibily pissed about the "oil for food" "scandal" in the UN.  if you don't know what I'm talking about then type the keyword into google and check out a variety of sites.  Anyway the right wing has really latched onto this story, guess why?  Why because it demonizes the UN.  And the UN is evil because it didn't support the Iraqi invasion.  Its vary existence must be undermined in order to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/110606922258276504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=110606922258276504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110606922258276504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110606922258276504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-incredibily-pissed-about-oil-for.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-110505576677007145</id><published>2005-01-06T17:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T17:56:06.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Homicidal Rampage! by crash_and_burnYour name:Weapon of Choice:BazookaYour Favorite Target:NunsYour Kill Count:355,149,456Your Battle Cry:"Allow me to molest your face with this rod!"Years You Spend in Jail:37How Much Money In Damages You Cause:$226,594,240,778,035Your Homocidal Insanity Level:: 46%Quiz created with MemeGen!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/110505576677007145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=110505576677007145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110505576677007145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110505576677007145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2005/01/your-homicidal-rampage-by.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-110419399446027716</id><published>2004-12-27T18:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T18:33:14.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I'm going to stop coming home for more than like two days.  I've gotten very used to running my life on my own and my family thinks that is somehow means i don't care about them.  I do I just don't need dinner made for me or need to be checked up on.  I want to have unshared space where you do not go unless invited or preceeded by of all things a knock.  I know I'm too old to bitch about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/110419399446027716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=110419399446027716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110419399446027716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110419399446027716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-think-im-going-to-stop-coming-home.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-110410425755597983</id><published>2004-12-26T17:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T17:37:37.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm in Cincinnati.  I'm bored.  I wish i could drive while i'm here but my parents won't let me drive any of their cars.  Its kind of ridiculous but whatever.  As if this city weren't boring enough i can't go anywhere.  I'm giong to start writing short works of fiction to pass the time.  So my grad school applications are coming due soon.  I'm kind of anxious that my profs won't get me their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/110410425755597983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=110410425755597983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110410425755597983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110410425755597983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-in-cincinnati.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-110290821458323315</id><published>2004-12-12T21:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T21:26:02.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are the Reformer1 You're a responsible person - with a clear sense of right and wrong.High standards are important to you, and you do everything to meet them.You are your own worst critic, feeling ashamed if you're not perfect.You have the highest integrity, and people expect you to be fair.What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/numberquiz.html"&gt;What number are you?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/110290821458323315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=110290821458323315&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110290821458323315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110290821458323315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2004/12/you-are-reformer1-youre-responsible.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-110150438151025602</id><published>2004-11-26T15:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T15:28:23.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm in Cincy. there's a party at JR's tonight that should be fun. Its good to see everyone. I've been slowly but surely grading papers too. How much fun to grade papers on the holiday. AH I also saw mean girls for the first time...not bad...let's see. I've been sick and working too much. I want a camcorder. Yet another person suggested I be followed around by a camera cause I'm just that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/110150438151025602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=110150438151025602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110150438151025602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/110150438151025602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-in-cincy.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-109978783618139318</id><published>2004-11-06T18:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T18:37:16.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel like I'm not learning enough.  I must read.  everything.  I need to stop sleeping so I can do more stuff.  Thats a good plan.  actualy i need to quit my job so I can do more stuff.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/109978783618139318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=109978783618139318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/109978783618139318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/109978783618139318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-feel-like-im-not-learning-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-109951259562789695</id><published>2004-11-03T13:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T14:09:55.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kerry just gave his concessions speech.  It contained the normal "don't give up, I'm proud of you crap" It should have said, "Bush is a fool.  He is clown who should dance for us instead of being president."People cited "moral values" as one of the major reasons for voting this election.  Moral Values?  what the fuck does that mean?  Well Neil, it evidently means:1. invading countries and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/109951259562789695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=109951259562789695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/109951259562789695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/109951259562789695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2004/11/kerry-just-gave-his-concessions-speech.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-109927534422513695</id><published>2004-10-31T20:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T20:17:53.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we had a party last night for halloween even though today is really halloween. some of us have to work dammit. Anyway there was this girl who came and brought, i shit you not, a helium tank. Yes, a helium tank. you read right. Why? one might ask. The answer: I have no fucking clue except maybe so that she could sing "Ew Ee Ew ah ah, ting tang, walla walla bing bang" because thats what she did. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/109927534422513695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=109927534422513695&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/109927534422513695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/109927534422513695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2004/10/we-had-party-last-night-for-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-109867369269494147</id><published>2004-10-24T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T22:08:12.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going to bed soon.  Lately I've been doing stuff for grad school.  and working.  a lot.  its wearing on me.  two more weeks and i'll be much less busy.  then  I can focus.  Shit three more.  I need sleep.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/109867369269494147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=109867369269494147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/109867369269494147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/109867369269494147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-going-to-bed-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-109718853191179764</id><published>2004-10-07T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T17:35:31.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pictures i suppose that's new.  i haven't written in this in a long while (whoa deja vu?).  Here goes.  Today I flipped out a bunch of high school kids (I'm a teacher, i know, I'm just as appalled as you are) by telling them Jesus might not have existed and if he didn't, it was kind of a moot point now anyway.  They refused to believe me.  I have to be careful about stuff like that or I guess I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/109718853191179764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=109718853191179764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/109718853191179764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/109718853191179764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2004/10/pictures-i-suppose-thats-new.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-107637587375978418</id><published>2004-02-09T19:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T19:33:03.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So its been a little while since I wrote in this thing.  It was supposed to be a collection of random ass things I had to say and highly pretentiously psuedo-intellectual.  But instead it has turned out to be boring and evil.  I might actually spend some time working on it soon but my real job does not allow me to do so very often plus other considerations...Anyway.  So I've gotten this feeling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/107637587375978418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=107637587375978418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/107637587375978418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/107637587375978418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2004/02/so-its-been-little-while-since-i-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-107196778977391233</id><published>2003-12-20T18:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T18:50:04.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am talking to my friend PJ.  PJ rules.  So does Will.  I'm writing a story of Will's life for will-o-rama.com look for it in the next week.  Hve fun more updates I hope.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/107196778977391233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=107196778977391233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/107196778977391233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/107196778977391233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-am-talking-to-my-friend-pj.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-106886555353712491</id><published>2003-11-14T21:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T21:05:59.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/106886555353712491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=106886555353712491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/106886555353712491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/106886555353712491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2003/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-106886549227276949</id><published>2003-11-14T21:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T21:07:21.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So.  I'm watching shitty TV pondering reading and listening to the new CD's I bought today.  I know I know i'm not supposed to be buying any but i couldn't resist i'm weak.  I'm too tired to be psuedo-intellectual when I get home a write these so most are just random blurbs of thoughts i think are outlandish or funny.  its depressing i expected better of myself.  But hey AT LEAST i'M FUNNY (DON'T</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/106886549227276949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=106886549227276949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/106886549227276949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/106886549227276949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2003/11/so.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-106878012199386130</id><published>2003-11-13T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T21:22:07.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Britney Spears is fucking crying on TV.  Don't act like shit wasn't planned bitch.  "Oh My god its so sad.  I'm so emabarassed i know you won't turn them off even if this wasn't planned, but can you turn off the camera? Boo fucking hoo."  Dammit.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/106878012199386130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=106878012199386130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/106878012199386130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/106878012199386130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2003/11/britney-spears-is-fucking-crying-on-tv.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-10686978359240802</id><published>2003-11-12T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T22:32:04.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Go to craigs list dallas thats where I live now, dallas.  Before you ask yes dallas blows but i got a good job.  Go figure.  Read Zizek he rules.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/10686978359240802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=10686978359240802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/10686978359240802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/10686978359240802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2003/11/go-to-craigs-list-dallas-thats-where-i.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-106809784173527350</id><published>2003-11-05T23:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T23:50:45.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why is my nickname invisible hand.  in case you haven't guessed I'm not a capitalist (though i play one on TV)  i guess its an attempt at reclaiming like "bitch" or "queer"  or something, except it was never mine to begin with.  plus i don't have a song or a cool rhyming slogan...yet</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/106809784173527350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=106809784173527350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/106809784173527350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/106809784173527350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2003/11/why-is-my-nickname-invisible-hand.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-106791156072225535</id><published>2003-11-03T20:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T20:06:03.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Americans simply put when given the choice choose "stay the same" over "change" any day.  their stalwart reluctance to anything that resembles the expansion of their sphere of reality is remarkable, so remarkable in fact that an incredibly disproportionate number seem to choose only the sphere of themselves as any real concern and in fact only expand that sphere superficially.  for instance </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/106791156072225535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=106791156072225535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/106791156072225535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/106791156072225535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2003/11/americans-simply-put-when-given-choice.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-106791010942344829</id><published>2003-11-03T19:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T19:41:52.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PPs jessica simpson is from somewhere around dallas.  she came to visit and sang at her old high school (i forget which one)  fuckin figures.  boy she is dumb</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/106791010942344829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=106791010942344829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/106791010942344829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/106791010942344829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2003/11/pps-jessica-simpson-is-from-somewhere.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-106790999918781526</id><published>2003-11-03T19:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T19:40:01.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I cannot sleep.  I am out of synch with the entire world.  I don't get to sleep until midnight then I have to get up and teach.  It blows.  i'm tired.  I think i need to start exercising or something.  I am living in a cruel and hopeless world.  anyway, my anxiety aside.  I just realized my first post is a logical impossibility.  two movies cannot be the best movie ever.  Oh well.  I saw one of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/106790999918781526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=106790999918781526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/106790999918781526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/106790999918781526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-cannot-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-106748816521159469</id><published>2003-10-29T22:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T22:36:09.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know you're starting to stop caring when you quit checking your mail insessantly.  Well there are signs before that but they are inevitably overlooked for this one.  why?  Who knows. I don't.  don't come to me for advice, folks.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/106748816521159469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=106748816521159469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/106748816521159469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/106748816521159469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2003/10/you-know-youre-starting-to-stop-caring.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-106747864029509424</id><published>2003-10-29T19:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T19:50:39.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Speaking of Aaron Carter he's on cribs saying he owns all this shit there is no way he owns.  He couldnot possibly have the cash.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/106747864029509424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=106747864029509424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/106747864029509424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/106747864029509424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2003/10/speaking-of-aaron-carter-hes-on-cribs.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-106731209782755467</id><published>2003-10-27T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T21:34:58.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know what's bullshit?  Bullshit is Aaron fucking Carter wearing a Tupac shirt.  Anyway, I have the energy of a bear that has the energy of two bears.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/106731209782755467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=106731209782755467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/106731209782755467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/106731209782755467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2003/10/you-know-whats-bullshit-bullshit-is.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-106729845071282699</id><published>2003-10-27T17:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T17:47:31.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lets see.  I went to chicago and i had a great fuckin time.  Shock tarts baby shock tarts.  the funniest thing is that one of my students today mentioned that he was wired because he had some shock tarts at lunch.  that was funny.  everwood is on tonight.  i think it'll be a good one.  Michael j fox is a god.  teen wolf.  scott ian or ian scott or whatever from anthrax has no sense of humour.  PS</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/106729845071282699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=106729845071282699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/106729845071282699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/106729845071282699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2003/10/lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-106670156578639758</id><published>2003-10-20T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T20:59:25.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I wish I didn't know any better</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/106670156578639758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=106670156578639758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/106670156578639758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/106670156578639758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2003/10/sometimes-i-wish-i-didnt-know-any.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-106669402392298811</id><published>2003-10-20T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T18:53:43.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate you Jessica Simpson.  You are incredibly stupid.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/106669402392298811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=106669402392298811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/106669402392298811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/106669402392298811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-hate-you-jessica-simpson.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-106662771536953069</id><published>2003-10-20T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T00:30:43.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Real world/ Road rules challenge is the archetype for our culture.  Run the Gauntlet!  Who's gonna win!?  Where are my pants!?  Where friends become lovers and lovers friends through the magic of editing.  If only life had a reel to reel aspect to it, i'd be in movies.  What would freud say at this point?  Voyeurism at its finest, or is it displacement.  I like displacement.  know why?  we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/106662771536953069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=106662771536953069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/106662771536953069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/106662771536953069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2003/10/real-world-road-rules-challenge-is.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-106657661307211323</id><published>2003-10-19T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T00:21:05.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fisher-price has come out with these "powerbooks" that teach your children to read.  as if there wasn't already enough alienation between generations now you don't even have to teach your kids to read anymore.  Whoopee.  God bless America</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/106657661307211323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=106657661307211323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/106657661307211323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/106657661307211323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/2003/10/fisher-price-has-come-out-with-these.html' title=''/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508396888324754967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957804.post-106645327308357934</id><published>2003-10-18T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T00:01:13.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wish that they would have made at least some kind of pretend effort to stay in touch in Lost in translation.  more on this later maybe.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theultimateother.blogspot.com/feeds/106645327308357934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957804&amp;postID=106645327308357934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957804/posts/default/106645327308357934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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