<?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-147997451917053497</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:14:27.622-05:00</updated><category term='anne murray'/><category term='scat'/><category term='semantics'/><category term='late'/><category term='ideas'/><category term='poems'/><title type='text'>Futile Gesture</title><subtitle type='html'>I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody's part.  And I'm just the guy to do it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futilegesture.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/147997451917053497/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futilegesture.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michael</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147997451917053497.post-7033078626880423065</id><published>2008-12-05T14:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T14:32:00.092-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><title type='text'>Brain Crack</title><content type='html'>I needed this today.  Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.zefrank.com/theshow/archives/2006/07/071106.html"&gt;Ze Frank&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class='blip' id='blip_movie_content_166003'&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type='text/javascript' src='http://blip.tv/syndication/write_player/?posts_id=166003&amp;skin=js&amp;file_type=flv&amp;thumbnail=http://www.zefrank.com/theshow/site4/leader_blip.gif'&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type='text/javascript'&gt;play_blip_movie_166003();&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147997451917053497-7033078626880423065?l=futilegesture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futilegesture.blogspot.com/feeds/7033078626880423065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=147997451917053497&amp;postID=7033078626880423065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/147997451917053497/posts/default/7033078626880423065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/147997451917053497/posts/default/7033078626880423065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futilegesture.blogspot.com/2008/12/brain-crack.html' title='Brain Crack'/><author><name>Michael</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-147997451917053497.post-1215701249895940190</id><published>2008-08-27T19:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:35:18.234-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='semantics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late'/><title type='text'>On Semantics</title><content type='html'>I understand and mostly agree with people who want to discourage usage of the word "retarded" to describe things that are silly.  Developmental handicaps don't happen to people because they've done something to deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if they're running late for something, I think we should still be able to call them "tardy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147997451917053497-1215701249895940190?l=futilegesture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futilegesture.blogspot.com/feeds/1215701249895940190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=147997451917053497&amp;postID=1215701249895940190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/147997451917053497/posts/default/1215701249895940190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/147997451917053497/posts/default/1215701249895940190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futilegesture.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-semantics.html' title='On Semantics'/><author><name>Michael</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-147997451917053497.post-3823994366947489813</id><published>2008-08-26T15:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:43:29.361-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anne murray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>A Scat Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;Drop that deuce&lt;br /&gt;Upon my uvula&lt;br /&gt;The peanuts make it&lt;br /&gt;Taste peculia'&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine Anne Murray singing the words to the tune of "You Needed Me".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/147997451917053497-3823994366947489813?l=futilegesture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futilegesture.blogspot.com/feeds/3823994366947489813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=147997451917053497&amp;postID=3823994366947489813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/147997451917053497/posts/default/3823994366947489813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/147997451917053497/posts/default/3823994366947489813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futilegesture.blogspot.com/2008/08/scat-poem.html' title='A Scat Poem'/><author><name>Michael</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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></feed>
