<?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-7208681</id><updated>2012-02-13T03:53:15.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival of Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>A general festival of thinking performed by yours truly with the assistance of best friends.

It's truly an art making a statement saying nothing at all sound good.

Get busy livin' or get busy dyin'.  That's Goddamn right.

Peace, I'm outa here.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Captain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268438851939202061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208681.post-111477673983309612</id><published>2005-04-29T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T05:12:19.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>**SANDSTORM FROM HELL**</title><summary type='text'>This is one of the craziest things I've ever seen:         Here’s a link to a thread I started on Fazed (MORE PICS).      Here’s the link to the Video. Pretty crazy, heh?    What do you think– who wants to come over?!?!?   -JMZ</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111477673983309612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=111477673983309612' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/111477673983309612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/111477673983309612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/04/sandstorm-from-hell.html' title='**SANDSTORM FROM HELL**'/><author><name>JMZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/JMZ/hunterthompson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208681.post-111395123334410949</id><published>2005-04-19T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T15:53:53.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Willie and I saw this in Arizona... My birthday WAS April 11th. And I'm glad they decided to through a fair on my behalf!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111395123334410949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=111395123334410949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/111395123334410949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/111395123334410949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/04/willie-and-i-saw-this-in-arizona.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03131003420983719761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-111395062984618766</id><published>2005-04-19T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T15:43:49.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the Indians also told us that UT sucks, it was amazing how much they hated those longhorns, and they appreciated our ties to the Oklahoma Sooners, and wished us the best of luck in kicking their ass for the 7th year in a row!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111395062984618766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=111395062984618766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/111395062984618766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/111395062984618766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/04/indians-also-told-us-that-ut-sucks-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03131003420983719761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-111395048787983695</id><published>2005-04-19T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T15:41:27.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Willy and I thought that this sign that smoky was holding will be great for our new company called, Pictures with Strangers...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111395048787983695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=111395048787983695' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/111395048787983695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/111395048787983695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/04/willy-and-i-thought-that-this-sign.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03131003420983719761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-111395033142332175</id><published>2005-04-19T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T15:38:51.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The winds od New Mexico were really blowing strong this midafternoon day, plus we were trying to avoid the bullets from agent Smith</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111395033142332175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=111395033142332175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/111395033142332175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/111395033142332175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/04/winds-od-new-mexico-were-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03131003420983719761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-111122172818797131</id><published>2005-03-19T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T00:44:39.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye America... I'll be back...</title><summary type='text'>I wrote this for my party leaving Colorado...   Afghanistan Afghan Stand; or the selfish poem        I told everybody that I was going to Houston to try to get a job in Iraq.The most common response I received was “You must be smoking crack!”        My friends all warned me “when in Iraq, You better hang on to your head”Turns out I am going someplace much less dangerous, Afghanistan instead.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111122172818797131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=111122172818797131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/111122172818797131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/111122172818797131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/03/goodbye-america-ill-be-back.html' title='Goodbye America... I&apos;ll be back...'/><author><name>wildernesteve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292107040246966271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110972546104058830</id><published>2005-03-01T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T17:04:21.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No! all those drinks weren't for me... Just one of them, which was probably one to many, i think i got sick twice this night... Puck and rally baby... This pick was at the Dubliner in lower Greenville...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110972546104058830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110972546104058830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110972546104058830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110972546104058830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/03/no-all-those-drinks-werent-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03131003420983719761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110972533243667077</id><published>2005-03-01T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T17:02:12.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me, with the ladies and you can actually see my kilt get-up... Pretty gay huh? But the ladies loved it!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110972533243667077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110972533243667077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110972533243667077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110972533243667077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/03/me-with-ladies-and-you-can-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03131003420983719761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110972527681635001</id><published>2005-03-01T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T17:01:16.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So this is how I've been makeing money lately... Acting like an Irishman, with my cute ladies on my arms... And I got hammered too!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110972527681635001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110972527681635001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110972527681635001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110972527681635001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-this-is-how-ive-been-makeing-money.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03131003420983719761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110931435970226568</id><published>2005-02-24T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T22:54:13.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Saturday Night...</title><summary type='text'>Sparrow felt left out of the fun...JMZ... this is for you.  Be safe.  We miss you.peace.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110931435970226568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110931435970226568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110931435970226568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110931435970226568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/02/another-saturday-night.html' title='Another Saturday Night...'/><author><name>Captain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268438851939202061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110898936775246936</id><published>2005-02-20T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T22:08:26.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP: Hunter S Thompson</title><summary type='text'>One of my great heros has taken his own life. Farewell to the good Doctor. - I cannot think of anyone's death in recent memory that has struck me such. :\ - RIP - HST"So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself. Who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived, or he who has stayed securely on the shore and merely existed?"-Hunter S. Thompson, age 17One of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110898936775246936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110898936775246936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110898936775246936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110898936775246936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/02/rip-hunter-s-thompson.html' title='RIP: Hunter S Thompson'/><author><name>JMZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/JMZ/hunterthompson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208681.post-110832869853107403</id><published>2005-02-13T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T13:04:58.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moab Baby</title><summary type='text'>I just got back from Moab, and boy are my legs tired.  I hiked the famous slickrock bike trail, then did Klondike bluffs the next day.  I hiked 30 miles in two days, averaging just under 4 mph.  I couldn't find a picture that accurately captured the beauty of the area; it is just too damn panoramic.  anyway, here is one of the best shots.If i have a chance, i plan on going climbing there this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110832869853107403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110832869853107403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110832869853107403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110832869853107403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/02/moab-baby.html' title='Moab Baby'/><author><name>wildernesteve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292107040246966271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110827516905383408</id><published>2005-02-12T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T22:17:44.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun was had by all...</title><summary type='text'>The night began innocently enough with a well deserved Friday Happy Hour.  Little did we know at the time how the night would turn out...We start out at the frisbee golf course.  Minus the frisbees of course.We make a little art.Then Sparrow gets himself a little action...He was really happy...The fairies came to play.They helped us find our way.YOZA and his cat protected us.Till we all began to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110827516905383408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110827516905383408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110827516905383408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110827516905383408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/02/fun-was-had-by-all.html' title='Fun was had by all...'/><author><name>Captain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268438851939202061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110827326085265538</id><published>2005-02-12T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T21:51:53.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An update I want...</title><summary type='text'>Yes... yes...Or feel my fury you will.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110827326085265538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110827326085265538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110827326085265538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110827326085265538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/02/update-i-want.html' title='An update I want...'/><author><name>Captain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268438851939202061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110820553294273427</id><published>2005-02-12T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T02:59:47.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YODA AND THE SPECIAL COOKIES</title><summary type='text'>Alas, my long awaited prize has arrived. Many thanks to (well I can’t find their GD names b/c Wildernesteve blew out the GD margins – HECK I may as well follow suit...once they're blown they're blown) Nice posts everyone (I wish I could be as cool as Sparrow &amp; Polly) ahhh…there we go…Captain and Mrs. Captain.Pic of Yoda and his ‘special’ cookie in their new home:I have yet to ‘sample’ the goodies</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110820553294273427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110820553294273427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110820553294273427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110820553294273427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/02/yoda-and-special-cookies.html' title='YODA AND THE SPECIAL COOKIES'/><author><name>JMZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/JMZ/hunterthompson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208681.post-110731967060756099</id><published>2005-02-01T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T20:47:50.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I admit your two little kitties are cute, but durango is the cutest domesticated animal on the planet.SOY EL DIABLO!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110731967060756099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110731967060756099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110731967060756099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110731967060756099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-admit-your-two-little-kitties-are.html' title=''/><author><name>wildernesteve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292107040246966271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110724010247229477</id><published>2005-01-31T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T22:41:42.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110724010247229477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110724010247229477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110724010247229477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110724010247229477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>wildernesteve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292107040246966271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110723844028840037</id><published>2005-01-31T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T22:14:00.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Climbing Terms</title><summary type='text'>Welcome to my first post ever.  EVER!  I will try to get some pictures up here soon.Sounds dirty, but isn't; Things I've said about or while climbing:She went down on my ATC, and I went down on her GriGri.Hey man, will you give me a ride up this rock.Hold me tight on this part.My buddy is trying to teach me fist jamming.  I don't think know my body is ready for hand jamming.  I wasn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110723844028840037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110723844028840037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110723844028840037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110723844028840037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/02/climbing-terms.html' title='Climbing Terms'/><author><name>wildernesteve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292107040246966271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110697904037213401</id><published>2005-01-28T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T22:10:40.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, here is a beautiful Ft. Worth sunset that was captured off my back porch one evening. You can see the lake in the picture, ther ehave been some awesome sunsets this year. I just love this time of day, its my favorite</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110697904037213401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110697904037213401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110697904037213401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110697904037213401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/well-here-is-beautiful-ft.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03131003420983719761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110646304456950048</id><published>2005-01-22T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T22:50:44.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Buddy and Mr Hurley</title><summary type='text'>Our new cats kick ass...Sir Buddy is the grey tabby... Mr. Hurley is the cream tabby.It's really just Buddy and Hurley, but we kinda wanted to make fun of the fools who name their animals "Mr. This" and "Sir That".  Aren't we cool?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110646304456950048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110646304456950048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110646304456950048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110646304456950048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/sir-buddy-and-mr-hurley.html' title='Sir Buddy and Mr Hurley'/><author><name>Captain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268438851939202061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110646220508893312</id><published>2005-01-22T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T22:36:45.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new aquisition...</title><summary type='text'>A-rod, Sparrow and I got this last night... It had been laying up by the freeway for 2-3 weeks now and we figured we were just doing our civic duty and cleaning up trash at this point... :-D  Seriously, look at how big it is!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110646220508893312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110646220508893312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110646220508893312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110646220508893312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/our-new-aquisition.html' title='Our new aquisition...'/><author><name>Captain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268438851939202061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110531455882096778</id><published>2005-01-09T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T00:12:35.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GO Abercrombie, shake your money maker </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110531455882096778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110531455882096778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531455882096778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531455882096778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/go-abercrombie-shake-your-money-maker.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03131003420983719761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110531450225944593</id><published>2005-01-09T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T15:48:22.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nice boots! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110531450225944593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110531450225944593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531450225944593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531450225944593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/nice-boots.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03131003420983719761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110531442392712794</id><published>2005-01-09T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T15:47:03.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>have no idea </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110531442392712794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110531442392712794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531442392712794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531442392712794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/have-no-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03131003420983719761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110531420171320191</id><published>2005-01-09T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T15:43:21.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and then the police came! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110531420171320191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110531420171320191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531420171320191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531420171320191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/and-then-police-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03131003420983719761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110531410509228596</id><published>2005-01-09T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T15:41:45.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>more stragers? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110531410509228596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110531410509228596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531410509228596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531410509228596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/more-stragers.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03131003420983719761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110531405395983091</id><published>2005-01-09T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T15:40:53.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>strangers? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110531405395983091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110531405395983091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531405395983091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531405395983091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/strangers_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03131003420983719761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110531389138867301</id><published>2005-01-09T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T15:38:11.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>want some? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110531389138867301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110531389138867301' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531389138867301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531389138867301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/want-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03131003420983719761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110531377916244532</id><published>2005-01-09T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T15:36:19.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the 4 horsemen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110531377916244532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110531377916244532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531377916244532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531377916244532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/4-horsemen.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03131003420983719761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110531373305643172</id><published>2005-01-09T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T15:35:33.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dukes of Hazzard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110531373305643172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110531373305643172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531373305643172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531373305643172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/dukes-of-hazzard.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03131003420983719761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110531367875337560</id><published>2005-01-09T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T15:34:38.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>all that jazz </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110531367875337560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110531367875337560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531367875337560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531367875337560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/all-that-jazz.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03131003420983719761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110531350820638847</id><published>2005-01-09T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T15:31:48.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>man </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110531350820638847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110531350820638847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531350820638847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531350820638847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/man.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03131003420983719761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110531332735521006</id><published>2005-01-09T15:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T15:28:47.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>strangers </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110531332735521006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110531332735521006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531332735521006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531332735521006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/strangers.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03131003420983719761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110531328296272475</id><published>2005-01-09T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T15:28:02.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pictures with strangers </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110531328296272475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110531328296272475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531328296272475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531328296272475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/pictures-with-strangers.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03131003420983719761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110531313687795988</id><published>2005-01-09T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T15:25:36.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yes and no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110531313687795988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110531313687795988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531313687795988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531313687795988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/yes-and-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03131003420983719761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110531289477566604</id><published>2005-01-09T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T15:21:34.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>N.O. fear </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110531289477566604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110531289477566604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531289477566604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531289477566604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/n.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03131003420983719761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110531245832058929</id><published>2005-01-09T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T15:14:18.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>did this work? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110531245832058929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110531245832058929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531245832058929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531245832058929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/did-this-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03131003420983719761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110531242396704919</id><published>2005-01-09T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T15:13:43.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>here we are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110531242396704919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110531242396704919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531242396704919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110531242396704919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/here-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03131003420983719761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110319691156085023</id><published>2004-12-16T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T03:35:11.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of a dog, a possum, and a lighter.</title><summary type='text'>It was a cold dark night in December. I was lounging on a $500 landscaping rock in my favorite sister’s backyard enjoying a bowl of soup and watching my dog take a crap.  A rustling noise broke the silence of the night and pulled me out of my soup induced communion with nature.  I jump to attention and prepare to investigate the mysterious sound.  My Dog heard the noise as well, and was stiffing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110319691156085023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110319691156085023' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110319691156085023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110319691156085023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/12/story-of-dog-possum-and-lighter.html' title='The story of a dog, a possum, and a lighter.'/><author><name>JMZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/JMZ/hunterthompson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208681.post-110244652456899106</id><published>2004-12-07T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T11:13:40.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My "There are More Stupid People Now" Theory</title><summary type='text'>Has anyone else noticed that the average intelligence level seems to be dropping lately?  I have.  From the dumbass drivers in Dallas going 40 on the fucking highway because it's sprinkling to the idiots in the White House right now, it's obvious.My theory is that there are still the same number of intelligent people around, it's not that the human race is "dumbing down" or anything.  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110244652456899106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110244652456899106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110244652456899106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110244652456899106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-there-are-more-stupid-people-now.html' title='My &quot;There are More Stupid People Now&quot; Theory'/><author><name>Captain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268438851939202061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110083626988171537</id><published>2004-11-18T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T19:57:06.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas Geico Commercial...</title><summary type='text'>This is my Christmas Geico Commercial...Characters:Beautiful Child (the toys in the script below assume a Boy, but they could easily be changed to use a girl instead)Santa ClausCommercial starts with the child sitting on Santa's lap telling him his/her Christmas wishes.(Camera Fades in to focus on child sitting on Santa's knee looking at him, talking about what he wants for Christmas, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110083626988171537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110083626988171537' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110083626988171537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110083626988171537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-christmas-geico-commercial.html' title='My Christmas Geico Commercial...'/><author><name>Captain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268438851939202061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110071758583096897</id><published>2004-11-17T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T10:53:05.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing Injured Enemies</title><summary type='text'>This is in regard to some postings on the Dallas Morning News blog regarding the marine who killed the injured insurgent in Falluja.  I then responded to another reader who actually agreed with my position, but for different reasons.I don't care. This is war, then enemy tries to kill you, you try to kill them. If they are hurt and you are moving forward, kill them so they can't get behind you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110071758583096897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110071758583096897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110071758583096897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110071758583096897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/killing-injured-enemies.html' title='Killing Injured Enemies'/><author><name>Captain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268438851939202061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110035036280414304</id><published>2004-11-13T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T04:52:42.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear World, 49% of America is Sorry...(w/Pics)</title><summary type='text'>http://72.3.131.10/gallery/1/Post your apology.  I'm sorry World...I don't know what else to say - Good luck to us all!!11!#!4</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110035036280414304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110035036280414304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110035036280414304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110035036280414304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/dear-world-49-of-america-is-sorrywpics.html' title='Dear World, 49% of America is Sorry...(w/Pics)'/><author><name>JMZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/JMZ/hunterthompson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208681.post-110026869206716948</id><published>2004-11-12T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T06:11:32.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The JMZ on Religion</title><summary type='text'>The other day a Christian buddy and I got into a RELIGIOUS DEBATE.  I might have dropped the ‘ole, “Nothing fails like prayer” quote that I sometimes use, and he replied by asking, “What ever happened to you in life to make you so hard-hearted and cold, not to mention cynical?” – I have posted my reply for the sake of posterity.  Enjoy:Nothing ever “happened” in my life that jaded me toward </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110026869206716948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110026869206716948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110026869206716948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110026869206716948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/jmz-on-religion.html' title='The JMZ on Religion'/><author><name>JMZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/JMZ/hunterthompson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208681.post-110002646621271594</id><published>2004-11-09T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T10:54:26.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck the South...</title><summary type='text'>On the heels of the election, we have this rant.  Pretty angry, quite funny.http://FuckTheSouth.com/Fuck the South. Fuck 'em. We should have let them go when they wanted to leave. But no, we had to kill half a million people so they'd stay part of our special Union. Fighting for the right to keep slaves - yeah, those are states we want to keep.And now what do we get? We're the fucking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110002646621271594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110002646621271594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110002646621271594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110002646621271594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/fuck-south.html' title='Fuck the South...'/><author><name>Captain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268438851939202061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-110002618568960410</id><published>2004-11-09T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T10:49:45.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GEORGE CARLIN ON RELIGION... </title><summary type='text'>When it comes to bullshit, big-time, major league bulishit, you have to stand in awe of the all-time champion of false promises and exaggerated claims, religion. No contest. No contest. Religion. Religion easily has the greatest bulishit story ever told. Think about it. Religion has actually convinced people that there’s an invisible man living in the sky who watches everything you do, every </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110002618568960410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=110002618568960410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110002618568960410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/110002618568960410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/george-carlin-on-religion_09.html' title='GEORGE CARLIN ON RELIGION... '/><author><name>Captain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268438851939202061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-109940482630966250</id><published>2004-11-02T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T07:05:08.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Halloween to Remember - in IM form.</title><summary type='text'>Kargo Jim: ok...what's the word.SmokinElyas: i gots to eatKargo Jim: usuckthemajorcockandballzSmokinElyas: here's a teaser, we ended up here http://www.disturbathon.com/control/mainSmokinElyas: the name says it allKargo Jim: what's the code pharse?SmokinElyas: dunnoKargo Jim: damnit jimSmokinElyas: you can't crack it?SmokinElyas: heheehKargo Jim: no...TELL ME NOW.SmokinElyas: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109940482630966250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=109940482630966250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109940482630966250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109940482630966250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/halloween-to-remember-in-im-form.html' title='A Halloween to Remember - in IM form.'/><author><name>JMZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/JMZ/hunterthompson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208681.post-109686973311639028</id><published>2004-10-03T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T06:14:46.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Earth is Still Spinning</title><summary type='text'>Just another Month goes by, the Moon is still rotating around our planet, the planet is continuously orbiting the Sun, and through all this my life grows nearer to the end... Don't mean to sound morbid at all, in fact, I'm anything but, for this weekend just made me realize that I am getting older and everyone else, I had known through school, is as well... This past weekend was the only 10 year </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109686973311639028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=109686973311639028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109686973311639028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109686973311639028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/earth-is-still-spinning.html' title='The Earth is Still Spinning'/><author><name>Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03131003420983719761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-109629695742728134</id><published>2004-09-27T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T08:11:02.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Quote Collection</title><summary type='text'>Here are some quotes, some are famous; some are infamous; some should be removed from the list; all are stolen from the Interweb.Give a man fire and he's warm for a day. Set a man on fire and he's warm for the rest of his life."I came here to do two things: drink some beer and kick some ass. And we're almost out of beer. - Dazed and Confused"Yeah, I learned my lesson. If the lesson is that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109629695742728134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=109629695742728134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109629695742728134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109629695742728134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-quote-collection.html' title='My Quote Collection'/><author><name>JMZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/JMZ/hunterthompson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208681.post-109484156457397306</id><published>2004-09-10T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T11:39:24.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is hilarious!http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Hills/3456/h_writing.htmlSubject: The difference between Men and WomenThis assignment was actually turned in by two English students:Date: Friday, February 14, 1997Rebecca and GaryEnglish 44A SMUProf MillerIn-class Assignment for WednesdayToday we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109484156457397306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=109484156457397306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109484156457397306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109484156457397306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/this-is-hilarious-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Captain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268438851939202061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-109422702725151345</id><published>2004-09-03T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T08:57:07.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEND ME GIFTS.</title><summary type='text'>Gifts, believe me, captivate both men and Gods, Jupiter himself was won over and appeased by gifts.  -Ovid BC 43-18 AD, Roman Poet if anyone would like to send me a care package (hint, hint), here are a few things I need/want: Anything Fuzzy (And I DO mean ANYTHING)A Woman (inflatable is fine)CDs (esp. if they're filled with Mp3s &amp; JPGs)My Dog (I miss him) - According to S, he needs a good ass </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109422702725151345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=109422702725151345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109422702725151345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109422702725151345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/send-me-gifts.html' title='SEND ME GIFTS.'/><author><name>JMZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/JMZ/hunterthompson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208681.post-109409486019800064</id><published>2004-09-01T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T20:14:20.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pomeranian Farm</title><summary type='text'>Dude, seriously... we could start the pomeranian farm on one of the islands in Lake Ouachita.  It would be awesome.  We could check on them each year.  We'd have to put them on a small, isolated, hard to get to island so people would leave them alone.  It could be awesome.  Seriously.I wonder if they would learn to catch fish.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109409486019800064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=109409486019800064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109409486019800064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109409486019800064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/pomeranian-farm.html' title='The Pomeranian Farm'/><author><name>Captain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268438851939202061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-109398459957287362</id><published>2004-08-31T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T13:37:23.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Camping Email Ever</title><summary type='text'>I just sent this email out to our camping group and just thought it kicked ass:Steel yourself, this is long, and every paragraph contains nuggets of goodness not to be missed. You might want to print this and highlight your favorite parts for posterity.OK, so here's the plan as of now. Polly and I will handle the food, with the exception of the chicken, which N has said she wants to take care</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109398459957287362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=109398459957287362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109398459957287362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109398459957287362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/best-camping-email-ever.html' title='Best Camping Email Ever'/><author><name>Captain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268438851939202061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-109377812930835722</id><published>2004-08-29T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T06:23:28.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LINKS LINKS LINKS</title><summary type='text'>Today my Blogging will consist mainly of links and comments. I spend much of my pointless existence trolling Al Gore’s internet in search of entertainment and enlightenment. Here are my results.These are probably my 3 all time favorite sites:http://www.fark.com/ – almost too popular (I think it gets about 100K hits per day?)http://www.fazed.net/ – great obscure links and video. Amaze you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109377812930835722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=109377812930835722' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109377812930835722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109377812930835722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/links-links-links.html' title='LINKS LINKS LINKS'/><author><name>JMZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/JMZ/hunterthompson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208681.post-109375051222078523</id><published>2004-08-28T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T20:35:12.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to take a stand</title><summary type='text'>Man... had a great time of Friday night, going to the Rangers game for free.  At least, getting in was free.  Staying was a whoooole nother story.  I'm pretty sure I spent $55 for 5 beers, 1 sprite, and 3 hot dogs.  What the hell is that?  Seriously?  I can go to a grocery store and buy a six pack, can a sprite and pack of hot dogs for $10.  How is it that we all this to happen?  Why are we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109375051222078523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=109375051222078523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109375051222078523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109375051222078523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/time-to-take-stand.html' title='Time to take a stand'/><author><name>Captain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268438851939202061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-109371428592429998</id><published>2004-08-28T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T10:31:25.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Hello to My Not So Little Friend</title><summary type='text'>Ran accross this yesterday on the DPA Blog.  Crazy...From this article in the Scotsman:DRUG traffickers have created a new strain of coca plant that yields up to four times more cocaine than existing plants and promises to revolutionise Colombia’s drugs industry.The new variety of coca, the raw material for cocaine, was found in an anti-drug operation on the Caribbean coast, on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109371428592429998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=109371428592429998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109371428592429998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109371428592429998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/say-hello-to-my-not-so-little-friend.html' title='Say Hello to My Not So Little Friend'/><author><name>Captain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268438851939202061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-109358591383185607</id><published>2004-08-26T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T06:25:16.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zippity do</title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm sitting here at the computer thinking, what the hell am I gonna write in my blog... hmmmm... let me consult with Antioch's joy...Ahhh. Nice. So tonite was fun. Basically just sat around the house, started a painting. Good one too I think. Polly worked on one of hers. She's much better than me but has no confidence. We're working on it though.I'm super excited about our upcoming trip</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109358591383185607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=109358591383185607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109358591383185607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109358591383185607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/zippity-do.html' title='Zippity do'/><author><name>Captain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268438851939202061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-109329730165770501</id><published>2004-08-23T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T14:41:41.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacations are Fun!</title><summary type='text'>Got back from vacation on Saturday.  Good times!  I didn't get to go kite surfing like I wanted, but the Destin beaches were great for lazing around.  I'll update a little later on tonite with some pictures from the trip.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109329730165770501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=109329730165770501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109329730165770501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109329730165770501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/vacations-are-fun.html' title='Vacations are Fun!'/><author><name>Captain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268438851939202061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-109223888169289687</id><published>2004-08-11T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T06:27:32.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>King Leslie of Austin</title><summary type='text'>Austin, Texas – Self proclaimed live music capital of the World, and one of the coolest cities on the face of the planet. Austin’s the kind of city that fights the corporate giants like Wal-Mart &amp; Costco to keep their generic, small town usurping, culture killing, buy cheap crap here stores OUT of the city limits. It’s a city that works to maintain its culture of weirdness, and the city’s slogan </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109223888169289687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=109223888169289687' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109223888169289687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109223888169289687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/king-leslie-of-austin.html' title='King Leslie of Austin'/><author><name>JMZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/JMZ/hunterthompson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208681.post-109197698946075802</id><published>2004-08-08T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T22:58:50.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pomstralia Experiment</title><summary type='text'>Obviously I AM MASTER OF THIS BLOG. I have 3 posts in a row, and rule the Known Universe...Muwhahahahahahaha. Ok ok…I don’t really rule the Universe. I just work here. Anyways, today I would like to revisit a topic that I once thoroughly sorted out, only to find upon publishing that I’d been thwarted by the Gods of premature page logout. I curse them, but I will not give up in my attempt to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109197698946075802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=109197698946075802' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109197698946075802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109197698946075802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/pomstralia-experiment.html' title='The Pomstralia Experiment'/><author><name>JMZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/JMZ/hunterthompson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208681.post-109196038477796360</id><published>2004-08-08T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T03:19:44.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Blogger</title><summary type='text'>It seems as if this blog...like so many before it...has died :( The eternal optimism that comes with the beginning of a blog-like substance, alas, has faded. I sit in front of a keyboard typing my innermost everything, but there are none to read or to respond. Utterly alone in the desert. It's unfortunate that so many know of this thread and are reading this right now thinking:Well I must </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109196038477796360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=109196038477796360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109196038477796360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109196038477796360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/lonely-blogger.html' title='Lonely Blogger'/><author><name>JMZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/JMZ/hunterthompson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208681.post-109137369090354670</id><published>2004-08-01T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T08:21:30.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>d3S3r+ M0TIvATED L33+ sp3AK </title><summary type='text'>i W4$ jU5+ l3T+in9 J00 gUy$ kNOw tHA+ wH1L3 i'V3 b33N iN THE deSER+ 1'VE 833n 5+UdY1NG UP 0N LeeT $P3AK. ANyw4y$, i'Ve dEC1Ded T0 +4Lk l1K3 tH1$ @lL TEH +IMe, 4Nd $0 w3LcOmE T0 +H3 NeW WAY tH4T 1 +@lK :) 0H Ye@h, @ND i+'s R3aLlY PHucK1NG HoT heRe. +h3R3 aR3 c@M3l$ 3VERy wHERe, ANd 1 h4V3 8UT h@LPH 4 CH4nCE i'M 901N9 TO MOUN+ +hE f1R5+ 5h33p TH@+ cRo$53$ my PA+H. peaC3 4LL. JmZ</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109137369090354670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=109137369090354670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109137369090354670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109137369090354670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/d3s3r-m0tivated-l33-sp3ak.html' title='d3S3r+ M0TIvATED L33+ sp3AK '/><author><name>JMZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/JMZ/hunterthompson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208681.post-109113137531511685</id><published>2004-07-29T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T13:02:55.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been awhile...</title><summary type='text'>It's been awhile for me too, ya know!  Been a bit lazy on this blogging thing.  Sucks about your accident there sparrow, I was wondering where you went!Gotta take a moment to welcome our newest blogger Polly... man what great breasts she has!  hehehehehe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109113137531511685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=109113137531511685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109113137531511685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109113137531511685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/07/been-awhile.html' title='Been awhile...'/><author><name>Captain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268438851939202061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-109107771205462268</id><published>2004-07-28T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T22:08:32.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>car crash!</title><summary type='text'>So, it has been awhile since my last entry, but i have one now... So, i was on my way to my second job this past Friday evening and while driving on 183 going east right across from the nasty looking, needs to be demolished Texas Stadium, were my boy Roy Williams plays safety, go OU! anyways traffic is going at speed or faster, probably faster, knowing these crazy redneck truck driving or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109107771205462268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=109107771205462268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109107771205462268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/109107771205462268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/07/car-crash.html' title='car crash!'/><author><name>Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03131003420983719761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-108859605643270003</id><published>2004-06-30T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T04:47:36.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#@$%@!#%!@#$</title><summary type='text'>Man - just spent 30 minutes documenting the intricate details of the Pomeranian farm, and when I go to publish the content I get some session has expired bullshit, and it lose it all.  It reminds me of the days of computer crashing.  :(  MORAL - save your blog.  Esp. if it's long.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/108859605643270003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=108859605643270003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/108859605643270003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/108859605643270003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/06/blog-post.html' title='#@$%@!#%!@#$'/><author><name>First Mate</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-7208681.post-108857970512019075</id><published>2004-06-30T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T00:15:05.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A leaving of sorts...</title><summary type='text'>First Mate will be shipping off soon... I'll miss him even though we didn't actually see eachother that much what with us living in different cities.  But I'll miss the fact that I could have seen him.  When he's in Kuwait, I don't really have an option at all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/108857970512019075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=108857970512019075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/108857970512019075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/108857970512019075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/06/leaving-of-sorts.html' title='A leaving of sorts...'/><author><name>Captain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268438851939202061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-108760619171225896</id><published>2004-06-18T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T17:50:38.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bit Sad</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's Friday night now, I leave tomorrow for California, then on to Seattle, Washington.  It's gonna be a great time and I am excited, but...My wife has decided not to go up to Seattle with me.  I'm going to miss her a ton.  We've been through Europe together, 3 months in fact.  She's the best travel companian imaginable, and not just because she puts out!  She's smart, sexy, and willing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/108760619171225896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=108760619171225896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/108760619171225896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/108760619171225896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/06/bit-sad.html' title='A Bit Sad'/><author><name>Captain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268438851939202061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-108698678180614323</id><published>2004-06-11T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T13:46:21.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation!</title><summary type='text'>Woo-hoooooooooo!  Last week I wasn't going to have a vacation this summer.  This week I've got one planned for June 19-27.  Should be a good time.  My sister and I are driving from LA to Seattle in her awesome H2.  The only bad part is that my wife will not be going... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/108698678180614323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=108698678180614323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/108698678180614323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/108698678180614323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/06/vacation.html' title='Vacation!'/><author><name>Captain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268438851939202061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-108681333292854216</id><published>2004-06-09T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T13:35:32.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chivalry?</title><summary type='text'>I was leaving the fun little place my wife and I ate lunch today and had a sudden thought about chivalry... It occured to me that Men are considered chivalrous for opening doors for their Ladies to enter... wherever - car, house, restaurant, etc - first.  Then I started thinking, but what if there's someone waiting to kill, maim, kidnap or otherwise fuck up your day waiting for you to come </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/108681333292854216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=108681333292854216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/108681333292854216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/108681333292854216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/06/chivalry.html' title='Chivalry?'/><author><name>Captain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268438851939202061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-108679736716433424</id><published>2004-06-09T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T09:09:27.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'> Pass the Peace Pipe</title><summary type='text'>Just ran accross this speech from Chief Seattle - chief of the Suquamish in Washington State, yes Seattle is named after him.There are apparently 2 versions of the speech, both of which made me want to cry.  I'm pretty sure I was an Indian in a previous life...See for yourselves...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/108679736716433424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=108679736716433424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/108679736716433424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/108679736716433424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/06/pass-peace-pipe.html' title=' Pass the Peace Pipe'/><author><name>Captain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268438851939202061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-108673904842102677</id><published>2004-06-08T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T12:15:02.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend... Saturday</title><summary type='text'>"TIME TO GET UP EVERYONE LET'S GO THE RIVER, COME ON WE HAVE TO GO GET UP " BLAH BLAH FUCKING BLAH.  Sucks to wake up to that after a long night out.  But that's what happened unfortunately.  Same guy every trip too.  It really just doesn't matter what time he passes out... and he is passing out.  In fact, it's the same guy that had pictures taken of a ceramic frog on his head with his own phone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/108673904842102677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=108673904842102677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/108673904842102677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/108673904842102677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-weekend-saturday.html' title='My Weekend... Saturday'/><author><name>Captain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268438851939202061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-108673541400198127</id><published>2004-06-08T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T15:56:54.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Adventure</title><summary type='text'>Past Tuesday was a day among days... Having an audition for a Play in the Uptown part of Dallas and feeling extremely nervous not only for the audition but for the fact that Tornados had been spotted in the metro! Fantastic light and wind show, like I was driving into the Perfect Storm or something... No shit, Driving down Maple Ave. Suddenly the lights, stop and lamp posts just go black, waiting</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/108673541400198127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=108673541400198127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/108673541400198127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/108673541400198127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/06/new-adventure.html' title='A New Adventure'/><author><name>Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03131003420983719761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-108666742021911007</id><published>2004-06-07T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T21:03:40.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Late...Too Much Wine</title><summary type='text'>Well here i sit...it's too late and I've had far too much wine.  I'm blasting myself to the past and listening to old Dylan songs. [Bootleg Series] Bob Dylan, one of the greatest song writers of all time.  Holy Crap!  It makes me laugh, cry, want, wish, standing at a cross roads in my life; hoping for a rocket ship off this rock.  Maybe it will happen for the better...if not then i think that it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/108666742021911007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=108666742021911007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/108666742021911007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/108666742021911007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/06/too-latetoo-much-wine.html' title='Too Late...Too Much Wine'/><author><name>First Mate</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208681.post-108664547996592450</id><published>2004-06-07T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T13:05:05.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend...  Friday</title><summary type='text'>Started on Friday afternoon really... my buddies and I headed down to Austin for some good ol fashioned drinking and tubing.  Well, some of my buddies.  Apparently the group of 10-15 that was advertised by the organizer was slowly whittled down to 5, 3 in my car and 2 meeting us later on 6th street...  If that wasn't enough, I was also informed that some other guys were heading to Arkansas for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/108664547996592450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=108664547996592450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/108664547996592450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/108664547996592450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-weekend-friday.html' title='My weekend...  Friday'/><author><name>Captain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268438851939202061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-108636454198568923</id><published>2004-06-04T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T10:45:54.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post!</title><summary type='text'>Well, after reading blog after blog, day after day, I've decided to start one of my own.  I don't expect anyone to read it, but that's not the point anyways.  Or is it?  Who knows.  As of now, I'm just doing this to pass the time at work!  MuuWhahahahahaha!Edit:Apparently there is a timestamp issue.  Although this is the first post, it was apparently submitted through a time-space continuum </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/108636454198568923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=108636454198568923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/108636454198568923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/108636454198568923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/06/first-post.html' title='First Post!'/><author><name>Captain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268438851939202061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-108637094986624921</id><published>2004-06-04T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T10:42:29.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Peeves...</title><summary type='text'>If there's one thing my wife always tells me, it's to relax while driving.  It seems she doesn't enjoy the way I release my anger by venting at the retards out there on the road.  She'd prefer me to hold it all inside... hold it.. hold it.. hold it. EXPLODE!  That's no good.  That's how fuckers get shot.  Or ran off the road.  Or whatever.  I prefer to release it as it comes up.  Some asshole </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/108637094986624921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=108637094986624921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/108637094986624921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/108637094986624921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/06/pet-peeves.html' title='Pet Peeves...'/><author><name>Captain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268438851939202061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7208681.post-108637565481090918</id><published>2004-06-04T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T12:00:54.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANNOYED WITH WORK</title><summary type='text'>I am annoyed with work.  I hate the INSTABILITY of my job.  It's fucking annoying...It's like I can make a shitload of $$, then the Sparkling Fairy of Suck My Balls comes along and sprinkles a bag full of fairy crap in my mouth, and I'm left with nothing buy annoyance. :\  - Oh well at least I have a job..my motto is...it could always be worse.  Well, it's not really a "motto", but I have thought</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/108637565481090918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=108637565481090918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/108637565481090918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/108637565481090918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/06/annoyed-with-work.html' title='ANNOYED WITH WORK'/><author><name>First Mate</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-7208681.post-108636713848289966</id><published>2004-06-04T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T10:12:39.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How fucking annoying</title><summary type='text'>I'm trying to add my buddy to the blog, so the slacker will have something to do, but it won't fucking work!  WTF?  Contact blogger support my ass.  Maybe I just need to wait till Monday or something.On another note, these dove hanging out on the ledge outside the window I can see from my cube are just BEGGING to be shot.  Here little dovey dovey... don't you look cute.  BLAM!Edit:SUCCESS!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/108636713848289966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208681&amp;postID=108636713848289966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/108636713848289966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208681/posts/default/108636713848289966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://festivalofthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/06/how-fucking-annoying.html' title='How fucking annoying'/><author><name>Captain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268438851939202061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
