<?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-8145793</id><updated>2012-02-04T20:45:59.343-05:00</updated><category term='Photos'/><category term='baby'/><title type='text'>Shirktown</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>300</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145793.post-1465339034005615201</id><published>2009-05-15T00:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:22:54.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My cat's breath smells like cat food!</title><summary type='text'>one of many relatives on facebook posts shit like:Well, this might be a little vague but in psychoanalysis there is a long-standing distrust of the "golden rule" (glossing Dr. Tyler) of "do unto others as you would have them do unto you." Speaking with my therapist, (he. he.) there is the "platinum rule": do unto others as THEY would LIKE to have done unto them. This is to say that to presume to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/1465339034005615201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=1465339034005615201' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/1465339034005615201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/1465339034005615201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-cats-breath-smells-like-cat-food.html' title='My cat&apos;s breath smells like cat food!'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145793.post-1269594793797548376</id><published>2009-05-11T20:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:19:31.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One Bites the Dust</title><summary type='text'>kid: Bumblebee go outside. Julian help me widda shovel. me: uh oh.kid: Bumblebee got all dry.  Inna shell.me: ew?kid: He died.  I'm sorry.  [gives me side-hug]note to preschools everywhere: maybe more robust pets are in order.note to remaining turtle: watch your back.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/1269594793797548376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=1269594793797548376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/1269594793797548376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/1269594793797548376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-one-bites-dust.html' title='Another One Bites the Dust'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-8926447878916477826</id><published>2009-05-01T21:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T21:32:00.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saga of Pork Chop</title><summary type='text'>OD comes home telling me that the kid's class has three turtles as pets.me: tell me about your turtleskid: pochapgoousiiiiideme: what?  something outside?kid: pochapgooSIIIIIDEme: how about the turtle's names.  Tell me their names.kid: simba, bumblebee, PORK CHOPme: ohhhhhh.  Pork Chop go outside.  I get it now.  Wait, why was Pork Chop outside anyway?kid: Pork Chop go outside. I getta shovel. me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/8926447878916477826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=8926447878916477826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/8926447878916477826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/8926447878916477826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2009/05/saga-of-pork-chop.html' title='The Saga of Pork Chop'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-4968021150574911599</id><published>2009-04-27T13:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:00:28.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sure they're keeping them in the back.  Just for you.</title><summary type='text'>kid:  Where going?me: We're going to the pet store.  To get cat litter.  You can see some animals.kid: want see fish.me: sure, you can see fish.kid: and elephants.me: I don't think they have elephants. It's a pet store.kid: Maybe ask.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/4968021150574911599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=4968021150574911599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/4968021150574911599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/4968021150574911599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-sure-theyre-keeping-them-in-back.html' title='I&apos;m sure they&apos;re keeping them in the back.  Just for you.'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-2890647989212505422</id><published>2009-04-06T15:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:07:25.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WWYD?</title><summary type='text'>Would you un-friend someone who thumbs-upped the following image on Facebook:how about if the idiot in question were a 16 year old cousin who may just not know any better?the hell is wrong with that child?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/2890647989212505422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=2890647989212505422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/2890647989212505422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/2890647989212505422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2009/04/wwyd.html' title='WWYD?'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_PD1oRyONM/SdpSdpr2qWI/AAAAAAAAAS0/_pbBnn5iW24/s72-c/n1282085186_379653_3603816.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145793.post-8006391214246827641</id><published>2009-04-02T11:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:16:43.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Learned</title><summary type='text'>I did something completely stupid parenting-wise recently, and it is going to haunt me for the next two and a half months.We're going on a trip, really our first all together, in June, and I am out of control excited.  Really disproportionately so.  I know other people fly to australia and whatever all the time, every weekend, blah blah, but WE don't.  And I'm EXCITED.So.  Even though I should </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/8006391214246827641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=8006391214246827641' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/8006391214246827641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/8006391214246827641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2009/04/lessons-learned.html' title='Lessons Learned'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-2775181439695586617</id><published>2009-03-24T22:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:20:01.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pachycephalosaurus speaks</title><summary type='text'>I just want to set the record straight here, because a lot of talk has been going about how Maiasaura is some kind of maternal hero.  Just because someone is named "good mother lizard" doesn't mean she is, you know what I mean?  Look, I'm not saying she was the worst or anything, because we all know about the time Baryonyx's kids were in the car when she got stopped driving home from her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/2775181439695586617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=2775181439695586617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/2775181439695586617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/2775181439695586617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2009/03/pachycephalosaurus-speaks.html' title='Pachycephalosaurus speaks'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-779031270153536247</id><published>2009-03-16T20:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:16:15.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yes, virginia</title><summary type='text'>OD brought home 7th grade "anonymous questions" from biology class.  Sex educators, you had better step it UP.  To wit:"Is it possible that when a boys sperm and a girls egg join together that the child might have a penious and a virginia?"how do teachers keep from snorting out loud, I ask?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/779031270153536247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=779031270153536247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/779031270153536247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/779031270153536247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-virginia.html' title='yes, virginia'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-65405342581683360</id><published>2009-02-27T19:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:35:23.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"What did he see?" my mom said</title><summary type='text'>My child just insisted I call up Gramma and Mustache to tell them, "I SEE PENIS INNA SKY!!!"It's clouding up now, so I think ya missed your chance to see it. PS I totally stole this photo from the internets.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/65405342581683360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=65405342581683360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/65405342581683360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/65405342581683360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-did-he-see-my-mom-said.html' title='&quot;What did he see?&quot; my mom said'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_PD1oRyONM/SaiGSiZnxmI/AAAAAAAAASs/Fshw6lzMpUQ/s72-c/MoonVenus5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145793.post-1311848261724478822</id><published>2009-02-17T19:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:26:58.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>let this be a beacon in the googlewilderness</title><summary type='text'>Did you know that (until I hit Publish) there are no google results for I Hate My Alumnae Magazine?  Nor, believe it or not, for the more universal I Hate My Alumni Magazine.  Yet I truly cannot believe that I am the only one who does in fact, hate and revile her alumnae magazine.  Of which we receive two per quarter.  That's two more than I require.  I just...hate everything about it.  It is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/1311848261724478822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=1311848261724478822' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/1311848261724478822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/1311848261724478822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2009/02/let-this-be-beacon-in-googlewilderness.html' title='let this be a beacon in the googlewilderness'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145793.post-615762860616500992</id><published>2009-02-04T20:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:47:03.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go On, Point and Laugh!</title><summary type='text'>Would you like to see a picture from before I owned a hair dryer?  Really?  Come on, it's hilarious!This photo is ten years old.  Ten!  As you can see my hair is embarrassed to be associated with me and is trying to flee in all directions.  Now I beat it into submission daily with red-hot instruments.  This is all by way of introducing the inhabitants of this photo, of course.  One of whom I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/615762860616500992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=615762860616500992' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/615762860616500992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/615762860616500992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2009/02/go-on-point-and-laugh.html' title='Go On, Point and Laugh!'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_PD1oRyONM/SYpCRAi0mII/AAAAAAAAASk/S2bavVje2mo/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145793.post-1380655260899371174</id><published>2009-01-21T23:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:25:46.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadly, No</title><summary type='text'>The boy demanded to SEE BOCK BAMA 'GAIN after dinner and who am I to deny him?  He sat mostly still for quite a while during the speech, but finally turned and said, "Obama gonna sing?"Sorry to disappoint, kid.  You must be thinking of John Ashcroft.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/1380655260899371174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=1380655260899371174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/1380655260899371174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/1380655260899371174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2009/01/sadly-no.html' title='Sadly, No'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-8952397686441950194</id><published>2009-01-20T06:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T06:51:09.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day</title><summary type='text'>I can do many things well enough, but few things outstandingly.  One talent in particular that I lack is the fancy-talking.  So I can't write about all the layers of emotion I feel today and all the big thoughts that are going through my mind.  Luckily, I know you're all right there with me, and I don't have to explain.  And I'll let a picture do some of the talking.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/8952397686441950194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=8952397686441950194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/8952397686441950194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/8952397686441950194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2009/01/day.html' title='The Day'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_PD1oRyONM/SXVHnXhm1dI/AAAAAAAAASc/JbIjCi8cbpM/s72-c/Boy.Prez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145793.post-3708850782776886285</id><published>2009-01-05T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:05:41.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so</title><summary type='text'>my mother is twittering.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/3708850782776886285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=3708850782776886285' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3708850782776886285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3708850782776886285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2009/01/so.html' title='so'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-8316419030916555935</id><published>2008-12-21T18:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:12:16.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless complaint</title><summary type='text'>The guy upstairs, despite being very normal and friendly in person, is an email jerk.  I bet he doesn't even realize.  But every email he sends is bossy and curt.  A couple months ago he sent around this email saying "whoever has been using the trash cans please put them out on trash night."  Whoever has been using the trash cans?  Do someone people not produce trash?  Do YOU not produce trash, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/8316419030916555935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=8316419030916555935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/8316419030916555935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/8316419030916555935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/12/pointless-complaint.html' title='Pointless complaint'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-8892626428684948091</id><published>2008-12-20T21:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:14:42.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook continues to jump shark</title><summary type='text'>I've mentioned before that facebook is not as cutting edge as I once thoughtbut seriouslymy grandmother just friended me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/8892626428684948091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=8892626428684948091' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/8892626428684948091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/8892626428684948091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/12/facebook-continues-to-jump-shark.html' title='Facebook continues to jump shark'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-3279543070579658356</id><published>2008-12-14T22:52:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:26:51.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The real reason the churches resent Darwin</title><summary type='text'>On Sunday mornings before noon, the Harvard museums are all free.  Free I tell you!  So that is where you find us, along with half the toddler population of Cambridge, at the Natural History/Peabody complex.  Harvard's Museum of Natural History galleries (and the upper floors of the Ethnography museum) have been largely untouched by modern museum practices.  They do not have carefully curated, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/3279543070579658356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=3279543070579658356' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3279543070579658356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3279543070579658356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/12/real-reason-churches-resent-darwin.html' title='The real reason the churches resent Darwin'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_PD1oRyONM/SUXcL9F6_1I/AAAAAAAAASM/5zu2rgkW-E0/s72-c/IMG_8119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145793.post-7461891618205974724</id><published>2008-12-13T09:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:30:47.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>junk solution</title><summary type='text'>If you have junk to be rid in a great hurry of may I recommend the Free listings on craigslist.  Last night I posted  this and within ten minutes someone had claimed it.  Faster than leaving it on the street on trash night!  Less fussy than Freecycle!  I also received twenty other inquiries, one "WTF?" and one "Don't lose heart, Jesus loves you."  To sum up, craigslist is hungry for junk.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/7461891618205974724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=7461891618205974724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/7461891618205974724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/7461891618205974724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/12/junk-solution.html' title='junk solution'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-3528109672870477487</id><published>2008-11-18T16:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:49:02.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to even begin</title><summary type='text'>Hey! As these children are warehoused in residential facilities and group homes and/or shuffled from one overcrowded foster home to another I'm sure they'll be thinking "Thank Jeebus at least I'm not being cared for by a single person or a gay couple!!!  And thank the Invisible Pink Unicorn my abusers voted to keep it that way!!!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/3528109672870477487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=3528109672870477487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3528109672870477487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3528109672870477487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-to-even-begin.html' title='Where to even begin'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-5482264852274598168</id><published>2008-11-05T23:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:24:22.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I effed up</title><summary type='text'>forgetfulness and 'someone else will do it' disease have conspired to leave me newspaperless today.  I've been to all the all night drugstores and grocery stores and all the street boxes, obviously they are all gone.  do you think people will sell them on ebay??</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/5482264852274598168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=5482264852274598168' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/5482264852274598168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/5482264852274598168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-effed-up.html' title='I effed up'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-7100076824897014945</id><published>2008-10-29T14:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:01:53.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Chicken Nugget</title><summary type='text'>When I offer the boy chicken he says:"chicken NUGGet!"I must state for the record that although he has had pizza, french fries, ice cream, and sour patch kids he found on the bookshelf, I have never offered him a chicken nugget.  He has obviously been frequenting the late night drive through on his own time.  I told my parents this and they thought it was funny.Then my dad created a chicken </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/7100076824897014945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=7100076824897014945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/7100076824897014945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/7100076824897014945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/10/story-of-chicken-nugget.html' title='The Story of Chicken Nugget'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-5120213256763050274</id><published>2008-10-19T20:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:44:52.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz Time</title><summary type='text'>What do these three items have in common?Answer:If you are nearly two, they are all pronounced "FUCK".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/5120213256763050274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=5120213256763050274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/5120213256763050274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/5120213256763050274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/10/quiz-time.html' title='Quiz Time'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_PD1oRyONM/SPvULD9f18I/AAAAAAAAAMY/kxYsM648NXU/s72-c/frog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145793.post-4211416551234865351</id><published>2008-10-13T23:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:27:29.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, you lazy bums, wake up and get to it</title><summary type='text'>Me: Mustache and Gramma have to leave.  They have to go home. Kid: Why?*Me: Well, they have lots of work to do. Kid: Why sleeping?*the endless WHY has arrived.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/4211416551234865351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=4211416551234865351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/4211416551234865351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/4211416551234865351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/10/yeah-you-lazy-bums-wake-up-and-get-to.html' title='Yeah, you lazy bums, wake up and get to it'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-3596656456985648931</id><published>2008-10-10T09:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:39:52.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>File under D for Duh, Dumbass</title><summary type='text'>O RLY?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/3596656456985648931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=3596656456985648931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3596656456985648931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3596656456985648931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/10/file-under-d-for-duh-dumbass.html' title='File under D for Duh, Dumbass'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-7674303046408404003</id><published>2008-10-06T21:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:01:44.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not saying health insurance companies are dumb, but....</title><summary type='text'>My child (&lt;2) today received a letter informing him that a good way to prevent asthma attacks is to quit smoking.  It's never too late to quit smoking.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/7674303046408404003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=7674303046408404003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/7674303046408404003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/7674303046408404003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-not-saying-health-insurance.html' title='I&apos;m not saying health insurance companies are dumb, but....'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-3005633399197985821</id><published>2008-10-06T17:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:13:18.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The fun is over</title><summary type='text'>Recently joined Facebook, but now the relatives have found me.  Topics now off limits to me on there are: politics; swearing; the existence of this blog.  CURSES!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/3005633399197985821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=3005633399197985821' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3005633399197985821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3005633399197985821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/10/fun-is-over.html' title='The fun is over'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-4297528270376217458</id><published>2008-10-04T21:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:17:04.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OH SNAP!</title><summary type='text'>OD:  Am I cute?Boy: No!  Mama cute. I cute.(he and I can agree to disagree, though)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/4297528270376217458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=4297528270376217458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/4297528270376217458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/4297528270376217458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-snap.html' title='OH SNAP!'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-5984972008142505774</id><published>2008-10-03T12:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:15:09.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TM sarah palin</title><summary type='text'>From now on when I get treated bad or dissed in any way due to Teh Gay, I'm going to say "I'm feeling kind of tolerated right now."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/5984972008142505774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=5984972008142505774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/5984972008142505774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/5984972008142505774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/10/tm-sarah-palin.html' title='TM sarah palin'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-3266709878805802409</id><published>2008-09-29T22:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:41:35.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope he's right.....</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/3266709878805802409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=3266709878805802409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3266709878805802409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3266709878805802409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-hope-hes-right.html' title='I hope he&apos;s right.....'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_PD1oRyONM/SOGRwFsJ_oI/AAAAAAAAAKY/F3phcAU7Y_o/s72-c/Obama-I-Got-This.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145793.post-3281559949281918141</id><published>2008-09-11T16:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T16:29:17.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All You Need To Know: Anagram Edition</title><summary type='text'>SARAH PALIN=SHARIA PLANfyi.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/3281559949281918141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=3281559949281918141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3281559949281918141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3281559949281918141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-you-need-to-know-anagram-edition.html' title='All You Need To Know: Anagram Edition'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-2634372772397115654</id><published>2008-09-08T09:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T09:56:57.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Humorous Anecdote</title><summary type='text'>Child:  Want Elmo!  Want Elmo!  Want Elmo!Me: (oh hell)MIL: What does he want?Me: He wants to watch Sesame Street.  Do you get PBS?MIL: Do they still have that show?Me: Oh yeah.MIL: They make new ones?Me:  Yep.  Plus reruns.  It's a big hit.MIL: Do they still have Big Cock?Me: mphgh?MIL: Big Bird.  The yellow chicken. Me: Yep. And with that, I leave you with this youtube video, in which Big C. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/2634372772397115654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=2634372772397115654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/2634372772397115654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/2634372772397115654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/09/humorous-anecdote.html' title='Humorous Anecdote'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-6400201259125571917</id><published>2008-09-03T09:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T10:28:25.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laziness in photo form!</title><summary type='text'>At Gramma's house, I can eff with the violin? RULE.AND throw things at ducks??(I'm selling this one to the New York State Milk Board for ad campaigns)Can't tell if he likes corn or not...I dub thee...sir chickyHe's saying "DONKEY! EAT IT!!!!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/6400201259125571917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=6400201259125571917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/6400201259125571917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/6400201259125571917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/09/laziness-in-photo-form.html' title='Laziness in photo form!'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_PD1oRyONM/SL6Ziw6pdRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/eaozMVHOX-o/s72-c/LaborDayWeekend+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145793.post-3216374175048372492</id><published>2008-08-25T16:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:57:23.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>how not to get a job</title><summary type='text'>from: xxxxx@xxxx.xxxto: shirkymclazy@yahoo.comi came across you add and was very indentured in the position</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/3216374175048372492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=3216374175048372492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3216374175048372492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3216374175048372492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-not-to-get-job.html' title='how not to get a job'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-212046791913025919</id><published>2008-08-19T11:32:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:41:58.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>anarchist or anti-fiat-currency libertarian?</title><summary type='text'>the boy took my wallet, removed the dollar bills (all both of them), crumpled them  up and declared them to be "trash!"  Luckily I caught him on his way to the garbage can, but he was mum on whether motivated by simple anti-government feeling or a desire to move back to the gold standard.  Or perhaps it was a comment on the current value of the USD.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/212046791913025919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=212046791913025919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/212046791913025919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/212046791913025919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/08/anarchist-or-anti-fiat-currency.html' title='anarchist or anti-fiat-currency libertarian?'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-2458551241941610743</id><published>2008-08-05T11:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T11:48:05.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe he's been secretly adding to the netflix queue</title><summary type='text'>Here's something creepy: a language-learning toddler whose new out of context phrase is "They're coming!"repeat as necessary to create proper horror-movie foreshadowing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/2458551241941610743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=2458551241941610743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/2458551241941610743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/2458551241941610743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/08/maybe-hes-been-secretly-adding-to.html' title='Maybe he&apos;s been secretly adding to the netflix queue'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-4426598179900835786</id><published>2008-07-29T10:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T10:46:12.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and candy for breakfast!</title><summary type='text'>Am I a permissive parent?  According to my child's tricycle, which slept in bed with him last night, YES.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/4426598179900835786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=4426598179900835786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/4426598179900835786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/4426598179900835786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-candy-for-breakfast.html' title='and candy for breakfast!'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-223560101404110089</id><published>2008-07-21T15:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T16:21:39.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What To Read And Why</title><summary type='text'>The blogroll just sits there, and no one clicks.I cleaned it up, and below are reasonswhy I read (or don’t) each of them. Go on, click something new!&lt;![if !supportEmptyParas]&gt; &lt;![endif]&gt;A little pregnant-This was the one that led me to all the others.She used to maintain an incredible collection of parenting blog links, including a category devoted to adoption.  This is where it all started.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/223560101404110089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=223560101404110089' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/223560101404110089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/223560101404110089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-to-read-and-why.html' title='What To Read And Why'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-1332453242191565205</id><published>2008-07-16T23:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:45:48.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>needed</title><summary type='text'>for work: personal mottofunny, not too seriousprobably not latin because I won't understand itwhere can I find????</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/1332453242191565205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=1332453242191565205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/1332453242191565205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/1332453242191565205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/07/needed.html' title='needed'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-6805907764607555933</id><published>2008-07-13T14:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T14:14:17.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugaboo Creek Traumatized my Child</title><summary type='text'>Warning!  Apparently child-friendly restaurants with crayons, french fries, and sippy cups may in fact have WILD ANIMALS inside which, although non-alive, will scare the bejeezus out of your child and force you to endure YET ANOTHER meal with someone sitting on your lap, this time whimpering "mooose.....moooooooose....."also, we drove past two days later and he wails "MOOOOOOOSE".  The "will eat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/6805907764607555933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=6805907764607555933' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/6805907764607555933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/6805907764607555933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/07/bugaboo-creek-traumatized-my-child.html' title='Bugaboo Creek Traumatized my Child'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-4749703049035047033</id><published>2008-07-06T17:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T17:10:59.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>public service</title><summary type='text'>I share with you, internet, my new favorite TV show that we've been watching online.  Torchwood! It's like Buffy plus X Files, if everyone were Welsh and a little gay.  Hottness!Watch episodes here</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/4749703049035047033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=4749703049035047033' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/4749703049035047033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/4749703049035047033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/07/public-service.html' title='public service'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-6600829370283092244</id><published>2008-06-27T11:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:39:50.235-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr Foster Went to Gloucester</title><summary type='text'>Here's what I would tell teenagers about avoiding pregnancy (the why, not the how).  When we became parents, my grandmother sent a card, and it was a little different from all the "Congratulations!" cards.  She said,           "Welcome to the constant worry, sleepless nights, and never ending fear."I know it doesn't sound nice, but it was intended in love and that's how I took it.  I was actually</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/6600829370283092244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=6600829370283092244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/6600829370283092244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/6600829370283092244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/06/dr-foster-went-to-gloucester.html' title='Dr Foster Went to Gloucester'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-5469660729974035962</id><published>2008-06-26T12:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T12:14:25.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things The Geneva Convention Would Explicitly Ban, If My Child Were In Charge</title><summary type='text'>-putting on shirts-taking off shirts-putting on pants-sandals-baths-leaving the park-sharing toys</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/5469660729974035962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=5469660729974035962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/5469660729974035962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/5469660729974035962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/06/things-geneva-convention-would.html' title='Things The Geneva Convention Would Explicitly Ban, If My Child Were In Charge'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-3696448874565203848</id><published>2008-06-20T14:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T14:44:18.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>chow</title><summary type='text'>I was a moderately picky eater child.  My parents felt that this was both a character flaw of mine and a terrible indictment of their parenting, and gave me a hell of a lot of static about it.  Because I was also a more-than-moderately stubborn child, this made things a hell of a lot worse and I was quite old before I ate widely. Which I mostly do, although there is a list of things I will not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/3696448874565203848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=3696448874565203848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3696448874565203848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3696448874565203848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/06/chow.html' title='chow'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-3196567171627534505</id><published>2008-06-05T10:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T10:11:39.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"at" "work"</title><summary type='text'>The cat seems confused and I don't blame her, as I'm mighty confused myself, since I'm officially at work, yet my ass is in my own desk chair in my own bedroom.  wha???  yah, today is a work from home day, so I'm "working" from home.  I say that because I have no idea what I'm doing yet.  Also, we communicate with IRC, which is like 1993, and I forget how to use it!  I used to be cool, what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/3196567171627534505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=3196567171627534505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3196567171627534505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3196567171627534505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/06/at-work.html' title='&quot;at&quot; &quot;work&quot;'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-5644308431975414985</id><published>2008-05-26T22:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:04:15.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cutetastic!</title><summary type='text'>weekend with cousins and grandfather mustache</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/5644308431975414985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=5644308431975414985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/5644308431975414985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/5644308431975414985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/05/cutetastic.html' title='cutetastic!'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_PD1oRyONM/SDt2qplqciI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cgXOr1u4tVg/s72-c/memorialweekend+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145793.post-3071648806535403935</id><published>2008-05-23T09:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T10:06:55.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Q&amp;A</title><summary type='text'>The kid still doesn't carry on real conversations, of course (except with himself, while falling asleep, which is very funny), but he can verbally respond to questions like, "what do you want to eat?" Sometimes he answers "narsmwiwx" or something like that which means we play guessing game.  I say "soup? (mo) milk? (mo) yogurt? (mo) potatoes? (mo) veg? (mo)" until I hit the right one.  When I do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/3071648806535403935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=3071648806535403935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3071648806535403935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3071648806535403935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/05/q.html' title='Q&amp;A'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-2629262205486893934</id><published>2008-05-21T22:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:58:24.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivor: Tantrumtown</title><summary type='text'>McCain to Host Possible Veeps at Ariz. HomeDear Friends: Thank you for agreeing to visit my Arizona home on such short notice!  We have a big weekend planned, so I'm sending this agenda to better prepare you all for the great things I have planned.  Remember your sunscreen!0800 Arrival at Compound.  Blindfolds provided during drive to secondary location.0900 Division into shirts and skins0930 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/2629262205486893934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=2629262205486893934' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/2629262205486893934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/2629262205486893934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/05/survivor-tantrumtown.html' title='Survivor: Tantrumtown'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145793.post-3045450827325429335</id><published>2008-05-19T10:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T10:43:03.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And where am I today?</title><summary type='text'>Where else?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/3045450827325429335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=3045450827325429335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3045450827325429335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3045450827325429335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-where-am-i-today.html' title='And where am I today?'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-4141703440440407318</id><published>2008-05-13T21:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T21:07:27.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be under the bed if you need me*</title><summary type='text'>hiding from this*because I have fragglephobia.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/4141703440440407318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=4141703440440407318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/4141703440440407318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/4141703440440407318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/05/ill-be-under-bed-if-you-need-me.html' title='I&apos;ll be under the bed if you need me*'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-6747536800592460489</id><published>2008-05-10T22:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T22:55:42.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenna is the dumb one right? (warning: very whiny post)</title><summary type='text'>Jenna Bush got married, which reminded me that Jenna Bush exists, and also reminded me of my college roommate.  Because they look a little bit alike.  Also, because I think they act a little bit alike.  With the bein' rich and drinkin' a bit too much and so on. Anyway I'm not a big fan of my college roommate lately to be perfectly honest.  She always believed herself to be a few notches better </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/6747536800592460489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=6747536800592460489' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/6747536800592460489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/6747536800592460489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/05/jenna-is-dumb-one-right-warning-very.html' title='Jenna is the dumb one right? (warning: very whiny post)'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-8373311016380121240</id><published>2008-05-05T16:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T16:42:46.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone has a price</title><summary type='text'>how much pay cut would you accept in order to work somewhere where people are smart and funny, where you work at home 50% of the time, versus a place where people are average-smart and a little bit scary, where you get steep travel discounts?  further, both have a certain amount of free food, and both dish out the undeserved praise with a free hand. not that I have any job offers.  I'm just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/8373311016380121240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=8373311016380121240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/8373311016380121240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/8373311016380121240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/05/everyone-has-price.html' title='everyone has a price'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-8798361794668906032</id><published>2008-05-05T12:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T12:04:15.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah, my kid is funny but</title><summary type='text'>this kid will be the funniest person in the universe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/8798361794668906032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=8798361794668906032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/8798361794668906032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/8798361794668906032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/05/yeah-my-kid-is-funny-but.html' title='yeah, my kid is funny but'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-2870608811760644894</id><published>2008-04-30T06:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T07:05:23.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>very, very self-indulgent post</title><summary type='text'>Conversation:Me: no.Babe: NO!Me: Yes!Babe: YES!Me: Copycat.Babe: KIIIIIIIITTTTTTTYYYYYYYYY!!!Phrases spoken in my home for which this post might become the only google result:Mustache is sleeping.*The cat is not a drum.***In the night he gets up and demands "mustache" (grandad) who, if not sleeping, is at least 200 miles away.**self explanatory</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/2870608811760644894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=2870608811760644894' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/2870608811760644894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/2870608811760644894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/04/very-very-self-indulgent-post.html' title='very, very self-indulgent post'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-3656791856745920903</id><published>2008-04-14T16:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T16:39:39.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me, friend, do you like to laugh?</title><summary type='text'>I listen to podcasts while I clean up and fold laundry.  Without podcasts, there would be [more] raisins stuck to the floor.  So I am very much hoping that Croncast continues after their 500th show.  They say that if their audience doubles they will continue 2x a week.  If you like to laugh, subscribe to their podcast.  Maybe try listening to their Vacation show.  That Betsy is very funny.  And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/3656791856745920903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=3656791856745920903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3656791856745920903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3656791856745920903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/04/excuse-me-friend-do-you-like-to-laugh.html' title='Excuse me, friend, do you like to laugh?'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-3392052784747795071</id><published>2008-04-14T10:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T10:04:53.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm calling this one</title><summary type='text'>When 'inconsistencies' are discovered in this book, I get five points.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/3392052784747795071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=3392052784747795071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3392052784747795071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3392052784747795071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-calling-this-one.html' title='I&apos;m calling this one'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-1610407855379354492</id><published>2008-04-11T08:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T09:00:49.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>whoops</title><summary type='text'>Subconsciously I must not want the job I am interviewing for this evening, because I totally forgot about it this morning and left the house dressed all casual Friday.  I don't think I have any time at lunch to get different shoes or some kind of sweater that might distract from the cargo pants and tshirt and sneakers look.  Embarrassing.  I hope they don't think I'm just rude.  I'm just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/1610407855379354492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=1610407855379354492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/1610407855379354492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/1610407855379354492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/04/whoops.html' title='whoops'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-7691440244583670137</id><published>2008-04-06T08:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T08:48:01.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I got it!</title><summary type='text'>Charlton Heston's gun, that is.  (poor taste?  what's that?)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/7691440244583670137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=7691440244583670137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/7691440244583670137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/7691440244583670137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-got-it.html' title='I got it!'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-6668255110629297058</id><published>2008-03-29T23:09:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:04:15.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I pronounce it "nasta!"</title><summary type='text'>The NSTA conference exploded all over our house.  As you can see.  I asked OD to go by the Molt HicSnoodle* booth and tell them to fuck off, you fucking fuckers but she was like "ummmmm...no."  Wuss.*Clever pseudonym</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/6668255110629297058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=6668255110629297058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/6668255110629297058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/6668255110629297058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-pronounce-it-nasta.html' title='I pronounce it &quot;nasta!&quot;'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_PD1oRyONM/R-8FAOCaRFI/AAAAAAAAAIo/z9uWYRa8Occ/s72-c/March+29+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145793.post-3852956128561148212</id><published>2008-03-26T18:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:04:15.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They hired me to type these numbers and hit "enter" all day</title><summary type='text'>I went to a temp job and it was weird.  While I was there someone slipped this note over the cube wall.  Do you think I should worry?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/3852956128561148212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=3852956128561148212' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3852956128561148212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3852956128561148212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/03/they-hired-me-to-type-these-numbers-and.html' title='They hired me to type these numbers and hit &quot;enter&quot; all day'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_PD1oRyONM/R-rIhuCaREI/AAAAAAAAAIg/FBQcRb4Lxbg/s72-c/don%27ttrust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145793.post-1261100086034747688</id><published>2008-03-19T22:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:04:16.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>puunaikutti</title><summary type='text'>It's been about a year since our old-time kitty died, and we said hey!  we have a toddler, and one of us is unemployed!  Let's saddle ourselves with another high-maintenance mouth to feed!  Long story short, new cat!  She was this stray who landed herself in the pound, see, and they happened to give her the same name as our old cat, so how could we let her moulder in the pound?  You see my point.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/1261100086034747688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=1261100086034747688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/1261100086034747688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/1261100086034747688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/03/puunaikutti.html' title='puunaikutti'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_PD1oRyONM/R-Jie-CaRCI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/peJGsX9Jfis/s72-c/March+16+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145793.post-5392955442125882456</id><published>2008-03-17T21:31:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T01:41:38.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like Video Cringe</title><summary type='text'>Have you had opportunity yet today to mock anyone?  If not, you are in luck.  I present to you an extract from a video created nearly nine years ago, when I was young and frustrated with the job hunt. Although I am older now, and have more job interviews behind me, I still feel exactly like this on most days.  Plus ca change etc.  About the hair: I know, okay?  I think someone cut it drunk. 




</summary><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9a43f78eb98f4a7d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/5392955442125882456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=5392955442125882456' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/5392955442125882456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/5392955442125882456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-like-video-cringe.html' title='It&apos;s like Video &lt;a href=http://queserasera.org/cringe.html&gt;Cringe&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145793.post-4698337666708720748</id><published>2008-03-06T15:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T15:34:57.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Available to Hire: Half a Brain</title><summary type='text'>Dear Random House Australia, Penguin House USA, and/or Sarah Crichton Books:I am hereby offering my services as a doubter, skeptic, and all-round Mary Mary Quite Contrary to you for a reasonable salary and benefits package.  I do not actually check facts--I don't have that kind of time or patience--but I am severely non-gullible.  So what can I do for you?  Basically here is how we'll work.  If </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/4698337666708720748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=4698337666708720748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/4698337666708720748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/4698337666708720748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/03/available-to-hire-half-brain.html' title='Available to Hire: Half a Brain'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-6442113424653283337</id><published>2008-03-05T14:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T15:28:27.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Party Ever: You Vote</title><summary type='text'>Two Parties, both amazingly terrible, but so different.  One where I was insanely uncool (or was i?) and the other where everyone else was insanely uncool (or were they?).  Your choice!Party One!I am 13 years old.  I have never been invited to a party that wasn't a birthday party.   I have never thrown a party that wasn't a birthday party.  I am Not Cool.  I am Not Popular.  Middle School is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/6442113424653283337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=6442113424653283337' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/6442113424653283337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/6442113424653283337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/03/worst-party-ever-you-vote.html' title='Worst Party Ever: You Vote'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145793.post-669262464168677818</id><published>2008-03-04T12:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T12:35:30.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd Dreams From the Last Week</title><summary type='text'>Escape To Cuba!a small group of people sets sail in a decrepit small boat, not to escape FROM Cuba, but to flee TO Cuba!  Once there they cannot leave and cannot get wi-fi.  It is a fiasco.The Man Who Knew Too Much!A mafia-esque group of Hasidic Jews is searching for one of their own against whom they have a longstanding grudge.  He has left the community and now lives in Boston as a non-Jewish </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/669262464168677818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=669262464168677818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/669262464168677818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/669262464168677818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/03/odd-dreams-from-last-week.html' title='Odd Dreams From the Last Week'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-9111092470161763034</id><published>2008-02-23T00:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T00:22:03.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>all civics are blue in the dark</title><summary type='text'>I just shoveled out the wrong car! I don't know whose but they better appreciate it.  It's cold out there.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/9111092470161763034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=9111092470161763034' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/9111092470161763034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/9111092470161763034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/02/all-civics-are-blue-in-dark.html' title='all civics are blue in the dark'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145793.post-8727503943115482208</id><published>2008-02-11T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T16:12:59.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this sucks</title><summary type='text'>looking for a job while unemployed sucks ass, people.  I have been pulling out ALL THE STOPS and I've had one disastrous phone interview (see previous), one useless callback (six month positions without benefits...ah, we call that temping where I'm from), and I am making myself miserable in the process. being home all (well most all) of each day has not led to the tidy home I had wished either.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/8727503943115482208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=8727503943115482208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/8727503943115482208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/8727503943115482208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-sucks.html' title='this sucks'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-7434161929543717686</id><published>2008-01-30T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:04:16.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>after-math</title><summary type='text'>1 self-removed diaper and logical conclusion of that incident425 raisins consumed18 dates consumed249 cheerios ground into carpet8293 styrofoam packing peanuts scattered_____=result of one mistimed nap and phone interview"amuse yourself, kid," I said."we're, uh, rated highly by working mother magazine," she said.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/7434161929543717686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=7434161929543717686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/7434161929543717686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/7434161929543717686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/01/after-math.html' title='after-math'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_PD1oRyONM/R6Dyz4C3FNI/AAAAAAAAAII/12ZttcOLtus/s72-c/January+30b+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145793.post-2304491026404494414</id><published>2008-01-30T08:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T08:18:19.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yes, he takes special mischief lessons</title><summary type='text'>Just now I attempted to distract my child by filling his highchair tray with raisins and cheerios, hoping for long enough to check my email [neglect rating:1]. glancing back from the screen to the child I find him standing in his seat, grinning and signing "sit".  "Sit down!" I say."NO!" he shouts.I'm in for it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/2304491026404494414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=2304491026404494414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/2304491026404494414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/2304491026404494414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/01/yes-he-takes-special-mischief-lessons.html' title='yes, he takes special mischief lessons'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-2403661323666019606</id><published>2008-01-29T17:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T17:55:36.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more good things</title><summary type='text'>1- I needed new 'interview' clothes (aka not Ill-Fitting Jeans(tm)) so I went to the special store for ladies of my size and damn, it is nice to try on clothes that don't make you feel like a mutant freak.  Plus I think they have special look-good mirrors there.  If I had money I'm sure I would buy a lotta clothes over there.2- Sleeping in.  Is awesome.3- I feel like I'm accomplishing something </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/2403661323666019606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=2403661323666019606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/2403661323666019606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/2403661323666019606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-good-things.html' title='more good things'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-2233881974537333596</id><published>2008-01-28T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T23:00:17.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>file under: blogs on blogs</title><summary type='text'>some blogs rub me the wrong way. yet, I can't stop reading and imagining bitchy comments I would write if i were a [more] terrible person.   I've had comments deleted before on blogs, but it wasn't because they were mean.  I was trying to be funny and I was *perceived* as mean, or so I figure.  something about my delivery is way off.  also a friend of mine started a blog like last week and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/2233881974537333596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=2233881974537333596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/2233881974537333596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/2233881974537333596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/01/file-under-blogs-on-blogs.html' title='file under: blogs on blogs'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-6138240023080191484</id><published>2008-01-25T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T15:20:59.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Things About Being Caught in a Massive Layoff</title><summary type='text'>-people are very sympathetic and tell you all about "the one time I got laid off,"-gossip spreads: free networking with no awkward cold calling!-everyone sends farewell emails addressed "To the best coworkers ever!", and you can pretend they meant you too-quick way out of that pesky health insurance nonsense</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/6138240023080191484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=6138240023080191484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/6138240023080191484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/6138240023080191484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-things-about-being-caught-in.html' title='The Good Things About Being Caught in a Massive Layoff'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-5775542339768281741</id><published>2008-01-24T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T17:52:44.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha no.</title><summary type='text'>In answer to Christine's question: nope. unless you count the free boxes! they gave us to put our meager possessions into.  Free boxes! woo! nothing interesting happened...early meeting, quick announcement, awkward joking (I am putting that skill on my resume), and interminable waiting for our turn in the exit interview room.  The end!  or is it? Well yes, I won't be back to linger or tie up any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/5775542339768281741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=5775542339768281741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/5775542339768281741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/5775542339768281741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/01/ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.html' title='ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha no.'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-8624963221725145001</id><published>2008-01-24T06:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T06:55:39.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and what does one wear to such an occasion?</title><summary type='text'>I slept poorly, but not for the reason  you think! It is because today is the layoff day.  We're not sure whether Friday will be our last day? or if we'll have to take our stuff and go?  I'm taking my backpack just in case.  One would think that we would actually be asked to finish our projects.  But on the other hand it would be bad business to have a bunch of short timers hanging around, all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/8624963221725145001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=8624963221725145001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/8624963221725145001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/8624963221725145001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-what-does-one-wear-to-such-occasion.html' title='and what does one wear to such an occasion?'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-585461774064926828</id><published>2008-01-23T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T10:34:39.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not On Hiatus--Just Lazy</title><summary type='text'>I don't post, but it doesn't mean anything, except that I'm not creative. The death of a blog is a sad thing.  Although karen of NO is back (as cheek), RIF is gone, finslippy (W!) is 'on a break', and croncast is running out its last 50 shows.  Doesn't everyone inside the computer know they exist for my entertainment??  I'm flailing about trying to remember how people get jobs.  Turns out they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/585461774064926828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=585461774064926828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/585461774064926828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/585461774064926828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-on-hiatus-just-lazy.html' title='Not On Hiatus--Just Lazy'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-4212224519870569024</id><published>2008-01-16T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T11:35:25.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ME EAT HOUSE.</title><summary type='text'>This house is so cute I want to stomp on it like godzilla.  I don't know where he keeps anything but ISN'T IT THE CUTEST?I love the position that a small home reduces my consumption.  it helps me not feel terrible about having my familiy in baby condo (with no outdoor space period).  When I go to peoples houses and they have...another bathroom...another story..playroom...parking...and a yard....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/4212224519870569024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=4212224519870569024' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/4212224519870569024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/4212224519870569024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/01/me-eat-house.html' title='ME EAT HOUSE.'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-7731735005122106831</id><published>2008-01-15T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:04:16.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, sounds good [you giant douchebag]</title><summary type='text'>"...amend the Constitution so it's in God's standards..."                                          -HuckabeeOh absoLUTEly, and WHY haven't we thought of this before??  I took the liberty of getting a head start!!First order of business!  New capital of USA is Mt. Olympus.  It's the dwelling place of the gods!Secondly, nine justices of the supreme court?  Out! nine high priests of AHURA MAZDA? IN,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/7731735005122106831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=7731735005122106831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/7731735005122106831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/7731735005122106831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/01/ok-sounds-good-you-giant-douchebag.html' title='Ok, sounds good [you giant douchebag]'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_PD1oRyONM/R40mZFHW7OI/AAAAAAAAAIA/fcc3lP3GjiM/s72-c/cons3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145793.post-4605582812262406827</id><published>2008-01-13T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:02:12.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>minus one telephone</title><summary type='text'>When the phone tree called tonight to tell OD that there is no school tomorrow, she was so excited she apparently hurled the telephone to the ground.  Now the boy has one new toy, and we have one less phone.  And no school!  Totally worth it.  I still have work.  Maybe my new job should be in a school....yeah, that's the ticket...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/4605582812262406827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=4605582812262406827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/4605582812262406827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/4605582812262406827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/01/minus-one-telephone.html' title='minus one telephone'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-6218207174574286326</id><published>2008-01-11T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T15:26:57.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmmm, Pizza</title><summary type='text'>That murder pizza kid pled guilty for a short sentence.  The end of a weird story.  Don't drink and fight, kids!  Also: if you are stabbed, call an ambulance, do not try to drive to a hospital.  That's not a good plan.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/6218207174574286326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=6218207174574286326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/6218207174574286326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/6218207174574286326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/01/mmmmmm-pizza.html' title='Mmmmmm, Pizza'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-1505644160841751277</id><published>2008-01-08T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T12:10:23.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's peanut butter jelly time!</title><summary type='text'>anyone read this?i dunno, does it mean I can dispense with packing lunches and just send peanut butter smeared on a playing card?even if it's all true--probably can't let anyone see me feeding a toddler nuts.  Dr. Disapprobation From Other Mothers trumps all those germans!! ha!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/1505644160841751277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=1505644160841751277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/1505644160841751277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/1505644160841751277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-peanut-butter-jelly-time.html' title='it&apos;s peanut butter jelly time!'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-2615816963121907052</id><published>2008-01-03T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T11:51:33.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so. cold.</title><summary type='text'>today was cold enough to freeze my ipod.  Also, and I don't know if this was related to the cold, the train shut its door on a woman's arm and when I tried to pry it open THE TRAIN BEGAN TO MOVE.  Everyone started to scream and it stopped.  The End.  I think she was scared though.  I would have been really, really pissed.  Mittens are great but sometimes I think I would like mittens made of hot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/2615816963121907052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=2615816963121907052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/2615816963121907052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/2615816963121907052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-cold.html' title='so. cold.'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-4390730104666242027</id><published>2008-01-02T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:04:16.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year for the tired and lazy</title><summary type='text'>Shut the door on a year that was good but which made me very, very tired.I resolve to continue an excellent record of water conservation by continuing to never, ever, wash the car.  The boy--no longer a baby but a Real Boy--added a few adorable and some not adorable tricks to his bag.  He calls us 'mama' or sometimes 'nananananananananana'.  He started saying please.  He also started amazing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/4390730104666242027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=4390730104666242027' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/4390730104666242027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/4390730104666242027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-for-tired-and-lazy.html' title='happy new year for the tired and lazy'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_PD1oRyONM/R3vymlHW7MI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0pbPWrb1csQ/s72-c/2144700363_7d26e60548_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145793.post-404534240821258159</id><published>2007-12-20T07:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:04:17.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think i'm nearly done</title><summary type='text'>I got this for my sister:baby's getting thisThe BIL is getting These and theseplus some carbon offsets cuz that's how he rolls. Someone's kid is getting an item close to this but I couldn't find an exact picture.And for the yankee swap?  I got this ridiculous object:I very briefly hesitated to actually give it away because the kid decided it was his New Best Friend.  But hello, who wants crap in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/404534240821258159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=404534240821258159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/404534240821258159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/404534240821258159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-think-im-nearly-done.html' title='I think i&apos;m nearly done'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_PD1oRyONM/R2pkwwN8ZII/AAAAAAAAAHg/rG5K2NjTcr0/s72-c/il_430xN.15234340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145793.post-6701274450729284466</id><published>2007-12-13T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:22:37.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Hour Tour</title><summary type='text'>At Three PM on Thursday, OD left her work with the kid, bound for home--a ten mile trip. At Six PM, she called me at home to say she was halfway. At Seven PM, she called to say that she was in the same location she had previously called from. At Seven-ten PM, I packed a bottle of milk, a cup of hot cocoa, the baby's snowsuit and boots, and four charcoal handwarmers in a backpack, and departed the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/6701274450729284466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=6701274450729284466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/6701274450729284466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/6701274450729284466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2007/12/six-hour-tour.html' title='Six Hour Tour'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-8368479864951793763</id><published>2007-12-13T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:15:13.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh, I know it's in central asia?</title><summary type='text'>Something I ordered for someone accidentally  got shipped to Uzbekistan.  Uzbekistan!  that is a JOKE COUNTRY.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/8368479864951793763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=8368479864951793763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/8368479864951793763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/8368479864951793763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2007/12/uh-i-know-its-in-central-asia.html' title='Uh, I know it&apos;s in central asia?'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-3512939475946242600</id><published>2007-12-12T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:04:18.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress</title><summary type='text'>Stayed up late on Amazon.com. This is a dog toy for a dog owning relative.  On rec from caramama, for my grandfather:This is for my dad.  It is about the multiverse.This is a funny book Here is a book for Unkie Jer.  You would be surprised at the selection in this category at amazon.  He will find it funny but hopefully not useful.This is for my mom but I am worried she already has it.And then..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/3512939475946242600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=3512939475946242600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3512939475946242600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3512939475946242600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2007/12/progress.html' title='Progress'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_PD1oRyONM/R2Akm94norI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JCnbX6AexLY/s72-c/31%2BG7gCsemL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145793.post-728710701424297393</id><published>2007-12-10T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:32:36.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More and more and more</title><summary type='text'>It has been a terrible horrible very bad no good weekend chez mclazy.  Someone had a Very Bad Cold and we ended up in the ER, where it suddenly didn't seem as bad as it had at home, but still.  Anyway it was just a cold but, you know, bad.So the result is that my brain is completely fried.  I left the keys hanging from the trunk of the car all night on Friday.  My neighbors brought it in in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/728710701424297393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=728710701424297393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/728710701424297393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/728710701424297393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2007/12/more-and-more-and-more.html' title='More and more and more'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-8008249943598522583</id><published>2007-12-06T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:04:19.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Larious</title><summary type='text'>I should really be choosing the yankee swap item from among the selections highlighed athttp://www.disturbingauctions.com/daily/perhaps the older ladies in my office will not be amused, but I will laugh and laugh for days to see them unwrapping, say, this:Or This:oh man that would be awesome. I still have pudding, there are now two pudding candidates, though one claims not to need the pudding.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/8008249943598522583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=8008249943598522583' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/8008249943598522583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/8008249943598522583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2007/12/hi-larious.html' title='Hi Larious'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_PD1oRyONM/R1goV3nRktI/AAAAAAAAAGI/f67sjvwISlE/s72-c/9846_3.JPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145793.post-7928233876806480456</id><published>2007-12-06T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T09:46:25.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Continued</title><summary type='text'>more suggestions, from thatmommy."Because we are unoriginal, we are doing the digital photo frame and an entertaining flash drive for my parents(a hippie van for dad, TBD for mom) and a new palm-held GPS and one of these  for my partner's geocaching, gadget loving dad. There seem to be lots of USB gadgets around these days.And because we are mean, boring parents, the kids are getting mostly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/7928233876806480456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=7928233876806480456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/7928233876806480456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/7928233876806480456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2007/12/continued.html' title='Continued'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-8269532322681887953</id><published>2007-12-05T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T15:36:12.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Building the Better Gift Catalogue.</title><summary type='text'>Here are Clementine's excellent suggestions.  They may not all suit my strange family, but I am linking them all for the greater good. I don't need the pudding, but here are some possible gift ideas:--A fluffy book possibility for your sister: Getting Over It by Anna Maxted. It's v. funny but also makes me cry. It's definitely chick-litish, though, so be careful if she hates that kind of crap. (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/8269532322681887953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=8269532322681887953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/8269532322681887953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/8269532322681887953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2007/12/building-better-gift-catalogue.html' title='Building the Better Gift Catalogue.'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-7170526244491328452</id><published>2007-12-05T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T10:02:27.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Too Late</title><summary type='text'>The pudding still going begging. Long time reader(s) may recall that last year, we bailed on xmas and bought no gifts. Now I'm out of practice, I have no idea what to get people.  I don't even know what the cool kids are wearing these days. (I suspect they are not wearing ill fitting jeans decorated with spitup and hummus).  what does my sister need?  probably not a fistful of paperclips.  but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/7170526244491328452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=7170526244491328452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/7170526244491328452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/7170526244491328452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2007/12/never-too-late.html' title='Never Too Late'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-5097529428788203497</id><published>2007-12-04T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T10:51:35.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Scavenger Hunt with PRIZE</title><summary type='text'>I was shipped a very expensive product by mistake. they are sending me my real item, but they do not want this one back.Product here.It is the 16 ounce bottle.   Never opened!  NIB! It is not quite two hundred forty dollas worth of puddin', but it's a lot of pudding. I don't need the pudding but I do need help shopping.  So point me to the neatest coolest hardest to find items on the web today, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/5097529428788203497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=5097529428788203497' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/5097529428788203497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/5097529428788203497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2007/12/shopping-scavenger-hunt-with-prize.html' title='Shopping Scavenger Hunt with PRIZE'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145793.post-1049083122636092956</id><published>2007-12-03T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T21:38:10.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What, you're too good to be a member of a marginalized group now?</title><summary type='text'>does this ever happen to anyone else?  You call up or run into someone you've been out of touch with for a long time, and she looks really nervous to see you, and after beating around the bush for a while, finally she mumbles through her fist that she's living with her "boyfriend"??I get the sense that people think I will shun them for not being gay anymore.  Like what am I going to say?  "Aw man</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/1049083122636092956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=1049083122636092956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/1049083122636092956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/1049083122636092956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-youre-too-good-to-be-member-of.html' title='What, you&apos;re too good to be a member of a marginalized group now?'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-2010986540561900782</id><published>2007-11-30T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:04:19.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday Mr. Man</title><summary type='text'>here's what you do:you sign more, milk, book, sing, thank you, apple...in your own wayyou say more, dog, thank you, i love you, mama...in your own wayyou desire spicy food, milk, yogurt, laptop, guitar, violin, dogs, cats, tricycle, vacuum cleaner, and hugsyou stack blocks, you knock them down, you pretend to read books, you bang your guitar like a mini Pete Townshend, you ride your trike but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/2010986540561900782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=2010986540561900782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/2010986540561900782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/2010986540561900782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday-mr-man.html' title='happy birthday Mr. Man'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_PD1oRyONM/R0-Vgj3ldYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7ZDIdE3aUI0/s72-c/1863876427_d5595aa4da.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145793.post-2906541494551803902</id><published>2007-11-29T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T23:40:13.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ha ha ha ha ha ha wheeze</title><summary type='text'>Julie linked to this and I laughed so hard I had to go lie down, then I came back and finished reading it, and I sprained a rib.  oh dear.I'm posting this late because I have something else to post in about twenty minutes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/2906541494551803902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=2906541494551803902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/2906541494551803902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/2906541494551803902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2007/11/ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-wheeze.html' title='ha ha ha ha ha ha wheeze'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-3803025762524236346</id><published>2007-11-29T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T08:25:57.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Neeeeeeever mind</title><summary type='text'>Oh hiiiiiii.  How aaaaaare you?  Oh your little todog is adoooooooorable.  What?  It's Godot?  Oh what an interesting name.  So, which of you is staying home with him?  Oh you both have jobs?  Oh that must be soooo harrrrd.  Oh I could neeeeever do that.  Oh, but you're doing great, really.  Just great.  So what does he like to do?  Really? Play with cars?  Oh how neat.  Ginger is getting into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/3803025762524236346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=3803025762524236346' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3803025762524236346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3803025762524236346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2007/11/neeeeeeever-mind.html' title='Neeeeeeever mind'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-6633841657639034533</id><published>2007-11-28T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T10:09:32.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I don't know the real words!"</title><summary type='text'>As sung by OD. There was an old woman who swallowed a flyI don't know why she swallowed a flyI hope she'll dieHA!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/6633841657639034533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=6633841657639034533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/6633841657639034533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/6633841657639034533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-dont-know-real-words.html' title='&quot;I don&apos;t know the real words!&quot;'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-3362400672699556347</id><published>2007-11-22T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T23:17:02.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We interrupt the dumb stories hour....</title><summary type='text'>...to bring you a gift shopping guide for someone who may have lost a finger in a log-splitting incident. -finger puppets-finger paint-chinese finger trap-little box with a hole cut out where you put your finger to scare someone-fingerless gloves-book about fingerspelling-finger cots-nail polish-trip to finger lakes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/3362400672699556347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=3362400672699556347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3362400672699556347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/3362400672699556347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-interrupt-dumb-stories-hour.html' title='We interrupt the dumb stories hour....'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-1170658902367322002</id><published>2007-11-21T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T12:42:30.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Time My Sister Lost Her Bear, And I Found It, And Revealed The Finding At Great Personal Risk</title><summary type='text'>My sister as a little child had this kind of ugly teddy bear she called "white bear" (we were creative.  my item was called "yellow blanket".  laaaame).  I went to the elementary school, I was in the 3rd or 4th grade, so she would have been 3 or 4.  She went to a preschool across the street, and both schools shared the playground.  So one day she came home from preschool with no bear.  No bear!! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/1170658902367322002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=1170658902367322002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/1170658902367322002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/1170658902367322002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-time-my-sister-lost-her-bear-and-i.html' title='The One Time My Sister Lost Her Bear, And I Found It, And Revealed The Finding At Great Personal Risk'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-8759414605394561943</id><published>2007-11-20T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T08:20:59.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Time I Took The Wrong Train And It Was Really Cold Out</title><summary type='text'>One time in the winter when it was about 5 degrees out, I accidentally got on the wrong train at Back Bay.  The commuter rail is designed for commuters: people who do it every day and know what the hell they're doing.  They understand which trains come when and where.  Dumdums like me stand helplessly on the platform hoping that the train arriving at 4:52 is the 4:56 to Franklin and not the 4:47 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/8759414605394561943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=8759414605394561943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/8759414605394561943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/8759414605394561943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-time-i-took-wrong-train-and-it-was.html' title='The One Time I Took The Wrong Train And It Was Really Cold Out'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145793.post-1441003870494192068</id><published>2007-11-19T09:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T09:38:52.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Time My Parents Let Us Stay Home Alone On New Year's Eve</title><summary type='text'>One time when I was 11, my parents--probably unable to find a sitter--said that I could stay home alone on New Year's Eve with my cousin (also 11) and my sister and her brother (both 7), while the adults went out.  People used to do stuff like this, I really don't think it was considered that neglectful.  Anyway, it was a cold night, with a beautiful cover of thick fresh snow on the ground.  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/feeds/1441003870494192068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145793&amp;postID=1441003870494192068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/1441003870494192068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145793/posts/default/1441003870494192068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirktown.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-time-my-parents-let-us-stay-home.html' title='The One Time My Parents Let Us Stay Home Alone On New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Shirky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15828417429531622405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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></feed>
