<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153083</id><updated>2009-02-20T20:13:06.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rising Like A Trout</title><subtitle type='html'>Gloriously inconsistent.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>sac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153083.post-112732443150469702</id><published>2005-09-21T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T10:40:31.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Re-Opening</title><summary type='text'>So this used to be my place to whine and bitch about my life. Waaa, we don't have health insurance, waaa, my wife and I aren't getting along, waaa, my job sucks. Now, we do have health insurance and my wife, E, and I are getting along nicely, and even my job is alright. Hell, they're sending me to New York for a week. Lesser men, when faced with this bland contentment, would give up, quit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/112732443150469702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/112732443150469702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girth.blogspot.com/2005/09/grand-re-opening.html' title='Grand Re-Opening'/><author><name>sac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06534104086525991631'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153083.post-108733758557449738</id><published>2004-06-15T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T15:13:05.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boogie fever, in more ways than one</title><summary type='text'>Happy birthday Nick. One year on the planet and already, you���re the best dancer in the family.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/108733758557449738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/108733758557449738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girth.blogspot.com/2004/06/boogie-fever-in-more-ways-than-one.html' title='Boogie fever, in more ways than one'/><author><name>sac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06534104086525991631'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153083.post-108518294866182946</id><published>2004-05-21T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T16:42:28.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stablize</title><summary type='text'>I've decided to re-engage the Trout as things have stabilzed quite a bit onthe homefront since I abandoned this place. We are doing incredibly well, financially, for the first time in two years, and I can't believe how much that contributes to our mental well-being. Our relationship is back on track, or at least it isn't in danger of derailment. However, I am noticing how different we are. More</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/108518294866182946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/108518294866182946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girth.blogspot.com/2004/05/stablize.html' title='Stablize'/><author><name>sac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06534104086525991631'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153083.post-107651986680928802</id><published>2004-05-21T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T14:49:09.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And a smirk shall rule us.</title><summary type='text'>Courtesy of 1115.org comes the Center for American Progress who put together this point by point analysis of Bush's Meet the Press appearance on Sunday.I don't mean to get all political on you, but I am ready to do almost anything to get the current assmuch out of office. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107651986680928802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107651986680928802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girth.blogspot.com/2004/05/and-smirk-shall-rule-us.html' title='And a smirk shall rule us.'/><author><name>sac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06534104086525991631'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153083.post-107651819932053438</id><published>2004-05-21T14:48:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T14:48:55.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like to watch.</title><summary type='text'>I don't know who billmon of The Whiskey Bar really is, or how he can write so copiously and thoughtfully on a daily basis while maintaining a job. His post today is great and reminded me of how fucking off the charts brilliant the movie Being There is. I think it's in the top 3 for me, #1 being Dr. Strangelove, so I guess I have some sort of affinity for Peter Sellers. Incidentally, Dr. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107651819932053438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107651819932053438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girth.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-like-to-watch.html' title='I like to watch.'/><author><name>sac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06534104086525991631'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153083.post-107645605245046921</id><published>2004-05-21T14:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T14:48:43.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Italian Food</title><summary type='text'>Went out on Saturday night with E. My parents watched the kids overnight for the first time in over 2 years. We ate at an overpriced Italian place that turned out to be quite average, although the d茅cor was nice. Conversation with E went from trivial to serious very quickly, as we had been building up to this point for months. We talked about ���our relationship��� and how we basically don���t </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107645605245046921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107645605245046921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girth.blogspot.com/2004/05/italian-food.html' title='Italian Food'/><author><name>sac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06534104086525991631'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153083.post-107645500829587351</id><published>2004-05-21T14:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T14:48:31.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The blind leading the clueless.</title><summary type='text'>In a conference call today, the term "viral marketing" was brought up. The Marketing department (aside from myself) was not familiar with this term. I would be saddened by this if not for the fact that I gained major brownie points for defining this rather aging trend to the meeting attendees, including the Marketing Supervisor. I work in Sacramento, which is not exactly Bumfuck, Egypt. But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107645500829587351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107645500829587351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girth.blogspot.com/2004/05/blind-leading-clueless.html' title='The blind leading the clueless.'/><author><name>sac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06534104086525991631'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153083.post-107645060121327756</id><published>2004-05-21T14:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T14:48:21.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Either brilliant or obsessive or obsessively brilliant.</title><summary type='text'>People like Paul Ford make me feel like a mental midget.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107645060121327756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107645060121327756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girth.blogspot.com/2004/05/either-brilliant-or-obsessive-or.html' title='Either brilliant or obsessive or obsessively brilliant.'/><author><name>sac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06534104086525991631'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153083.post-107643676074160217</id><published>2004-05-21T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T14:48:09.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy Yourself.</title><summary type='text'>I would move here in a second.Terry Hall is the mayor and Missy is the sheriff. You hear Prince's "Pussy Control" when you're on hold with the DMV. Pretty Girls Makes Graves owns all the bodegas. Sunset starts at 2 PM and lasts until 2 AM. Condoms, coffee and vodka are free. Ghostface Killah tends bar at The Rusty Toothpick. He makes a wicked Horse's Neck and will drive you home in his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107643676074160217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107643676074160217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girth.blogspot.com/2004/05/enjoy-yourself.html' title='Enjoy Yourself.'/><author><name>sac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06534104086525991631'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153083.post-107635475571026230</id><published>2004-05-21T14:47:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T14:47:59.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Linking in lieu of thinking.</title><summary type='text'>OK, why are you here when you could be here? Eeksy Peeksy has been on my list for awhile, but I feel the need to give him a more prominent plug. Me? I haven't had anything interesting to say for about 13 days, now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107635475571026230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107635475571026230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girth.blogspot.com/2004/05/linking-in-lieu-of-thinking.html' title='Linking in lieu of thinking.'/><author><name>sac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06534104086525991631'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153083.post-107602412719604193</id><published>2004-05-21T14:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T14:47:48.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk about freedom of fucking information!</title><summary type='text'>This is too damn cool, a catalogue of files from Paul O'Neil's days in the Bush administration. Thanks to Wonkette for that link. And you should all be reading her stuff on a daily basis.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107602412719604193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107602412719604193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girth.blogspot.com/2004/05/talk-about-freedom-of-fucking.html' title='Talk about freedom of fucking information!'/><author><name>sac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06534104086525991631'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153083.post-107601462195446245</id><published>2004-05-21T14:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T14:47:36.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get a room!</title><summary type='text'>Oh Jesus, I am attempting to bury my head and avoid the raging argument two of my co-workers are in the middle of right now. They���ve already tried to drag me into it, but I pleaded ignorance to things like server connections, XML feeds, and the existence of computers in general. It has devolved into personal attacks and sarcasm. Christ, they should just get married, already.Help me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107601462195446245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107601462195446245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girth.blogspot.com/2004/05/get-room.html' title='Get a room!'/><author><name>sac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06534104086525991631'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153083.post-107593823082251599</id><published>2004-05-21T14:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T14:47:25.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doonesbury Kerry</title><summary type='text'>No way! Kerry in Doonesbury, circa 1971. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107593823082251599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107593823082251599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girth.blogspot.com/2004/05/doonesbury-kerry.html' title='Doonesbury Kerry'/><author><name>sac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06534104086525991631'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153083.post-107593687812134671</id><published>2004-05-21T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T14:47:14.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are my co-workers staring at me?</title><summary type='text'>Check out this cool little trick you can do at your desk. I'm a drummer at it even works on me. Damn you, neural wiring!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107593687812134671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107593687812134671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girth.blogspot.com/2004/05/why-are-my-co-workers-staring-at-me.html' title='Why are my co-workers staring at me?'/><author><name>sac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06534104086525991631'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153083.post-107593384113361512</id><published>2004-05-21T14:46:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T14:47:03.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We have it on good intelligence...</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever engaged in a pre-emptive fashion strike? Or even more obsessively catalogued, a ���pre-emptive, pre-ironic fashion strike���? That is, you can see a fashion trend coming down the pike and/or that fad from 7 years ago is just about to blossom into blissful ironic ripeness, so you take a chance and start sporting the gear before the tides have come in.  I have done this.And I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107593384113361512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107593384113361512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girth.blogspot.com/2004/05/we-have-it-on-good-intelligence.html' title='We have it on good intelligence...'/><author><name>sac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06534104086525991631'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153083.post-107583046651810352</id><published>2004-05-21T14:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T14:46:49.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, cool.</title><summary type='text'>At the risk of this blog becoming yet another link-happy respository of ephemera, I give you this.Sort of like the guestmap featured at right (which very few people choose to use, by the way. Of course, very few people actually visit the Trout), but cooler.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107583046651810352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107583046651810352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girth.blogspot.com/2004/05/wow-cool.html' title='Wow, cool.'/><author><name>sac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06534104086525991631'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153083.post-107576104749079032</id><published>2004-05-21T14:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T14:46:37.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tit for Tat</title><summary type='text'>First off, I make no apologies for the title of this post. Somebody had to do it, and it may as well have been me.Second off, I will leave commenting on Janet Jackson's right boobie to an expert, namely, billmon at Whiskey Bar. Seriously, go there, the guy is a serious writer and I agree totally with him on this topic.Third off, you're damn right I Tivo'd the whole thing and rewound it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107576104749079032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107576104749079032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girth.blogspot.com/2004/05/tit-for-tat.html' title='Tit for Tat'/><author><name>sac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06534104086525991631'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153083.post-107550033149557793</id><published>2004-05-21T14:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T14:46:26.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meta-Spam</title><summary type='text'>I'm thinking of becoming a freelance spam writer. -----Original Message-----From: bob [mailto:bob@yobob.com] Sent: Friday, January 16, 2004 11:49 AMTo: ���Jim���Subject: RE: That question you hadAre you tired of having your email account clogged with unwanted spam? Do you want to regain control of your online life? Shouldn���t you be able to download midget porn without worrying about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107550033149557793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107550033149557793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girth.blogspot.com/2004/05/meta-spam.html' title='Meta-Spam'/><author><name>sac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06534104086525991631'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153083.post-107548436508607093</id><published>2004-05-21T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T14:46:12.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental parental.</title><summary type='text'>FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!OK, here's the deal: E and I haven't had 24 hours without the kids in 3 years. Three. Years. So tonight, the kids were going to stay with my parents overnight and we were going to go out to eat and a see a movie and stay up all night and sleep in tomorrow. Well, the kids starting throwing up late last night. I hate to sound selfish, but I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107548436508607093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107548436508607093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girth.blogspot.com/2004/05/mental-parental.html' title='Mental parental.'/><author><name>sac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06534104086525991631'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153083.post-107541115697723286</id><published>2004-05-21T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T14:45:58.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...but I know what i like.</title><summary type='text'>Oh man, I could spend all day here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107541115697723286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107541115697723286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girth.blogspot.com/2004/05/but-i-know-what-i-like.html' title='...but I know what i like.'/><author><name>sac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06534104086525991631'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153083.post-107539907457228172</id><published>2004-05-21T14:41:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T14:41:52.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothin' like good music and a close shave.</title><summary type='text'>I freakin' love Radiohead and I say this with some trepidation, because they are so good and their goodness has been so chronicled that to say you like Radiohead almost sounds lazy. I really should be trying harder, I know. But yeah, I said it and this guy says it much better than I could. Some of the other stuff on his site veers sharply into pretention, but his song-by-song dissection of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107539907457228172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107539907457228172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girth.blogspot.com/2004/05/nothin-like-good-music-and-close-shave.html' title='Nothin&apos; like good music and a close shave.'/><author><name>sac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06534104086525991631'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153083.post-107533133433831382</id><published>2004-05-21T14:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T14:41:41.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Class of 2011</title><summary type='text'>Youthful antics are generational, in nature, and possibly progressing at an exponential rate. To whit:My dad and his best friend from high school were reminiscing one night over a few drinks about the things they pulled back in the day. They consisted of such impossibly wholesome and endearing pranks like sneaking "cans of beer" on to the bus during senior trip, going barefoot at graduation, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107533133433831382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107533133433831382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girth.blogspot.com/2004/05/class-of-2011.html' title='Class of 2011'/><author><name>sac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06534104086525991631'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153083.post-107532035988718071</id><published>2004-05-21T14:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T14:41:29.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still at it.</title><summary type='text'>Upcoming Morrissey song titles culled from the ring of impossibly cool and accomplished people found within the slower.net links page:Life Is A Series Of People Saying GoodbyeTeenage Dad On His EstateI Have Forgiven JesusCome Back To CamdenHow Can Anybody Possibly Know How I Feel?Gotta hand to him, he's hilarious. Here is the link.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107532035988718071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107532035988718071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girth.blogspot.com/2004/05/still-at-it.html' title='Still at it.'/><author><name>sac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06534104086525991631'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153083.post-107524543390241222</id><published>2004-05-21T14:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T14:41:18.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um, crap.</title><summary type='text'>Heard back from possible job. New status: impossible job. Read: Thanks for coming in to speak with me regarding the writer position we were interviewing for. It was extremely difficult choosing one person out of all I spoke with, and while we have chosen another candidate for our immediate opening, I hope we can call on you in the future as we do expect to expand the department again. I need </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107524543390241222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107524543390241222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girth.blogspot.com/2004/05/um-crap.html' title='Um, crap.'/><author><name>sac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06534104086525991631'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153083.post-107524114328946748</id><published>2004-05-21T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T14:41:06.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Being a normal type person, I���ve done a lot of stupid shit in my life, the usual stupid shit involving alcohol, drugs, sex, music, driving, etc. Blogcloggers that I promise never to dissect out of a misguided assumption that a) they are worth dissecting and b) I have half the talent to make them interesting (see Eurotrash, who absolutely crushes every other blogger with her wit, for that). No, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107524114328946748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153083/posts/default/107524114328946748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girth.blogspot.com/2004/05/being-normal-type-person-ive-done-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>sac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06534104086525991631'/></author></entry></feed>