<?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-22520087</id><updated>2009-12-18T09:06:57.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Logical Psycho</title><subtitle type='html'>The right to be heard does not automatically include the right to be taken seriously.
   
    Hubert H. Humphrey (1911 - 1978)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Robert &amp;amp; Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022187599427089254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22520087.post-4377197331317235912</id><published>2007-10-31T18:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:11:39.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack-o-Lantern</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/Ryj-l6M-2yI/AAAAAAAAAlo/eb2vzjD3Wcw/s1600-h/jackolantern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/Ryj-l6M-2yI/AAAAAAAAAlo/eb2vzjD3Wcw/s320/jackolantern.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127628102993632034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ROBERT%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled upon the history of the Jack-o-Lantern today and thought I would share it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For those of you unfamiliar with the holiday, the primary symbol of Halloween is the jack-o-lantern, a symbol you make by hollowing out a pumpkin, carving a face into the hollowed-out gourd, then placing a lighted candle inside. According to legend, the jack-o-lantern got its start many, many years ago, when a drunkard and ne’er do well named Jack tricked the Devil into climbing a tree; once the Devil was safely ensconced in the branches, Jack carved a cross into the tree trunk, something that prevented the Devil from climbing down. Jack agreed to help the Devil down on one condition: that the Devil would never bother him again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A few years later Jack died, and when he went up to heaven he was denied entrance because of his wicked ways. That sent him … downstairs … where he was refused entrance because he had previously tricked the Devil. As a result, Jack was condemned to roam the earth forever although, as a sort of consolation prize, the Devil &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; give him a lighted candle to help him make his way through the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Boosted from the &lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/technet/scriptcenter/resources/qanda/default.mspx"&gt;Scripting Guys&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a Happy Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22520087-4377197331317235912?l=logicalpsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/4377197331317235912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22520087&amp;postID=4377197331317235912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/4377197331317235912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/4377197331317235912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/2007/10/jack-o-lantern.html' title='Jack-o-Lantern'/><author><name>Robert &amp;amp; Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022187599427089254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08619790328438961635'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/Ryj-l6M-2yI/AAAAAAAAAlo/eb2vzjD3Wcw/s72-c/jackolantern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22520087.post-6798559950259280361</id><published>2007-09-26T17:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T17:36:44.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me 110%...</title><content type='html'>or get your filthy eyes off my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/ncf/columns/story?columnist=schlabach_mark&amp;amp;id=3017840"&gt;Tiger History&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tigers road trip to ATL for a game against the Bumblebee's this Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad college football is back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22520087-6798559950259280361?l=logicalpsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/6798559950259280361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22520087&amp;postID=6798559950259280361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/6798559950259280361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/6798559950259280361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/2007/09/give-me-110.html' title='Give me 110%...'/><author><name>Robert &amp;amp; Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022187599427089254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08619790328438961635'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22520087.post-1058446468113246712</id><published>2007-09-18T19:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T20:39:21.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>High Out-501</title><content type='html'>Since I can remember I have been involved in a team sport of some kind.  It started at a young age where I played t-ball wearing white polyester pants and a baby blue shirt with the team name scripted across the front.  Later in life I moved on to basketball.  I loved it much more than t-ball, but sadly I am white, short, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; John Stockton.  Then came soccer.  I was quick, tenacious, and somewhat skilled, but soccer was way too competitive at the higher levels, so in college I found Ultimate Frisbee.  I didn't think I could find a sport that challenged me more than soccer, but Ultimate was more than I could hope for.  After college I attempted to play tennis, but that didn't amount to more than 2 seasons of beat downs.  Recently I have joined a dart league with a few friends.  What started as a fun pub game we would play while our wives gossiped in another part of the bar has turned into a weekly organized event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Recently I competed in a game of 501 where darts are thrown and the total points scored is subtracted starting at 501 until one player has no points.  The twist is that you have to double-out.  What does that mean??  It means that you have to hit a double number to end the game.  If you have 20 points left, you have to hit a double ten.  My accomplishment was that I hit a 110 out 20-T20-D15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a big deal and I would have gotten a plaque at the end of the year if it hadn't been for Wes...&lt;br /&gt;Damn you Wes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22520087-1058446468113246712?l=logicalpsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/1058446468113246712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22520087&amp;postID=1058446468113246712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/1058446468113246712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/1058446468113246712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/2007/09/high-out-501.html' title='High Out-501'/><author><name>Robert &amp;amp; Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022187599427089254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08619790328438961635'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22520087.post-4228143433651548858</id><published>2007-09-11T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T19:58:23.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhone Frappe</title><content type='html'>Ran across this and had forgotten about this site...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.willitblend.com/videos.aspx?type=unsafe&amp;amp;video=iphone"&gt;Blender + iPhone = Awesome Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet that's how many people felt after the price of the iPhone &lt;a href="http://www.app.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20070911/BUSINESS/709110325/1003"&gt;plummeted 200$&lt;/a&gt; only 3 months after being released...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now there are more iPods to choo-choo-choose from.  When will Apple product exposure reach saturation??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22520087-4228143433651548858?l=logicalpsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/4228143433651548858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22520087&amp;postID=4228143433651548858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/4228143433651548858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/4228143433651548858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/2007/09/iphone-frappe.html' title='iPhone Frappe'/><author><name>Robert &amp;amp; Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022187599427089254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08619790328438961635'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22520087.post-3338552155770698889</id><published>2007-09-10T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:07:23.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back for now...</title><content type='html'>Wow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what has happened since I have been gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lindsay Lohan got in trouble with the law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lindsay Lohan got in trouble with the law&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I joined a dart league with some friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I got my wife pregnant!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I re-enrolled in my Master's program&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clemson broke into the top 20 in the AP poll&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michael Vick got in trouble with the law&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I installed wood flooring in my house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Man things have been crazy...I am excited to be back if only in a limited capacity.  I will try to update as often as I can.  Goodness knows that I will have plenty to talk about simply regarding the pregnancy.  As a matter of fact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I am having a daughter.  Her name will be Emma and I couldn't be more excited.  I won't lie and tell you that I wasn't rooting for a boy (c'mon Y chromosome!!  You can do it!!!), but I am floored about having a little girl.  Pink is my new favorite color and I can't wait to be a sucker for my princess.  I can't wait to record her first piano or dance recital...I can't wait to tell her that she is daddy's little angel as she lies to me about who broke the glass in the kitchen...and I especially can't wait to intimidate every snot-nose, prepubescent, hormone-raging, trouser stain that talks to my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f38Ne96R3iE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f38Ne96R3iE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an obvious choice but I don't have to be crafty all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22520087-3338552155770698889?l=logicalpsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/3338552155770698889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22520087&amp;postID=3338552155770698889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/3338552155770698889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/3338552155770698889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-for-now.html' title='Back for now...'/><author><name>Robert &amp;amp; Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022187599427089254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08619790328438961635'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22520087.post-3296669149144816335</id><published>2007-06-14T19:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T19:35:09.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Explanation</title><content type='html'>Hey sports fans... sadly I will be taking a short (hopefully) respite from the blogging world to play catch up at my internship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure over the next few weeks I will come up with some gems to write about, but til then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PEEECE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22520087-3296669149144816335?l=logicalpsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/3296669149144816335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22520087&amp;postID=3296669149144816335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/3296669149144816335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/3296669149144816335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/2007/06/explanation.html' title='An Explanation'/><author><name>Robert &amp;amp; Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022187599427089254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08619790328438961635'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22520087.post-1060418138729819428</id><published>2007-06-11T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T20:35:29.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Edisto: In Retrospect</title><content type='html'>For once, &lt;a href="http://www.mapquest.com/"&gt;Mapquest&lt;/a&gt; was dead on.   We arrived in Edisto Beach, SC at 3:30pm and it was beautiful.  No chain restaurants cluttering the drive, no gaudy neon advertising monstrosities, and a house that slept 10-15 people was what we were greeted with.  We sat on a deck facing the ocean which had a staircase that descended directly to the beach.  Staggered arrivals found all parties enjoying cold beer and stories by 4:30pm and questions about what to do for dinner by 5:30pm.  Two pizzas, some wings, and a handful of chicken fingers later the young adults were getting restless about the &lt;a href="http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/2007/06/beirut-edisto-style.html"&gt;SABTOC&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short...I won that bitch.  I am the champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22520087-1060418138729819428?l=logicalpsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/1060418138729819428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22520087&amp;postID=1060418138729819428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/1060418138729819428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/1060418138729819428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/2007/06/edisto-in-retrospect.html' title='Edisto: In Retrospect'/><author><name>Robert &amp;amp; Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022187599427089254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08619790328438961635'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22520087.post-7202939565487819014</id><published>2007-06-05T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:11:39.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beirut: Edisto Style</title><content type='html'>My wife asked me a couple of days ago if we needed to pack a swimsuit for our trip to Edisto, SC this weekend.  There's a beach, sand, ocean...all things that seem a prerequisite for packing a suit, but most of the action that will go down will likely be the fierce competition of beirut in search of the pewter platter prize: the (still to be named) Cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to legend, the (still to be named) Cup is an amalgamation of many other tournament trophies that Robb Calhoun was awarded, nay, honored with in his glorious victories across the world.  Upon returning from his global domination, he felt sad and empty although he had won so many trophies.  Soon, an idea came to him.  Using his formal training in metallurgy and blacksmithing, Robb irreverently melted down the trophies he had won and formed the (still to be named) Cup...the Championship of beirut championships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RmWmcHdqdFI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/bPJb7xvEH8E/s1600-h/calhounie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RmWmcHdqdFI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/bPJb7xvEH8E/s320/calhounie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072643557272745042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defending champion Robb Calhoun defeated his only brother, Jake in a dogfight that lasted 12 hours in the FABTOC (First Annual Beirut Tournament of Champions).  After many successful redemptions, reracks, spinouts, and controversy, Robb held the cup victorious and the brothers shook hands in the name of sportsmanship.  This time, in the SABTOC, Robb will have to hold and maintain his title against a larger field of opponents.  Also, he will have to beware of his notorious "elbow violations".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RmWqE3dqdHI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Ef14eWaQrZU/s1600-h/elbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RmWqE3dqdHI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Ef14eWaQrZU/s320/elbow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072647555887297650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the competition nears, more information will be available as to who will be participating in the SABTOC.  Preliminary reports indicate that the Robert and Polly will attend, as well as Jake and Lindsay, and Brad and his new girlfriend as well as Robb and Libby and of course, Mike and Susan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22520087-7202939565487819014?l=logicalpsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/7202939565487819014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22520087&amp;postID=7202939565487819014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/7202939565487819014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/7202939565487819014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/2007/06/beirut-edisto-style.html' title='Beirut: Edisto Style'/><author><name>Robert &amp;amp; Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022187599427089254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08619790328438961635'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RmWmcHdqdFI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/bPJb7xvEH8E/s72-c/calhounie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22520087.post-2790466598197445219</id><published>2007-05-31T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:56:30.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Onion</title><content type='html'>Like OMG, TISNF!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="onion_embed headline"&gt;&lt;a class="img" target="theonion" href="http://www.theonion.com/content/news/myspace_outage_leaves_millions?utm_source=Distributed&amp;utm_medium=Embedded%2BHTML&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Widgets"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.theonion.com/content/files/images/MySpace-Outage-thumb.frontpage_thumbnail_small.jpg.jpg" alt="MySpace Outage Leaves Millions Friendless" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a target="theonion" href="http://www.theonion.com/content?utm_source=Distributed&amp;utm_medium=Embedded%2BHTML&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Widgets"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.theonion.com/content/themes/onion/assets/logos/onion_super_tiny.png" alt="The Onion" height="12" width="92" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-size: 21px ! important; line-height: 20px ! important;"&gt;&lt;a target="theonion" href="http://www.theonion.com/content/news/myspace_outage_leaves_millions?utm_source=Distributed&amp;utm_medium=Embedded%2BHTML&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Widgets"&gt;MySpace Outage Leaves Millions Friendless&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.onion_embed {background: rgb(256, 256, 256) !important;border: 4px solid rgb(65, 160, 65);border-width: 4px 0 1px 0;margin: 10px 30px !important;padding: 5px;overflow: hidden !important;zoom: 1;}.onion_embed img {border: 0 !important;}.onion_embed a {display: inline;}.onion_embed a.img {float: left !important;margin: 0 5px 0 0 !important;width: 66px;display: block;overflow: hidden !important;}.onion_embed a.img img {border: 1px solid #222 !important;;width: 64px;;padding: 0 !important;;}.onion_embed h2 {line-height: 2px;;clear: none;;margin: 0 !important;padding: 0 !important;}.onion_embed h3 {line-height: 16px;font: bold 16px arial, sans-serif !important;margin: 3px 0 0 0 !important;padding: 0 !important;}.onion_embed h3 a {line-height: 16px !important;;color: rgb(0, 51, 102) !important;font: bold 16px arial, sans-serif !important;text-decoration: none !important;display: inline !important;;float: none !important;;text-transform: capitalize !important;}.onion_embed h3 a:hover {text-decoration: underline !important;color: rgb(204, 51, 51) !important;}.onion_embed p {color: #000 !important;;font: normal 11px/ 11px arial, sans-serif !important;;margin: 2px 0 0 0 !important;;padding: 0 !important;}.onion_embed a {display: inline !important;;float: none !important;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;img src="http://statistics.theonion.com/b/ss/theonionprod/1/H.6--NS/1234567?pe=lnk_d&amp;pev2=MySpace%20Outage%20Leaves%20Millions%20Friendless&amp;amp;pev1=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.theonion.com%2Fcontent%2Fnews%2Fmyspace_outage_leaves_millions%3Futm_source%3DDistributed%26utm_medium%3DEmbedded%252BHTML%26utm_campaign%3DWidgets" style="display: none;" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They forgot to say that it left many sexual predators without anything to do on their Thursday afternoon:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22520087-2790466598197445219?l=logicalpsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/2790466598197445219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22520087&amp;postID=2790466598197445219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/2790466598197445219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/2790466598197445219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/2007/05/classic-onion.html' title='Classic Onion'/><author><name>Robert &amp;amp; Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022187599427089254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08619790328438961635'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22520087.post-5103508447491923741</id><published>2007-05-31T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:11:40.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexi-cation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mexi-cation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;noun&lt;/span&gt;-a period of suspension of work, study, or other activity, usually used for rest, recreation, or travel; more specifically a trip taken to the Mexican Riviera by the Riede's, Muirs, and the Vitali's in July 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/Rl78F4RlJHI/AAAAAAAAAio/fF5koIDiv-w/s1600-h/flight.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/Rl78F4RlJHI/AAAAAAAAAio/fF5koIDiv-w/s320/flight.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070767408401425522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In a little over a month we will be headed for the beautiful beaches of Playa del Carmen where we will enjoy an all-inclusive 5 night furlough.  Not to ruin the surprise, but there is a "Liquor Dispenser" in each room along with a mini bar which holds juices, soda, and domestic beers.  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="GoldText"&gt;A mini bar comes stocked with cold water, soda and domestic beer and a liquor dispenser; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if it runs low, a quick call to Palace Express guarantees a quick delivery&lt;/span&gt;."  Is this heaven on earth? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/Rl7784RlJGI/AAAAAAAAAig/JhUzMoEIZug/s1600-h/theroom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/Rl7784RlJGI/AAAAAAAAAig/JhUzMoEIZug/s320/theroom.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070767253782602850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Not to pigeonhole the trip as an excuse to stay slobbering drunk (hell, I could do that here for much cheaper).  I am trying to think of things that I want to accomplish while we are there.  I would like to avoid getting a (bad) sunburn.  I don't want to throw up in the pool (2 poolside bars do not make that easy).  I would rather not throw up at all.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   When I normally go out with my wife and our friends in town, I stick to beer for 2 reasons: 1) I can effectively monitor my level of intoxication with beer (and I have to since I am the driver)  and 2) Beer is cheaper--plain and simple.  What is to happen when those 2 safegaurds are tossed out the proverbial window??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/Rl8HDYRlJJI/AAAAAAAAAi4/N5fc_MGTeMk/s1600-h/01-dog_hangover1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/Rl8HDYRlJJI/AAAAAAAAAi4/N5fc_MGTeMk/s320/01-dog_hangover1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070779460079658130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Liquor before beer, you're in the clear&lt;br /&gt;Beer before liquor, never been sicker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my ultimate goal is to stay inebriated to a point that I don't get sick and don't get sober.  Maintain the buzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22520087-5103508447491923741?l=logicalpsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/5103508447491923741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22520087&amp;postID=5103508447491923741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/5103508447491923741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/5103508447491923741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/2007/05/mexi-cation.html' title='Mexi-cation'/><author><name>Robert &amp;amp; Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022187599427089254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08619790328438961635'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/Rl78F4RlJHI/AAAAAAAAAio/fF5koIDiv-w/s72-c/flight.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22520087.post-7613016575188092224</id><published>2007-05-29T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T13:39:34.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celeb Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Lindsay "Blow"han is once again in trouble with &lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20040499,00.html"&gt;drugs and alcohol&lt;/a&gt; and Michael Vick is under suspicion of being involved in a &lt;a href="http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2007/football/nfl/05/29/vick0604/index.html"&gt;dog fighting ring&lt;/a&gt; at his home in Virginia...our children are in trouble if these people are role models. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I can't understand is the mentality of celebrities that they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to drive.  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can &lt;/span&gt;understand that the ability to drive is a certain freedom that can't be matched, BUT when you are in a position to afford a personal driver, a limousine, be it Hummer, Navigator, whatever, why wouldn't you take that precaution?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I am going to invent the "Drunk Socialite - Virtual Driver Vehicle Apparatus"or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The DS-VDVA&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; ( patent pending)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DS-VDVA offers the drunk socialite the illusion that he/she is driving the car when in fact the car is being driven by remote control at a centralized location.  Sensors in the vehicle will detect Blood Alcohol Volume whereby an alarm will be sounded for the system to initiate if the level of alcohol exceeds the amount relegated by that state's law.  Multiple cameras on the vehicle will give the sober operator the ability to properly accelerate, brake, and turn the car.  This way the client in the vehicle will still feel like they are driving but they really won't.   Our motto,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "You drink, we'll drive."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential clients include Nicole Richie, Lindsay Lohan, Mel Gibson, George Michael, and Paris Hilton. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In completely unrelated news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top box office numbers are in and the winner's podium goes to Pirates of the Caribbean 3: At Worlds End, Shrek the Third, and Spiderman 3.  I wonder if there has ever been a weekend that the top three movies are the third installments of trilogies?   Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22520087-7613016575188092224?l=logicalpsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/7613016575188092224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22520087&amp;postID=7613016575188092224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/7613016575188092224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/7613016575188092224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/2007/05/celeb-thoughts.html' title='Celeb Thoughts'/><author><name>Robert &amp;amp; Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022187599427089254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08619790328438961635'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22520087.post-4233081614467620297</id><published>2007-05-26T08:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:11:42.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend Marathon 2007</title><content type='html'>Friday marked the North Aiken ladies' last full day of school.  Needless to say celebration was in order for these tireless women who fight to teach and tolerate those that are less fortunate and more trouble.  Some will teach summer school and others won't but regardless, Friday night was a time to rejoice in the end of another year.  Significant others attended the ladies for dinner and drinks...and dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RloEjoRlIeI/AAAAAAAAAdU/krBsgraR4zw/s1600-h/DSCF0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RloEjoRlIeI/AAAAAAAAAdU/krBsgraR4zw/s320/DSCF0412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069369340712002018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RloDwYRlIdI/AAAAAAAAAdM/AN4n5ynLYbs/s1600-h/DSCF0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: right; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 109px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RloDwYRlIdI/AAAAAAAAAdM/AN4n5ynLYbs/s320/DSCF0350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069368460243706322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RlrcZoRlIgI/AAAAAAAAAdk/XKP2oXfaL6Q/s1600-h/DSCF0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 114px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RlrcZoRlIgI/AAAAAAAAAdk/XKP2oXfaL6Q/s320/DSCF0353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069606663424909826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Polly and I tripped to Charelston for the day to meet with Robin and Jason.  We met at the Bubba Gump Shrimp Co. for lunch.  The Riede's took the Vitali's in the first ever and only ever Forrest Gump trivia championship. After lunch the foursome went shopping in the market and on King St.   We looked at a lot of things that we couldn't afford and then didn't buy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RlreIIRlIhI/AAAAAAAAAds/54lj8O6NOkI/s1600-h/DSCF0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RlreIIRlIhI/AAAAAAAAAds/54lj8O6NOkI/s320/DSCF0413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069608561800454674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RlredoRlIiI/AAAAAAAAAd0/t1LWz4AOth0/s1600-h/DSCF0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RlredoRlIiI/AAAAAAAAAd0/t1LWz4AOth0/s320/DSCF0418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069608931167642146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was spent at a friend's house swimming and grilling.  Today (Monday) I am feeling the stupidity of refusing sun screen. O-U-C-H.  However, I was named the best belly flopper of the day!  The things we do for the approval of our peers.  Sunday night we met with my family for a lovely Japanese steakhouse dinner where we could prove to Laurie the existence of Irish Travelers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what today will bring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22520087-4233081614467620297?l=logicalpsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/4233081614467620297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22520087&amp;postID=4233081614467620297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/4233081614467620297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/4233081614467620297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/2007/05/memorial-day-weekend-marathon-2007.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend Marathon 2007'/><author><name>Robert &amp;amp; Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022187599427089254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08619790328438961635'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RloEjoRlIeI/AAAAAAAAAdU/krBsgraR4zw/s72-c/DSCF0412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22520087.post-6127888415914291592</id><published>2007-05-25T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T15:08:19.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock your F&amp;*#$ socks off!</title><content type='html'>I forgot how much this song rocks my face off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pd_p1A7WVNs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pd_p1A7WVNs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, feel free to check out singer/songwriter/chickie Colbie Caillat &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/colbiecaillat"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; Bubbly is a personal favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 songs on my iPod right now:&lt;br /&gt;1: Only You- Yaz/Josh Radin&lt;br /&gt;2: Wake Up Call- Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;3: Hey There Delilah- Plain White Tees&lt;br /&gt;4: Home- Mark Broussard&lt;br /&gt;5: Helena- Nickel Creek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check 'em out if you haven't already!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22520087-6127888415914291592?l=logicalpsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/6127888415914291592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22520087&amp;postID=6127888415914291592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/6127888415914291592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/6127888415914291592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/2007/05/rock-your-f-socks-off.html' title='Rock your F&amp;*#$ socks off!'/><author><name>Robert &amp;amp; Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022187599427089254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08619790328438961635'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22520087.post-1866882248389587727</id><published>2007-05-25T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:11:42.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finale Fodder</title><content type='html'>With the finales of Lost (will they actually get rescued?), American Idol (Melinda shoulda won), Scrubs (J.D. and Elliot are going to get together or aren't they?), The Office (Pam and Jim might finally get together!), and Desperate Housewives (Bree is back feigning pregnancy to protect her daughter, Carlos and Gabi are together again, Lynette has cancer, Mike and Susan finally got married, and Edie hung herself) gone and over, there exists a gap in the Riede household as of what to watch Sunday-Thursday evenings.  We could do something positive, like, say, read a book, go out for a walk, or plant a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank heaven for Fox's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So you think you can dance&lt;/span&gt;.   Or as I like to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So you think you wear pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think your name's Lance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Just when we started to get the DT's from Idol withdrawal, Cat, Dan, Nigel, and Mary are back with auditions from the professional and gifted to the profoundly retarded.   This lead to some impromptu demonstrations from my wife and myself to show that "we still got it".  While my wife has had many years of classical dance training, not to mention several years on the dance team at her college alum, I have only dabbled in Ballroom and the remainder tof my training comes from the street...hahahahah!  Okay, I learned to dance by going to clubs and watching the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0356312/"&gt;Wade Robson Project&lt;/a&gt; alone in my room.  Needless to say, our "demonstrations" were rusty and embarrassing (mostly on my part).   That's what I love about being married.  You are free to make an ass out of yourself without fear of alienating the other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a great Memorial Day Weekend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RLznr47YRaU"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RlcBxYRlIcI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C8V0iUAVcgg/s320/dance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068521853470187970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Click on Napoleon for a fun show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22520087-1866882248389587727?l=logicalpsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/1866882248389587727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22520087&amp;postID=1866882248389587727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/1866882248389587727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/1866882248389587727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/2007/05/finale-fodder.html' title='Finale Fodder'/><author><name>Robert &amp;amp; Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022187599427089254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08619790328438961635'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RlcBxYRlIcI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C8V0iUAVcgg/s72-c/dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22520087.post-5209276792831549423</id><published>2007-05-17T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T13:46:38.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There she goes...</title><content type='html'>You asked for it, here it is:  Your American Idol Post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there were two.  Melinda Doolittle was &lt;del&gt;cheated&lt;/del&gt; ousted last night as the competition was trimmed from a threesome to the final two: Jordan and Blake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bogus. Fraud. Sham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This outcome goes to show that you should never underestimate the power of stupid people in large numbers.  Obviously (to anyone that has watched the show), Melinda deserved to be in the final two being the most consistent and talented of any Idol season (I have only watched this season, but she is that good that I don't have to know what happened in the previous seasons to know that she is by far the best).   So if that is the truth, what the hell happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls between the age of 12 and 17...that's what happened.  Shame on you!  A plague o' both your houses!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake is a talented and attractive young man with multi colored hair and his finger lies firmly on the pulse of contemporary flair.  This, of course, gives him the high-pitched squealing tween and teen chick vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like, OMG Blake is so AWSM!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my wife did her best to cancel out every one of those air-headed, know-nothings, her efforts were thwarted as she was only given three hours and a limited battery to cast her votes.  Don't get me wrong, Blake has a niche.  His scatting/beatboxing/overall hipness is to be commended.  He is a good singer.  He isn't great.  His rendition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melinda and Jordan should have been the final 2.  And I think Blake knows it.  It's not his fault, but I bet he had trouble sleeping last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22520087-5209276792831549423?l=logicalpsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/5209276792831549423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22520087&amp;postID=5209276792831549423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/5209276792831549423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/5209276792831549423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/2007/05/there-she-goes.html' title='There she goes...'/><author><name>Robert &amp;amp; Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022187599427089254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08619790328438961635'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22520087.post-2602950009681551107</id><published>2007-05-16T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:11:42.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RktcyoRlISI/AAAAAAAAAbs/i5l5BeGIUUc/s1600-h/Longo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RktcyoRlISI/AAAAAAAAAbs/i5l5BeGIUUc/s320/Longo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065244230782624034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    The Longo Boys and Momma celebrating Mother's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;        I just wanted to send a Happy Mother's Day &lt;del&gt;shout out&lt;/del&gt; blessing to all mothers: expecting, rookies, veterans, adoptive, pseudo-moms, in-laws, outlaws, step moms, den mothers, class mothers, grandmothers, great grandmothers, pet mothers, and all other mothers;  any woman that has given any motherly advice, comfort, or security to anyone, ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22520087-2602950009681551107?l=logicalpsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/2602950009681551107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22520087&amp;postID=2602950009681551107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/2602950009681551107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/2602950009681551107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/2007/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Robert &amp;amp; Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022187599427089254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08619790328438961635'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RktcyoRlISI/AAAAAAAAAbs/i5l5BeGIUUc/s72-c/Longo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22520087.post-3063410736597486233</id><published>2007-05-06T18:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:11:42.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Lobster Races</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/Rj5TRNfP8pI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SIsxwy-hiME/s1600-h/DSCF0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/Rj5TRNfP8pI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SIsxwy-hiME/s320/DSCF0243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061574586354627218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we actually saw 2 total heats of racing lobsters..."Race" shouldn't really be part of the description of what goes on when the lobsters are put into their respective "tracks."  In one particular heat, not one of the 5 competing crustaceans seemed to care about their objective.  It took some &lt;del&gt;cheating&lt;/del&gt; prodding to get the race underway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking: "Robert, Lobster Races don't really sound all that exciting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you combine live music, local foods, and friends (and alcohol) you can have fun doing just about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/rcriede/LobsterRaces2007"&gt;pictures from the festivities&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22520087-3063410736597486233?l=logicalpsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/3063410736597486233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22520087&amp;postID=3063410736597486233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/3063410736597486233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/3063410736597486233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/2007/05/post-lobster-races.html' title='Post Lobster Races'/><author><name>Robert &amp;amp; Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022187599427089254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08619790328438961635'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/Rj5TRNfP8pI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SIsxwy-hiME/s72-c/DSCF0243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22520087.post-842624204980813378</id><published>2007-05-04T10:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T17:18:10.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crustacean Chase</title><content type='html'>Today, Friday, May 4th, 2007 marks the 250th annual running of the Maine Lobster Races here in glorious Aiken, SC.   Okay, maybe it's not the 250th annual or even the 200th.  I think they started it in the mid 1980s as a spoof on the running of the Kentucky Derby.  Downtown Aiken will be blocked off as local restaurants and stores will be peddling their wares, a local band will take the main stage, and lobsters will be racing in separate heats to win their freedom (the winner of each heat is granted reprieve, the rest are given their hot bath to heaven).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the night rolls in the family crowd will thin as the seedier citizens surface.   There will be underage drinking and numerous public regurgitations.  The smell of garbage cans containing half-eaten funnel cake and cans of domestic beer backwash will waft in contained areas.   All in all the usual crowd will be there...Aiken events down town are like high school reunions: everybody knows everybody and a caste system of cliques and popularity is evident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to post pictures this weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lobster Race!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22520087-842624204980813378?l=logicalpsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/842624204980813378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22520087&amp;postID=842624204980813378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/842624204980813378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/842624204980813378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/2007/05/crustacean-chase.html' title='Crustacean Chase'/><author><name>Robert &amp;amp; Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022187599427089254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08619790328438961635'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22520087.post-7109668074523293599</id><published>2007-05-01T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:11:42.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Addendum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RjeSKNfP8iI/AAAAAAAAAXg/JHemooOviW8/s1600-h/lo_fedup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RjeSKNfP8iI/AAAAAAAAAXg/JHemooOviW8/s320/lo_fedup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059673410491118114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought I had it all covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently a friend of mine faced similar opposition when dealing with FedEx and I felt I should learn from his experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aware that my computer would be delivered today, I left a friendly and informative note for the delivery guy stating that I authorized him to leave the packages at my front door step in case there wasn't anyone home (cause I would be at work, as would my wife).   I signed it.  I even left the tracking numbers of the packages to be left at the door since there would be more than one package.  I even called 2 days ago asking if I needed a special "door tag" to officially allow packages to be left at my door.  I asked this question directly relating to this &lt;a href="http://www.fedex.com/us/services/options/signatureoptions.html"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; where it indicates that "Indirect Signature" means that signing a FedEx door tag will allow the driver to leave the package at the door.  The woman told me no, that any piece of paper would be sufficient.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hours of checking the e-updates through the tracking numbers I read the words - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Delivery Exception&lt;/span&gt;- customer not available...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through all the BULLSHIT and came up with empty hands.  I have called FedEx and I can't pick it up myself without chancing a 24/48 hour delay.  AND, even if I sign the door tag that is hanging from my doorknob right now, it is the driver's discretion to leave the package if he thinks it's safe to leave.  I can't change the address the package will be delivered to, only the shipper can.  And that will delay shipment as well.  So now, my computer is floating out there somewhere, alone with a stranger, helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I am angry.  The customer service for FedEx sucks.  Wait time on the phone was short and the operators were kind, apologetic, and helpful, but it seems that their hands were tied by a system that doesn't allow them to help the customer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be using their services anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22520087-7109668074523293599?l=logicalpsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/7109668074523293599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22520087&amp;postID=7109668074523293599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/7109668074523293599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/7109668074523293599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/2007/05/addendum.html' title='Addendum'/><author><name>Robert &amp;amp; Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022187599427089254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08619790328438961635'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RjeSKNfP8iI/AAAAAAAAAXg/JHemooOviW8/s72-c/lo_fedup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22520087.post-442939346101114542</id><published>2007-05-01T11:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:11:42.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May Day....May Day....May Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RjdobtfP8hI/AAAAAAAAAXY/3B5CIwHz3Kg/s1600-h/bsod.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RjdobtfP8hI/AAAAAAAAAXY/3B5CIwHz3Kg/s320/bsod.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059627531650462226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Today I will be receiving my new computer from Dell after the BSOD encounter from last Friday.  Let me preface: Friday morning of last week, my wife was using the computer and it began to make a clicking noise.  As the resident techie I went to investigate and encountered the ill-received Blue Screen of Death (BSOD).  After reboot I realized that there was a problem with my hard drive, I couldn't boot up at all and I cried with no shame.  I regretted all those times I said that I would back up my files and never did.  &lt;br /&gt;    At our home, being unplugged for more than 12 hours is unacceptable so I took the opportunity to upgrade to a new computer.  I was on the phone with Dell by 11am and my order was placed shortly thereafter.  Upon returning home from work that evening I found that my laptop simply needed a rest and booted up without incident.  It has been working since and I have properly backed up all files.  Although I could have cancelled my order from Dell, I took this event as a sign that it was time to get a new system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that the turn-around from ordering from Dell Friday and receiving Tuesday is quite exceptional.   Now I wait at my desk, clicking the Tracking number from FedEx as I wait for the message "Package Delivered" so I can fake a stomachache, go home early from work and play with my new toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Under the Hood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Robert's Compy 2.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Intel Core 2 Duo (1.8g, 800FSB)&lt;br /&gt;250g hard drive&lt;br /&gt;2G RAM&lt;br /&gt;20in (viewable) wide-screen flat panel monitor&lt;br /&gt;256mg Radeon Video Card&lt;br /&gt;16x DVD +/- RW drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, I'm getting another Dell...sorry, I couldn't resist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22520087-442939346101114542?l=logicalpsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/442939346101114542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22520087&amp;postID=442939346101114542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/442939346101114542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/442939346101114542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/2007/05/may-daymay-daymay-day.html' title='May Day....May Day....May Day'/><author><name>Robert &amp;amp; Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022187599427089254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08619790328438961635'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RjdobtfP8hI/AAAAAAAAAXY/3B5CIwHz3Kg/s72-c/bsod.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22520087.post-4649285651912318826</id><published>2007-04-30T13:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T13:54:07.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggers Block?</title><content type='html'>This is the anti-post...I have had no muse, no inspiration for ranting and raving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently been reading up on Lotus Notes in anticipation of a job offer from an interview I had almost two weeks ago.  If I end up getting the job, nepotism will have reached new heights as I am not scholastically qualified for the position.  However, I do have the technical mindset and the potential to be great in the position.  I felt important in my suit as I introduced myself.  I felt the interviews went well and I hope I hear back something soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I can't say much.  Life is good.  I'll return with more if the inspiration comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22520087-4649285651912318826?l=logicalpsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/4649285651912318826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22520087&amp;postID=4649285651912318826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/4649285651912318826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/4649285651912318826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/2007/04/bloggers-block.html' title='Bloggers Block?'/><author><name>Robert &amp;amp; Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022187599427089254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08619790328438961635'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22520087.post-4896657922717525380</id><published>2007-04-17T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:11:43.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolences</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RiUBhuho3nI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Sn2AWbTGZEg/s1600-h/half.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RiUBhuho3nI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Sn2AWbTGZEg/s320/half.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054447835729682034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God's grace and mercy be with those affected by yesterday's shooting at Virginia Tech. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God's judgment on the wicked be swift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22520087-4896657922717525380?l=logicalpsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/4896657922717525380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22520087&amp;postID=4896657922717525380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/4896657922717525380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/4896657922717525380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/2007/04/condolences.html' title='Condolences'/><author><name>Robert &amp;amp; Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022187599427089254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08619790328438961635'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RiUBhuho3nI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Sn2AWbTGZEg/s72-c/half.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22520087.post-6273108342868603340</id><published>2007-04-05T09:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:11:43.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough</title><content type='html'>As a part of the minority of TV viewers that weren't glued to the screen Tuesday and Wednesday nights for the 'American Idol' phenomenon for the past 5 years, I didn't understand the big deal with people being voted off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those years have come and gone.  Get that no-talent, grinning-idiot off the damn show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RhT73V5DCTI/AAAAAAAAAP0/2kaZdbMZg5I/s1600-h/BT-sanjaya-gallery-1974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RhT73V5DCTI/AAAAAAAAAP0/2kaZdbMZg5I/s320/BT-sanjaya-gallery-1974.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049938010376964402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kudos to the guys over at &lt;a href="http://www.bustedtees.com"&gt;bustedtees.com&lt;/a&gt; for this bitchin' shirt graphic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22520087-6273108342868603340?l=logicalpsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/6273108342868603340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22520087&amp;postID=6273108342868603340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/6273108342868603340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/6273108342868603340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/2007/04/enough.html' title='Enough'/><author><name>Robert &amp;amp; Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022187599427089254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08619790328438961635'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RhT73V5DCTI/AAAAAAAAAP0/2kaZdbMZg5I/s72-c/BT-sanjaya-gallery-1974.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22520087.post-8384456035180241270</id><published>2007-03-28T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T15:31:29.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updatin' Like Crazy</title><content type='html'>Here's a quick rundown of the recent goings on in my marvelous microcosm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGAGEMENT and more!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother John recently asked his girlfriend Lauren to marry him and she was kind enough to oblige...Jon Jon is getting married!!!!  We are all very excited for him:)  And if that wasn't enough great news for him, the betrothed couple also purchased a home as well!!!  How very wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;FERTILE MYRTLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister just found out a couple of weeks ago that she is pregnant with her third child.  Blaze (my nephew) has quite a job ahead of him as big brother to Carol Ann, Heather, and the soon-to-be-named sibling on the way! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;For he's a jolly good fellow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big John had a birthday.  What a great way to spend family night.   The birthday boy is the one in the feather boa.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Horse? I didn't see no stinkin' horse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was the Spring Steeplechase here in Aiken.  Family and close friends were on hand to make this years "Ritali" population quadruple from last year's attendance.  Truckloads of sunblock were on hand to fight the harmful UV attack from our precious solar system's star.  It was used liberally and I am happy to say that Polly and I came out with little to no sunburn at all.  We also hydrated ourselves with plenty of beer (there's water in beer, right?).   Wagering for the weekend didn't go very well at all.  I was the first player out of the poker game the night before the races and didn't win a single pot on any of the horses I picked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Funny Pants Week (AKA White Male Executive Mecca)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master's Week descends upon the CSRA next week.  Hundreds of thousands will converge upon this region to see the Azalea's, Amen Corner, and the manicured lawns of the Augusta National.   Houses will be rented, parties will rage, and cigars will be smoked...most importantly it is a break for my wife Polly.  She gets some time to herself next week:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's the rundown for now...later people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22520087-8384456035180241270?l=logicalpsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/8384456035180241270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22520087&amp;postID=8384456035180241270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/8384456035180241270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/8384456035180241270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/2007/03/updatin-like-crazy.html' title='Updatin&apos; Like Crazy'/><author><name>Robert &amp;amp; Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022187599427089254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08619790328438961635'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22520087.post-4697513622729124475</id><published>2007-03-16T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:11:43.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart Wikipedia- The Grog Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RfreSh-xWMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/P3axo3M6r64/s1600-h/Sea_Captain_300.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RfreSh-xWMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/P3axo3M6r64/s320/Sea_Captain_300.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042587142735354050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avast maties, scrub the poop deck and hoist the sails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I said "poop"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let me describe the evolution of a blog post:&lt;br /&gt;Today I began with an idea of what I was going to write about.  I thought I should do a preemptive, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;St. Patrick's Day Eve&lt;/span&gt; post describing some of the traditions associated with this holiday.  I would of course mention beer, green beer, the Irish, whiskey, parties, parades, and snakes in this lil' post 'o mine.  My mind jumped to something I recalled from John Leguizamo's One-Man show, "Freak" where he encountered a group of drunken Irish brothers whom he nicknamed, Grog, Ale, Mead, Killian, Guinness, and Stout.  I began to think, "I don't know what Grog is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wikipedia to the rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I still am not sure about what Grog is exactly (from what I could gather it had something to do with dilution of rum with fresh water and citrus juices), what I did learn is the history of this drink has a direct relation to why the British are sometimes referred to as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;limeys&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to ration rum, British sailors on board with Admiral Edward Vernon often cut the rum with water and limes or other citrus juices.  This practice also made them one of the more healthy because unbeknownst to them, the sailors were fending off diseases, mainly scurvy, by consuming vitamin C in their "Grog."  Hence, British sailors were referred to as "limeys" because of all the limes they would consume with their rum concoction.  Although "limey" is derogatory nomenclature, it holds an inherent value of blind luck and intelligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;  "A mighty bowl on deck he drew.&lt;br /&gt; And filled it to the brink;&lt;br /&gt; Such drank the Burford's gallant crew,&lt;br /&gt; And such the gods shall drink,&lt;br /&gt; The sacred robe which Vernon wore&lt;br /&gt; Was drenched within the same;&lt;br /&gt; And hence his virtues guard our shore,&lt;br /&gt; And Grog derives its name."&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt sumptin new e'ry day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming tomorrow- the St. Patty's Day Post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22520087-4697513622729124475?l=logicalpsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/4697513622729124475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22520087&amp;postID=4697513622729124475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/4697513622729124475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22520087/posts/default/4697513622729124475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logicalpsycho.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-heart-wikipedia-grog-post.html' title='I Heart Wikipedia- The Grog Post'/><author><name>Robert &amp;amp; Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022187599427089254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08619790328438961635'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7C0RehWZ2ik/RfreSh-xWMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/P3axo3M6r64/s72-c/Sea_Captain_300.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>