<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301</id><updated>2011-10-11T17:27:55.369-04:00</updated><category term='Whalers'/><category term='Hockey'/><category term='Drinking'/><category term='Olympics'/><category term='Gary Bettman'/><category term='Dating'/><category term='Victory is Mine'/><category term='Instant Replay'/><category term='Current Events'/><category term='Yankees'/><category term='College Basketball'/><category term='France'/><category term='Winter Classic'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='Boston'/><category term='Tests'/><category term='Baseball'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='Liquor'/><category term='A-Rod'/><category term='Red Sox'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Redskins'/><category term='Spam'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Polls'/><category term='Football'/><category term='Lists'/><category term='Sarah Palin'/><category term='I&apos;m An Idiot'/><title type='text'>rememberthewhalers</title><subtitle type='html'>the blog of jon gibbons</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>208</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-5435496293207657426</id><published>2011-03-02T13:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:11:38.022-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Palin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Rejected Titles for Bristol Palin's Memoir</title><summary type='text'>Life at 20. Whew! When Will I Ever Find the Time to Watch Jersey Shore?
Oh Noes! A Baby!, or, The Father of My Child is A Big Jerkface Meanie-head
What to Do When Your Dad Has No Balls Left Because Your Mom Ate Them
Life In the Big City: How to Survive In a Place With a Population of 1,000
I Still Think I Should've Won Dancing With the Stars. Thanks for Nothing, America!
Not Afraid of Life, But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/5435496293207657426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/5435496293207657426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#5435496293207657426' title='Rejected Titles for Bristol Palin&apos;s Memoir'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-4482301978418077731</id><published>2011-02-17T17:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:31:17.452-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baseball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>HOF is a Joke</title><summary type='text'>The baseball Hall of Fame is a joke. It's absolutely ridiculous that guys like Bert Blyleven get elected, and someone like Albert Belle isn't even on the ballot anymore.

I mean, Bert Blyleven? Really?

To me, the HOF is for guys who fathers will tell their sons about. Remember those days when you'd sit and watch a game with your dad, and you'd get all excited because you thought some guy was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/4482301978418077731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/4482301978418077731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#4482301978418077731' title='HOF is a Joke'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-6563002308985355651</id><published>2011-02-03T03:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:31:29.559-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redskins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Daniel Snyder, You're an Asshole</title><summary type='text'>Hi, Dan Snyder. You're an asshole. Why are you suing Washington City Paper? Is it because they wrote this article, in which they totally cut off your balls and shove them down your throat? Yep, that's why. But, still, why are you suing them, really? It's not because of the article. It's because the newspaper is calling attention to the fact that you are a fucking asshole, that's why. And, Danny </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/6563002308985355651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/6563002308985355651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#6563002308985355651' title='Daniel Snyder, You&apos;re an Asshole'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-4255051794520475234</id><published>2011-01-12T03:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:15:19.796-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter Classic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hockey'/><title type='text'>NHL on HBO? I want more</title><summary type='text'>Tonight I was watching the HBO special, "24/7 Penguins/Capitals: Road to the NHL Winter Classic" with a friend of mine, and it was awesome. I mean really awesome.

A lot of times with these kinds of "behind the scenes" shows, I feel like they have to manufacture a lot of the show to make it interesting. Which isn't to say that these guys weren't aware that the cameras were rolling, because I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/4255051794520475234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/4255051794520475234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#4255051794520475234' title='NHL on HBO? I want more'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-6124364421817377235</id><published>2008-11-08T19:38:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:14:28.375-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><title type='text'>the fools of chivalry</title><summary type='text'>Apparently, Esquire magazine recently published an article entitled "Dating Etiquette: How to Navigate the First Date". It was also apparently written by someone who either last went out on a date in 1963, or learned everything they know about sex from watching "It's the Great Vagina, Charlie Brown!".

Thankfully, I'm here to offer some helpful corrections.

So, without further ado, I present to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/6124364421817377235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/6124364421817377235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#6124364421817377235' title='the fools of chivalry'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-8529669142141449176</id><published>2008-08-25T13:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:15:05.460-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whalers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hockey'/><title type='text'>take my test</title><summary type='text'>I made a Hartford Whalers test. You should take it.

http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/the-hartford-whalers-test</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/8529669142141449176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/8529669142141449176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#8529669142141449176' title='take my test'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-4497517557728683275</id><published>2008-08-17T15:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:16:49.351-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liquor'/><title type='text'>don't call it a comeback</title><summary type='text'>You know what pisses me off? People who insist on using flavored liquors for every drink that contains said flavor. They'll use espresso vodka in an espresso martini. Citrus vodka in a cosmopolitan. Lime flavored tequila in a margarita. And so on.

The problem is, when you do that, you're FUCKING UP the drink. A cosmo is plain vodka, triple-sec (which is orange flavored), lime juice, and a twist </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/4497517557728683275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/4497517557728683275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#4497517557728683275' title='don&apos;t call it a comeback'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-8447578816467409497</id><published>2008-08-16T19:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:17:14.123-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympics'/><title type='text'>Ch-irony</title><summary type='text'>Does anyone find something incredibly strange about the fact that, in Beijing, China, they are playing beach volleyball and blasting Rage Against the Machine over the loudspeakers?

The end of the world is coming soon. I'm pretty sure of it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/8447578816467409497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/8447578816467409497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#8447578816467409497' title='Ch-irony'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-5236111812091523816</id><published>2007-11-02T13:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:17:38.947-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whalers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Polls'/><title type='text'>in case anyone reads this in the next 24 hours or so...</title><summary type='text'>Please go here and show your support for the Whalers by voting for them in the logo championships!

They're only 65 votes behind with one day left in the voting!!

We can win this thing!

Oh... and also... A-Rod can suck my balls.

Go Whale!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/5236111812091523816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/5236111812091523816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#5236111812091523816' title='in case anyone reads this in the next 24 hours or so...'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-2538419140589493307</id><published>2007-04-16T02:19:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:19:18.978-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hockey'/><title type='text'>action heroes like the nhl too!</title><summary type='text'>here at rtw, we always (and by "always" i mean when i used to keep this blog updated on a regular basis) try to give you your sports with a side of pop culture.

here, then, for your reading pleasure, are the NHL playoff teams that movie action hero characters would be rooting for, if they were, in fact, real people:

seth gecko - new jersey devils: seth kicked some vampire ass in "from dusk till</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/2538419140589493307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/2538419140589493307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#2538419140589493307' title='action heroes like the nhl too!'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l226/bryce_adam/evil%20dead/th_ashed1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-7700621728102839021</id><published>2007-04-11T02:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:32:24.735-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A-Rod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gary Bettman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baseball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yankees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>imus be crazy, because is this really a big deal?</title><summary type='text'>dude.

seriously?

don imus? really?

why is everyone getting so upset about this? i mean, i don't think that what he said was very nice, but holy shit. get a grip people. it's not that big of a deal. we all know that if a black radio host made a comment about some white girls being "pasty blonde sluts" or something, that this would not be that big of a deal. i could understand if imus said it in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/7700621728102839021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/7700621728102839021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#7700621728102839021' title='imus be crazy, because is this really a big deal?'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-288743504775881570</id><published>2007-02-26T14:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:27:48.147-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Sox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yankees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>i'm absolutely not doing this because i lost a bet. i repeat, i am NOT doing this because i lost a bet.</title><summary type='text'>*DISCLAIMER: i am writing this post to display my undying love for the boston red sox. under no circumstances should it be taken in any way other than totally and completely seriously. there is definitely no sarcasm whatsoever involved. i just really really really love the red sox. they are clearly god's team, and have the most intelligent, thoughtful, and humble fans in all of baseball. and red </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/288743504775881570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/288743504775881570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#288743504775881570' title='i&apos;m absolutely not doing this because i lost a bet. i repeat, i am NOT doing this because i lost a bet.'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-115696242154958727</id><published>2006-08-30T14:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:29:45.994-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m An Idiot'/><title type='text'>disappointing</title><summary type='text'>don't mistake my recent posting parade as a sign that i'll be writing on a regular basis again. we all know that wont happen. but one thing made me sad. i was clicking on a bunch of my very outdated links, and i discovered that many of the old blogs which have been long killed off are not only non-existant, but have been taken over by some type of spam-blog-marketing-entity-type thingy. I mean, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/115696242154958727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/115696242154958727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115696242154958727' title='disappointing'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-115691877827076108</id><published>2006-08-30T01:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:31:01.611-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>fine then...</title><summary type='text'>you want me to say something? how about this...

what the hell is with all those e-mails i get. you know, the ones that have some random subject line, and then the body of the email says something like, "'i eat guava flavored jelly beans every day' said Harry, the five legged mutant rabbit-pig. Hopping down the hill with his new friend Punto, the very effeminate hedgehog, they walked inside the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/115691877827076108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/115691877827076108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115691877827076108' title='fine then...'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-115619450331230991</id><published>2006-08-21T17:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:33:03.483-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Sox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yankees'/><title type='text'>we all know i don't blog anymore</title><summary type='text'>but, did anyone catch the yankees sweeping a 5 game series from the red sox? things are right with the world again after all...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/115619450331230991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/115619450331230991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115619450331230991' title='we all know i don&apos;t blog anymore'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-114650912899352586</id><published>2006-05-01T14:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:38:18.485-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>jollasalonya</title><summary type='text'>this is the "word" that my phone thinks i'm attempting to spell when i try to input "lollapalooza." why was i trying to spell lollapalooza? because i just won two free tickets to the concert in chicago. my haiku writing skillz just punked your junior high school honor student nerd.

(since the link no longer leads you to my haiku, here it is... the $300 poem in all it's glory)

Lolla oh-five </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/114650912899352586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/114650912899352586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114650912899352586' title='jollasalonya'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-114410630578630194</id><published>2006-04-03T18:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:40:23.769-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baseball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>if this was the best weekend of the sports year, then how come i didn't give a crap?</title><summary type='text'>you know me.

i like sports.

a lot.

i probably care about sports way way way too much.

well, all i've heard leading up to this past weekend was how this was the best weekend of the year for sports. presumably, this is because of the final four and baseball's opening night.

now, theoretically, there might be some -- some -- merit to that. i mean, i can easily pick out a couple of other sports </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/114410630578630194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/114410630578630194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114410630578630194' title='if this was the best weekend of the sports year, then how come i didn&apos;t give a crap?'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-114365472821421416</id><published>2006-03-29T12:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:41:18.061-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m An Idiot'/><title type='text'>Ahem...</title><summary type='text'>So...

Um...

Yeah...

I guess the last six months just happened.

Let's see... what have I been up to...

Um, I went back to Denver to visit some peeps... I met a girl there (which makes sense seeing as how I can't date a girl who lives in the same state as me)... She came to visit me... I might be going back to visit soon.

What else...

My dad has cancer. That's not so great. So, we'll see how</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/114365472821421416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/114365472821421416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114365472821421416' title='Ahem...'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-114290250499705304</id><published>2006-03-20T19:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:41:40.063-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m An Idiot'/><title type='text'>is this thing still on?</title><summary type='text'>just checking ;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/114290250499705304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/114290250499705304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114290250499705304' title='is this thing still on?'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-112628348624140982</id><published>2005-09-09T13:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:43:01.967-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baseball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Instant Replay'/><title type='text'>after further review...</title><summary type='text'>i want instant replay in all sports.

football, hockey, and basketball all use instant replay in certain instances to get calls right, and more often than not, they successfully do so.

i'm tried of watching baseball games where umpires blow calls horrifically. take, for example, last night, when the second base umpire called out angels' shortstop orlando cabrera for tagging up from second base </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/112628348624140982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/112628348624140982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112628348624140982' title='after further review...'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-112558225301345474</id><published>2005-09-01T09:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:44:12.122-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><title type='text'>step off</title><summary type='text'>so, it came to my attention last night that a certain friend of mine had this ingenius plan whereby he was going to hijack my blog and start writing on it as a guest writer. of course there are a few problems with his plan.

#1 -- my blog isn't popular enough for anyone to ever guest blog on it.
#2 -- he's a much better writer than me and would probably steal 3/4 of my audience (read: 6 people)
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/112558225301345474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/112558225301345474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112558225301345474' title='step off'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-112544490462442841</id><published>2005-08-30T18:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:48:08.504-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='France'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>my august blog post</title><summary type='text'>i couldn't go the entire month of august without writing something, so here i am.

my computer's still effed up, my job still sucks, and i still live at home. so not much has changed. but i'm still a sarcastic bastard, so at least i have that going for me...

TOP SEVEN THINGS THAT NEED TO GO AWAY IN A HURRY BEFORE I GO COMPLETELY INSANE AND SINGE MY NIPPLES OFF:

7. those snoop dog/lee iaccoca </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/112544490462442841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/112544490462442841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112544490462442841' title='my august blog post'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-112195998603891773</id><published>2005-07-21T11:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:48:37.234-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m An Idiot'/><title type='text'>25 or 6 to 4</title><summary type='text'>that's right. CHICAGO. i'm leaving to go there tonight. i'll be sure to let all you punk-asses know how lollapalooza was, and i'll also give you my "state of amusement" report about cedar point.

the last two weeks at work was insanely busy and, thus, hardly any blogging has been done. however, if you read this even semi-occasionally, that is not shocking news to you. i blog in streaks. sometimes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/112195998603891773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/112195998603891773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112195998603891773' title='25 or 6 to 4'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-112135091327602969</id><published>2005-07-14T10:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:50:55.653-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victory is Mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baseball'/><title type='text'>put me in, coach</title><summary type='text'>i went to see a new haven county cutters game last night. a friend of mine had free tickets, so why not go, right? plus, they were first row right behind home plate.

well, a couple of beers into the game, some guy comes up to us and says, "hey guys, would you be interested in participating in a game between innings?"

now, normally, if not under the influence of frosty beverages, we probably </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/112135091327602969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/112135091327602969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112135091327602969' title='put me in, coach'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-112108801657402923</id><published>2005-07-11T09:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T09:32:11.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no gnews is good gnews</title><summary type='text'>last week totally sucked. i was so busy at work i felt like my brain was going to explode. i get stressed out at work a lot. really stressed. it's funny how i used to always laugh at the suckers who had these kinds of day jobs and thank my lucky stars i wasn't one of 'em. now i'm one of 'em.nothing, however, could be nearly as weird as what a certain someone i know went through last week. you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/112108801657402923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/112108801657402923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112108801657402923' title='no gnews is good gnews'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-112067291954646912</id><published>2005-07-06T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T14:01:59.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i have no time to blog</title><summary type='text'>oh my god i'm freaking outoh my god i'm freaking outoh my god i'm freaking outoh my god i'm freaking outoh my god i'm freaking outoh my god i'm freaking outoh my god i'm freaking outoh my god i'm freaking outoh my god i'm freaking outoh my god i'm freaking outoh my god i'm freaking outoh my god i'm freaking outoh my god i'm freaking outso, how was your 4th? mine involved a kick ass lunch in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/112067291954646912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/112067291954646912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112067291954646912' title='i have no time to blog'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-112014948131488734</id><published>2005-06-30T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T12:38:01.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>put it all on black</title><summary type='text'>i'm interviewing alkaline trio tomorrow, anyone want me to ask them anything? i only ask because i suck at interviewing...anyway, i've been slacking on my cedar point info, so here's the new attraction for 2005 that i can't wait to throw up on, er, i mean ride on -- maXair. here's a quicktime animation for you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/112014948131488734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/112014948131488734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112014948131488734' title='put it all on black'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-112008242232914968</id><published>2005-06-29T17:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T18:00:22.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>god damned effing a-hole slimeball morons</title><summary type='text'>the republican controlled congress is threatening to take away major league baseball's anti-trust exemption if the washington nationals are sold to liberal billionaire george soros.are you fucking kidding me? OH MY GOD.i'm sorry, but since when does the federal government get to decide who should and should not be able to own major league baseball teams? THIS IS A GODDAMNED FUCKING JOKE.i try not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/112008242232914968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/112008242232914968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112008242232914968' title='god damned effing a-hole slimeball morons'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111998821049250975</id><published>2005-06-28T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T15:50:10.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>if i only had a brain</title><summary type='text'>last night i had this great idea for a post and i was all psyched to write it and i was gonna do it last night but i was watching the yankees come back against the orioles so i decided to wait until later to do it because i figured that an idea as good as the one i just thought of couldn't possibly be forgotten because i'm a pretty smart guy who is fairly good at coming up with ideas for stuff to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111998821049250975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111998821049250975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111998821049250975' title='if i only had a brain'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111989278369122086</id><published>2005-06-27T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T16:17:48.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a veritable cornucopia, if you will</title><summary type='text'>first of all, saturday night was a legendary beer die night. three rookies got their first beer die experience (two females) and all performed admirably. our friend sarah, playing for the first time, not only got a plunk, she got back-to-back plunks. the second being of the bouncer, freshy variety (in other words, it bounced into a freshly filled cup). her team, however, was not victorious, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111989278369122086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111989278369122086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111989278369122086' title='it&apos;s a veritable cornucopia, if you will'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111972633083185907</id><published>2005-06-25T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T15:05:30.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>that veronica vaughn is one fine piece of ace</title><summary type='text'>if anyone gets the chance this weekend, check this out. you will be able to see mercury, venus, and saturn all super close together in the sky. should be pretty neat...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111972633083185907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111972633083185907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111972633083185907' title='that veronica vaughn is one fine piece of ace'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111953459892112885</id><published>2005-06-23T09:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T09:49:58.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the proof is in the halo</title><summary type='text'>a conversation which occurred yesterday afternoon: [16:02] moosejaw7: dude, shoot me in the head[16:02] moosejaw7: seriously[16:02] nomedaboy: ok... 8:30 sound good?[16:03] moosejaw7: yeah[16:03] nomedaboy: i'll bring my plasma pistol[16:04] moosejaw7: and battle rifle?[16:04] nomedaboy: yeah[16:04] moosejaw7: you're going to noob combo me?[16:04] nomedaboy: i can noob combo you[16:04] nomedaboy:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111953459892112885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111953459892112885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111953459892112885' title='the proof is in the halo'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111928724066861344</id><published>2005-06-20T12:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T13:07:20.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>grillin' like penicillin</title><summary type='text'>apparently, grilling can give you cancer. unless you drink guinness with it. then it cancels out the cancer causing stuff. it's also okay if you marinade the meat in a non-tomato based substance before cooking it. but if you use barbecue sauce, then not only will you get the nasty carcinogens, you will get two to three times the amount of them.damn you, carcinogens!! why do you taste so good?oh, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111928724066861344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111928724066861344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111928724066861344' title='grillin&apos; like penicillin'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111896467829821549</id><published>2005-06-16T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T19:31:18.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lolla-dilemma</title><summary type='text'>day 11:30 -- ambulance ltd vs. and you will know us by the trail of dead vs. the dead 60's2:30 -- kaiser chiefs vs. vhs or beta vs. liz phair (well, only b/c she's ridiculously hot, but that's just as good of a reason as any)3:30 -- brian jonestown massacre vs. dashboard confessional vs. gouging out my eardrums with an auditory shovel (not the name of a band, in case you didn't quite catch on to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111896467829821549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111896467829821549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111896467829821549' title='lolla-dilemma'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111894753517470313</id><published>2005-06-16T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T09:32:53.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 8 nuggets of wisdom, brought to you by stray slacker</title><summary type='text'>things i learned on my trip to the bank:1. fat, ugly, poor people walk incredibly slowly... in pairs... side by side2. it is perfectly acceptable to stop in the middle of the road with your car to talk to someone in their car in the opposite lane and continue your conversation for nearly a minute3. when parallel parking behind someone who is leaving, you should stop halfway through and just sit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111894753517470313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111894753517470313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111894753517470313' title='today&apos;s 8 nuggets of wisdom, brought to you by stray slacker'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111875903707340243</id><published>2005-06-14T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T10:23:57.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the life moronic</title><summary type='text'>first topic: girls.i rarely ever talk about girls on my blog. most of the time, it's simply because my dating life doesn't ever make me freak out to the point where i need to write about it. well, not anymore at least. i used to freak out about it all the time when i was younger, but now i just kind of don't give a shit. haven't for a couple years.anyway, i just wanted to point out that girls are</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111875903707340243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111875903707340243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111875903707340243' title='the life moronic'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111833748837726417</id><published>2005-06-09T13:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T13:18:08.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yes, virginia, there really is an nhl season in '05-'06</title><summary type='text'>nothing is official yet, but it's looking more and more like everyone is finally coming together to get the nhl back on track.the owners and players have agreed, in principle, to some kind of salary cap. it has something to do with a percentage of something or other... i dunno.  i don't care. just play some hockey.also, i hear people saying how nobody cares that hockey is gone, and nobody will go</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111833748837726417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111833748837726417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111833748837726417' title='yes, virginia, there really is an nhl season in &apos;05-&apos;06'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111817423356666447</id><published>2005-06-07T15:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T15:58:11.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>we put the "fun" in corporate hell</title><summary type='text'>here's what i have to look forward to:-- now all schedule requests have to be submitted at least two weeks in advance-- apparently, we are going to have scheduled breaks... ooh, i can hardly wait-- i wont be able to have a paid vacation day until september 6th-- i'm lucky enough to have to work the day after thanksgiving-- i still can't check my e-mail-- i'm not allowed to use IM-- late night </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111817423356666447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111817423356666447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111817423356666447' title='we put the &quot;fun&quot; in corporate hell'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111780641349010677</id><published>2005-06-03T09:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T09:46:53.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a dunkin' donuts blueberry iced coffee haiku, sort of</title><summary type='text'>blueberry coffeebetter than morning blow jobi am not kidding</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111780641349010677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111780641349010677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111780641349010677' title='a dunkin&apos; donuts blueberry iced coffee haiku, sort of'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111780582260014779</id><published>2005-06-03T09:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T09:37:02.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ode to mcdonald's breakfast</title><summary type='text'>golden arches' polarizing pullneeds to make my tummy fullgive me all my greasy goodness artery clogging morning musessausage biscuit with bacon and cheesemake my hash browns crispy pleasethose mcgriddles sure are goodi'd eat them all day if i couldwash it down with juice of orangewhat the hell else rhymes with orange?this fast food combo can't be beatennothing else i'd rather be eatin'i don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111780582260014779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111780582260014779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111780582260014779' title='ode to mcdonald&apos;s breakfast'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111756760936084094</id><published>2005-05-31T15:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T15:26:49.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>try as you may...</title><summary type='text'>... you cannot avoid the vortex known as "the rue crew"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111756760936084094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111756760936084094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111756760936084094' title='try as you may...'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111756363776223854</id><published>2005-05-31T13:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T14:20:37.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bad drivers and dumb sports fans</title><summary type='text'>ok people, really, it's a very simple concept... if you are not passing someone, GET OUT OF THE LEFT LANE. how people do not understand this i have no idea. i mean, it's not really a difficult thing to understand, is it? i mean, it's nothing personal. i don't care if you want to drive 65 mph, just don't do it in the passing lane. why? because it's called the PASSING LANE. it's not called the STAY</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111756363776223854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111756363776223854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111756363776223854' title='bad drivers and dumb sports fans'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111716921702111399</id><published>2005-05-27T00:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T00:46:57.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry everyone</title><summary type='text'>this week has just fucking licked my bag. i don't know what else to say. i haven't even had time to read anyone else's blog, let alone write an entry of my own.seriously, though. my current job just sucks all the life out of me. it's not like i hate my job or anything, but i just feel like i have absolutely no energy and no desire to do anything once i leave at the end of the day.i would love to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111716921702111399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111716921702111399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111716921702111399' title='sorry everyone'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111643481547862096</id><published>2005-05-18T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T15:25:59.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i hope this isn't our last goodbye</title><summary type='text'>all of my personal email accounts have been blocked at work. it stands to reason that losing access to my blog will not be far behind. so, i am going to enjoy being able to blog while i still have the capability to do so. but, do not be surprised if my postings become far more sporadic than they already are. however, i am really hoping that this does not become the case, obviously...some random </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111643481547862096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111643481547862096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111643481547862096' title='i hope this isn&apos;t our last goodbye'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111626295314936512</id><published>2005-05-16T12:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T15:32:32.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the minutes -- nyc style</title><summary type='text'>Friday, 5/135:03 pm: i leave work three mintues later than i wanted, but it's okay. i should be able to get to mike's house in new haven to pick him up and drive down to the train station so we can catch the 5:56 metro-north to grand central.5:54 pm: i finally get to mike's house. stupid friday traffic. i hate driving in rush hour. we decide to go to milford instead, to catch the 6:07 train.6:08 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111626295314936512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111626295314936512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111626295314936512' title='the minutes -- nyc style'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111591046382135682</id><published>2005-05-12T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T11:15:43.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>since you've been gone...</title><summary type='text'>ok, i'll admit it. i like that kelly clarkson song. happy now?anyway, sorry folks, i've been having a crazy week.i went to the yankees game yesterday and watch them beat the mariners 12-9. tino martinez hit a home run for the fifth straight game, tying the game 9-9 with a three-run homer in the fourth inning. the only other yankees to ever hit homers in five straight? don mattingly and bill </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111591046382135682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111591046382135682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111591046382135682' title='since you&apos;ve been gone...'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111540331326246073</id><published>2005-05-06T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T14:16:40.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my weekend</title><summary type='text'>       </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111540331326246073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111540331326246073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111540331326246073' title='my weekend'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111530521335625212</id><published>2005-05-05T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T11:14:20.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you got what i neeeeeeeeeeed...</title><summary type='text'>but you say he's just a friend... but you sold it on ebay for $27.50... but your parents don't like "my kind"... but it certainly ain't no reese's peanut butter cup sundae... but nobody knows what the hell the yankees need... but it's all the way in austria... but you also have herpes, and i definitely don't need that... but i fed it to your pet guinea pig and killed him... OH BABY YOOUUUUUUU... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111530521335625212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111530521335625212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111530521335625212' title='you got what i neeeeeeeeeeed...'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111521819978246324</id><published>2005-05-04T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T10:49:59.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>watch as i pull a traffic jam out of my hat!</title><summary type='text'>which came first, the traffic or the road rage?seriously, i don't get it. what is normally a 20 minute drive from my house to work, occasionally 30 if the traffic is bad, took me over an hour today. the culprit? a traffic jam. one of those slow, chinese water torture kind of traffic jams where you're always moving like two inches at a time. this is, of course, the worst kind of traffic jam </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111521819978246324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111521819978246324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111521819978246324' title='watch as i pull a traffic jam out of my hat!'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111501446534863504</id><published>2005-05-02T00:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T02:51:56.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>apparently, i have way too much time on my hands</title><summary type='text'> hello, everyone, and welcome to a special episode of piper's pit! here with me today are brutus "the barber" beefcake and "mean" gene okerlund. great to be here roddy. hey, roddy! so, mene gene. did you see the new episode of family guy last night? of course i did! i was definitely not disappointed. how about you, brutus? i laughed my frikkin' ass off! i wonder if anyone else saw it... what's up</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111501446534863504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111501446534863504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111501446534863504' title='apparently, i have way too much time on my hands'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111478679964026054</id><published>2005-04-29T11:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T14:27:00.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>movies so bad they're g--, um, no, wait, they're just really bad</title><summary type='text'> johnny mnemonic -- not only is it hard to pronounce, it's impossible to watch. i saw this for the first time last night on tbs. let me just point out that if you're watching a movie and you recognize a girl from starship troopers who isn't denise richards, there's a good chance the movie is going to suck. a lot. you'd probably be more entertained watching "pokemon 6: pikachu eats his own turd." </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111478679964026054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111478679964026054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111478679964026054' title='movies so bad they&apos;re g--, um, no, wait, they&apos;re just really bad'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111463144655776762</id><published>2005-04-27T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T15:50:46.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i know it will never happen, but...</title><summary type='text'>a guy can still dream, can't he?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111463144655776762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111463144655776762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111463144655776762' title='i know it will never happen, but...'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111462382052167330</id><published>2005-04-27T13:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T13:43:40.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i may not be the hippest guy in the world...</title><summary type='text'>...but i ain't no goddamned douchebag.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111462382052167330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111462382052167330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111462382052167330' title='i may not be the hippest guy in the world...'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111444463398590801</id><published>2005-04-25T00:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T12:53:15.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rejected baseball movies</title><summary type='text'>Dude Where's My Syringe?For Love of the Game, and a Big Effing PaycheckMajor League 4: Still Better Than the Police Academy MoviesAngels in the Outfield, and Also in Your JockstrapIt's the Great Pumpkin, Nuke LaLouche!Out-Ray-Geous: The Story of the Tampa Bay Devil Rays, 2005 World Series ChampionsYoung Guns 3 (starring the New York Yankees' pitching staff)The Interpreter 2 (starring Sammy Sosa):</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111444463398590801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111444463398590801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111444463398590801' title='rejected baseball movies'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111419243547847240</id><published>2005-04-22T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T13:55:39.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a sad loss for pakistani hockey</title><summary type='text'>apparently, the world is coming to an end...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111419243547847240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111419243547847240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111419243547847240' title='it&apos;s a sad loss for pakistani hockey'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111414908731333834</id><published>2005-04-22T01:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T02:35:41.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>obviously...</title><summary type='text'>IN THE HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVESHOUSE CONCURRENT RESOLUTION NO. 29BY WAYS AND MEANS COMMITTEEA CONCURRENT RESOLUTION STATING LEGISLATIVE FINDINGS ANDCOMMENDING JONATHAN GIBBONS AND THE MAGICAL LAND OF LLAMASACKFOR THE PRODUCTION OF THE BLOG "REMEMBER THE WHALERS.Be It Resolved by the Legislature of the State of Whalervania:WHEREAS, the State of Whalervania recognizes the blatantly obvious vision, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111414908731333834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111414908731333834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111414908731333834' title='obviously...'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111397404026430498</id><published>2005-04-20T01:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T01:14:00.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>queer as a two dollar b--, er, um, wait a second...</title><summary type='text'>this is hardly a new revelation, but rereading this story which was updated recently just made me smile. it seriously makes me want to go to the bank and demand $100 in two dollars bills, and $100 in susan b. anthony/sacajawea dollar coins, just so i can go out and try to fuck with stupid people. oh god, that would be seriously entertaining.and now, the anticlimactic moment none of you have been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111397404026430498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111397404026430498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111397404026430498' title='queer as a two dollar b--, er, um, wait a second...'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111388982361272091</id><published>2005-04-19T01:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T01:50:23.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..................</title><summary type='text'>i'm tired. i don't want to write anything. so there! too bad! go find your entertainment elsewhere. or somewhere else.snack food tournament of champions winner will be announced on wednesday...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111388982361272091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111388982361272091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111388982361272091' title='ZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..................'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111380704198153449</id><published>2005-04-18T02:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T02:50:41.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what the douche?</title><summary type='text'>where the hell am i???? oh my god, i think i'm lost!!!wait for it...wait for it...so, yeah. this happened. i'm still working on it a little bit. it will change some more but probably not too drastically. whaddya think?i'm just happy b/c i photoshopped and animated giffed everything all by myself. yay! i wanna lollipop!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111380704198153449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111380704198153449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111380704198153449' title='what the douche?'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111367637393857823</id><published>2005-04-16T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T14:33:36.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm officially old</title><summary type='text'>while at the bar the other night, i was involved in a conversation with some obviously underage college girls. one of them asked me, "are you still in school?" to which the other one responded before i could answer, "does he LOOK like he's still in school?"slut.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111367637393857823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111367637393857823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111367637393857823' title='i&apos;m officially old'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111357990646225461</id><published>2005-04-15T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T12:58:00.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i forgot to put a title here</title><summary type='text'>i dunno about you, but i like looking at 622 music videos. granted, some of them suck, but whatever. my thanks to tight for finding that one.also, thanks to kriz, who directed me to mcsweeney's lists. these are definitely some of the funniest things i've ever read.sad news for pringles fans, i.e. marcello, as both the plain and salt &amp; vinegar flavors were knocked out of the tournament, setting up</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111357990646225461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111357990646225461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111357990646225461' title='i forgot to put a title here'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111337293625833953</id><published>2005-04-13T01:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T02:17:51.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>disclaimer: bulge may actually be smaller than it appears</title><summary type='text'>to all prospective girlfriends:i just want to let you know a few things right away. if any of this is going to freak you out now or down the road, it's best for both of us that you know this stuff now...if i say i'll call, i will. i may not even wait a week. it doesn't mean i'm totally obsessed with you. it's just called being nice. i can go for months in a casual dating situation without </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111337293625833953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111337293625833953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111337293625833953' title='disclaimer: bulge may actually be smaller than it appears'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111319379643329510</id><published>2005-04-11T00:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T00:31:15.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>four corners of heaven</title><summary type='text'>of course, i'm speaking of a pepe's pizza split into four sections topped with spicy pepperoni, crispy bacon, thinly sliced salami, and italian sausage. usually, after that, i'd walk over to libby's for some italian ice or cannolis, but my buddy mike and i had already done that before getting pizza. sure it's backwards, but we were celebrating the near 70 degree weather while all of you denver </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111319379643329510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111319379643329510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111319379643329510' title='four corners of heaven'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111294491455448507</id><published>2005-04-08T09:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T09:37:13.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>someone please put that quiznos baby out of my misery</title><summary type='text'>now it's getting interesting... the snackfood tournament of champions is starting to heat up! three of the number one seeds still remain. (1) nacho doritos took down (12) andy capp's hot fries, ending their cinderella run. (1) lay's potato chips held off the pesky (5) cracker jack. and (1) crunchy chee-tos disposed of (4) cool ranch doritos without much trouble. however, (12) pringles salt &amp; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111294491455448507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111294491455448507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111294491455448507' title='someone please put that quiznos baby out of my misery'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111276649913888708</id><published>2005-04-06T01:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T01:48:19.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>girls gone mild: crocheting uncovered</title><summary type='text'>i had a successful trip to philly this past weekend. hours were wasted sleeping, drinking beer, and playing poker. the only thing missing was hockey. stupid thunderstorms. oh, and also, i forgot my digital camera. so i have no pictures. that's pretty sweet. so, instead, please enjoy this team picture of the boston red sox.by the way, we're down to the sweet sixteen. vote here to eliminate eight </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111276649913888708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111276649913888708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111276649913888708' title='girls gone mild: crocheting uncovered'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111233728522966448</id><published>2005-04-01T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T01:34:45.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't wanna talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper</title><summary type='text'>don't talk about it. i'm pissed enough already as it is. absolutely ridiculous.it's enough to make we want to drink, smoke, drink some more, smoke some effing more, and god damn frikking drink.sigh.at least i'm peacing the fork out of connecticut for the weekend and heading on down to philly. thank goodness. i need to get out of here for a couple days...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111233728522966448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111233728522966448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111233728522966448' title='i don&apos;t wanna talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111230434847449480</id><published>2005-03-31T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T16:26:32.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>attn: my bitches</title><summary type='text'>st. joe's vs. south carolina tonight on espn at 7:00!!! watch my school win the losers tournament!! (i mean, shit, it's better than LOSING it...)i'll be there in person with marcello and some other peeps... about 6000 of them.LET'S-GO-SAINT-JOE'Sthe hawk will never die.bitches.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111230434847449480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111230434847449480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111230434847449480' title='attn: my bitches'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111229257729370427</id><published>2005-03-31T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T09:03:50.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pressed in reese</title><summary type='text'>i'm sure you read about it before you saw it here, but i'm very sad that mitch hedberg apparently has died. mitch was a great comedian, who had a unique delivery and some really funny material. you can go to mitchhedberg.net to read up on him and learn more about him. unfortunately, the website hasn't made mention of the news yet.oh, and that starvin' marvin' girl finally died also. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111229257729370427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111229257729370427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111229257729370427' title='pressed in reese'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111211980672445762</id><published>2005-03-29T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T13:10:06.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what are you gonna do when the largest pythons in the world run wild on you</title><summary type='text'>ok first things first. the tournament of champions second round begins today. results of the rest of the first round will be posted tomorrow. to vote on second round matchups go here.now, for the fun stuff...oh shit, that's right. i'm boring.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111211980672445762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111211980672445762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111211980672445762' title='what are you gonna do when the largest pythons in the world run wild on you'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111199259548152177</id><published>2005-03-28T07:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T03:07:23.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not as if i need the extra weight</title><summary type='text'>easter is usually a pretty boring holiday for me. it's pretty much the holiday where i just "go through the motions." however, this year, it was really fun. both sides of my family were at my parents' house, and there was tons of food. not that there normally isn't a lot of food. i mean, an italian family, even one a couple of generations removed, certainly knows how to eat come holiday time. but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111199259548152177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111199259548152177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111199259548152177' title='it&apos;s not as if i need the extra weight'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111177466469345143</id><published>2005-03-25T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T13:17:44.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid free polling services</title><summary type='text'>for some reason, i couldn't get the surveys to publish last night, so i'll do what i can to get them up over the weekend, and the voting will get finished on monday for the first round.stupid internet.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111177466469345143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111177466469345143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111177466469345143' title='stupid free polling services'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111169904415905360</id><published>2005-03-24T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T16:17:24.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>msg here we come</title><summary type='text'>st joe's has officially made it to the "not necessarily the final four." they beat texas a&amp;m last night to give us hawks fans some hope that they might actually be one of the two teams this year that get to finish their season with a win. now they just have to beat memphis, and i feel bad admitting that i don't think it's even going to be close. if st. joe's loses by less than 10 i'll consider it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111169904415905360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111169904415905360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111169904415905360' title='msg here we come'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111147771419846145</id><published>2005-03-22T07:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T19:44:27.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my blog is still boring</title><summary type='text'>so, it may not be the ncaa tournament, but sju is now in the elite eight of the nit. it kind of sucks, but at least i get to see them win a few games as opposed to getting their asses beaten in the first round.speaking of basketball... if you haven't seen this yet, check it out. it's one of the sickest plays i've ever seen. and, no, i'm not talking about the horrendously awful commercial at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111147771419846145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111147771419846145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111147771419846145' title='my blog is still boring'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111135559611069953</id><published>2005-03-21T07:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T23:50:09.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>first things first, hockey will return...</title><summary type='text'>now, with that being said, let's move on to the first round matchups.you can vote for all the winners here(1) doritos -- nacho cheese  vs.  (16) doritos -- taco(2) goldfish -- cheddar  vs.  (15) herr's potato chips -- steak &amp; worcestershire(3) rold gold pretzels  vs.  (14) nabisco vegetable thins crackers(4) baked lay's -- original  vs.  (13) frito's corn chips -- chili cheese(5) lay's potato </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111135559611069953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111135559611069953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111135559611069953' title='first things first, hockey will return...'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111127302113651993</id><published>2005-03-19T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T10:57:48.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>opening round</title><summary type='text'>so here it is. the official 2005 RTW sports snack food championship.quite simply, these are the best salty snack foods to munch on while watching some tense games on the tube. now, this is only a 65 team field, so not everyone can dance. therefore, some executive decisions had to be made as to who could qualify. the most important thing was that the food needed to be salty and be stored on a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111127302113651993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111127302113651993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111127302113651993' title='opening round'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111115521086283236</id><published>2005-03-18T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T02:31:39.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>all i have to say is EW</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111115521086283236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111115521086283236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111115521086283236' title='all i have to say is EW'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111108766265520135</id><published>2005-03-17T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T14:27:42.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the final four</title><summary type='text'>i could be totally lame as always and just be like, here are my final four selections for this year, and tell you that i think it will be illinois, north carolina, wake forest, and utah. but what fun would that be? i could also be lame and tell you that i think the best potential first round upsets are uw-milwaukee, utah st., new mexico, northern iowa, vermont, and niagara, and that i fully </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111108766265520135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111108766265520135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111108766265520135' title='the final four'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-111086498416854554</id><published>2005-03-15T00:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T00:36:24.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>god damn it, haven't i stopped yet??</title><summary type='text'>no.i told you it wasn't over...today's random ponderings:central florida is my extreme upset possibility in this year's ncaa tournament.girls continue to both suck and be cool at the same time. why is this?customer service reps should be allowed to, by law, shoot one person per year.okcupid.com really needs to have more than 9 girls within 50 miles of me.john chaney? still sucks.the first two </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111086498416854554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/111086498416854554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111086498416854554' title='god damn it, haven&apos;t i stopped yet??'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-110844221723517399</id><published>2005-02-14T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T23:39:03.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's time we had a little chat</title><summary type='text'>hi, blog. this just isn't working for me anymore. something needs to change. i don't know if it's the template, or that i don't have the motivation to devote the necessary amount of time to you, but i can't keep going on like this.i want to write, but i lost most of my readers, and i'm not down with resurrecting this blog in its current state.i refuse, however, to say that this is it. to call it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110844221723517399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110844221723517399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110844221723517399' title='it&apos;s time we had a little chat'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-110747899567463169</id><published>2005-02-03T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T20:03:15.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>for the benefit of the new people...</title><summary type='text'>there seems to be some misunderstanding as to what sports teams i like and don't like. therefore, for the benefit of all of you, here is jon's sports team preference hierarchy:baseball1. yankees2. any team that plays against the red sox3. any team that plays against barry bonds4. any team that plays against the braves5. mets/phillies/astros (tie)football1. redskins2. any team that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110747899567463169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110747899567463169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110747899567463169' title='for the benefit of the new people...'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-110746521095670837</id><published>2005-02-03T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T16:13:30.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you got what i need</title><summary type='text'>drug test yesterday. waiting for results. must pass.mcnabb must go down early and often. patriots win.end the fucking lockout already. i want hockey.st. joe's is 10-8. the A-10 sucks this year.crazy week. crazy CRAZY CRAZY!more soon...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110746521095670837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110746521095670837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110746521095670837' title='you got what i need'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-110686530055848910</id><published>2005-01-27T17:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T17:35:00.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG</title><summary type='text'>hi. how are you? it's been a while my darling, hasn't it?WHAT'S UP, BITCHES???so, i suck. i know. i left denver, promised i would write, and nothing...but i did warn you that it would take me a while before i got back on the horse, and some people even left me for dead. shame on you... i told you i'd be back, motherfuckers!sorry it took so long, but it took me until today to finally have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110686530055848910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110686530055848910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110686530055848910' title='OMFG'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-110384015104222889</id><published>2004-12-23T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T17:15:51.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>merry christmas</title><summary type='text'>i had an eventful trip from denver to philly.upon leaving denver, i realized that i had a flat tire. this put me and bob and hour behind marcello and ken, and about an hour an a half behind carrie and kelly.soon thereafter i realized that bob can't drive stick, so i'd have to do all the driving. a couple hours later i started to feel a bit drowsy, so i had to pull over and rest my eyes for 45</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110384015104222889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110384015104222889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110384015104222889' title='merry christmas'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-110331676498135564</id><published>2004-12-17T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T15:52:44.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what's best for everyone is bound to hurt somebody</title><summary type='text'>so it is. my last weekend in denver. i'm not going to go much into it. after all, i've only been here four months.all i will say is that there are a lot of things i will miss about denver, mostly people.of course, that's always the problem. it sucks to make friends and then leave them behind. it's even more difficult because for once i am doing what is probably best for me, rather than what i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110331676498135564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110331676498135564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110331676498135564' title='what&apos;s best for everyone is bound to hurt somebody'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-110262537245754112</id><published>2004-12-09T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T15:49:32.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>@#$%^&amp;!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>my computer is being a piece of crap. one of the fans stopped working. it's running at about 1/10 of it's normal speed. i don't have any viruses or trojans. i don't know what's wrong with it. but it's freaking annoying.also, in 11 days i go back east. i don't really know what my living situation is going to be like, but rest assured it will suck for at least a month. this means my postings will</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110262537245754112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110262537245754112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110262537245754112' title='@#$%^&amp;!!!!!'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-110252693228007119</id><published>2004-12-08T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T12:28:52.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><summary type='text'>i got nothin'.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110252693228007119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110252693228007119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110252693228007119' title='hi'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-110244816523275525</id><published>2004-12-07T03:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T15:01:08.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i have come here to chew bubble gum and kick ass. and i'm all out of bubble gum.</title><summary type='text'>top 8 cheeseball dvd's i own that barely suck, partially suck, or mostly suck but are still awesome, anyway.8.  phantoms. mostly sucks. it's got ben affleck in it. enough said.7.  starship troopers. partially sucks. the plot is mediocre, and the acting is horriffic. but, it does have denise richards, lots of blood and guts, and wonderful cheesy lines like this one...6.  escape from new york</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110244816523275525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110244816523275525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110244816523275525' title='i have come here to chew bubble gum and kick ass. and i&apos;m all out of bubble gum.'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-110236440783010518</id><published>2004-12-06T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T15:21:06.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>goodnight, moon</title><summary type='text'>i'm very sad to see this. of course, his point is well taken. hopefully, you'll be back, my friend.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110236440783010518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110236440783010518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110236440783010518' title='goodnight, moon'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-110235977824378254</id><published>2004-12-06T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T14:02:58.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>potato bacon bombs</title><summary type='text'>1. if we're not open yet, we're not open yet.when i tell you that we don't open for another twenty minutes, that's what i mean. no, you can't come in and just have soup... yes, even, if all you want is a glass of wine, we're still not open... i don't care if the place across the street opens at 4:30. we are not open yet. can't you see that none of us are in uniform? does the fact that the door </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110235977824378254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110235977824378254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110235977824378254' title='potato bacon bombs'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-110203217332199275</id><published>2004-12-03T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T13:24:40.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>step 1: collect underpants. step 2: ??? step 3: $$ profit $$</title><summary type='text'>anyone interested in buying a computer desk? it's a lovely piece i bought from target. i paid $80. it can be yours for the rock bottom price of... whatever you want to give me for it.okay, now on to another one of my vacation recommendations. how about spending new year's in austria? sure, i'm insane, but someone who reads this might be thinking, "that jon is a crazy motherfucker. i kind of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110203217332199275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110203217332199275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110203217332199275' title='step 1: collect underpants. step 2: ??? step 3: $$ profit $$'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-110193436872040952</id><published>2004-12-01T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T15:52:48.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not you...</title><summary type='text'>but it sure as fuck ain't me... it's those retarded midgets... it's the little gnomes that live in my crotch... it's mr. snuffleupagus... it's those fucking commie bastards... it's just that, well, your breasts are way too small... it must've been someone else who looks just like you but is much more of a bitch... actually, your boobs are fine, it's your ass that's disproportionate... it's just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110193436872040952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110193436872040952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110193436872040952' title='it&apos;s not you...'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-110176758935843232</id><published>2004-11-29T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T17:33:09.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you, will smith</title><summary type='text'>old and busted...new hotness...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110176758935843232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110176758935843232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110176758935843232' title='thank you, will smith'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-110166936535081348</id><published>2004-11-28T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T14:23:11.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this is getting out of hand</title><summary type='text'>i was going to wait until monday to write, but this is just getting ridiculous.look, i know that mcdonald's employees are, on the whole, not terribly bright. but i continue to be mysitfied at the sheer amount of utter stupidity that they display.specifically, i'm referring to a particular breakfast sandwich that i enjoy, which i referenced on this site once before.that sandwich is, of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110166936535081348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110166936535081348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110166936535081348' title='this is getting out of hand'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-110154896896868163</id><published>2004-11-27T04:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T04:49:28.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back on monday</title><summary type='text'>i'm taking a break until monday. hope everyone had a good thanksgiving.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110154896896868163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110154896896868163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110154896896868163' title='back on monday'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-110130408198951581</id><published>2004-11-24T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T18:07:22.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry, everyone</title><summary type='text'>i wish it wasn't this way.i am so unhappy i can't stand it anymore. i have tried everything i can to get myself out of it, but it seems the more i try the deeper the hole gets.i can't get any kind of job for which i am not ridiculously overqualified for. even restaurant jobs, which i should not have a problem finding, are hard to come by here.on top of that, i am not able to really enjoy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110130408198951581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110130408198951581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110130408198951581' title='sorry, everyone'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-110125730275437700</id><published>2004-11-23T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T19:48:22.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>top 10 signs you smoked too much reefer</title><summary type='text'>10. you think to yourself, "gee, that dharma and greg show is super funny!"9. you decide to go swimming, because that 10 ft. shark seems like a pussy.8. peanut buter and mayo? mmmm. sounds tasty.7. you're pissed that 7-11 ran out of chunky monkey. not because it's your favorite flavor, but because now you can only buy eight pints of ice cream instead of the nine you usually get.6. you're a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110125730275437700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110125730275437700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110125730275437700' title='top 10 signs you smoked too much reefer'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-110112970545275780</id><published>2004-11-22T07:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T07:28:40.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>need a little help here...</title><summary type='text'>okay. i have no idea what to do.marcello and carrie are leaving in a month to go back to philly. i know i will eventually end up back east, but i'm not sure exactly when. i could end up moving back with them, but i'd like to stay here a little longer. i mean, i've only been here like three months. i'd at least like to be here for a little while longer.here's my dilemma. i ain't got no place </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110112970545275780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110112970545275780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110112970545275780' title='need a little help here...'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-110090024306945319</id><published>2004-11-19T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T17:43:02.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>jesus saves, gretzky scores</title><summary type='text'> the pic on the left takes you to gallery #1, the pic on the right takes you to gallery #2. awesome.big news in the rtwhl. the hartford whalers have signed little known left winger mike kriz. he was discovered playing a game of pond hockey in hell, which has apparently frozen over since satan has been preoccupied playing defense for new jersey.kriz is expected to be in the starting lineup for the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110090024306945319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110090024306945319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rememberthewhalers.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110090024306945319' title='jesus saves, gretzky scores'/><author><name>jg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786027344290274471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640301.post-110076498686156719</id><published>2004-11-18T03:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T14:54:54.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and now for something useful</title><summary type='text'>who's interested in taking a vacation? i know i am. problem is i don't have any money. so, if i can't take one, i might as well help you out.today's vacation destination? the czech republic.i'm not trying to rip off this guy, who will be in prague soon. i just love anything that has to do with traveling, whether it be the next state over or the next continent.before we get started, i will answer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640301/posts/default/110076498686156719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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