<?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-9743751</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:26:56.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Blogda</title><subtitle type='html'>If you're bad, La Blogda is gonna tell.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>371</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9743751.post-2022032905666431717</id><published>2009-03-05T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T15:44:26.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Online Dating Sucks</title><summary type='text'>It's been awhile since I posted, but I just had to sound in on something going around the Internet. Gawker just posted this on the world's worst person. Enjoy, or rather, be disgusted!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/2022032905666431717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/2022032905666431717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-online-dating-sucks.html' title='Why Online Dating Sucks'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-1164717030672996743</id><published>2009-01-27T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:22:02.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Working on a Dream</title><summary type='text'>For two weeks, I've been waiting for today. It's the launch of Bruce Springsteen's new album, "Working on a Dream." Rolling Stone gave it four stars. It is highly anticipated and the buzz is that it is his best since "Born to Run." I've heard snippets of every tune and I am frothing at the mouth to hear this CD in full. So I order it from Amazon to arrive today. I pay extra for it to arrive TODAY</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/1164717030672996743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/1164717030672996743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2009/01/still-working-on-dream.html' title='Still Working on a Dream'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-7643960448241689567</id><published>2009-01-22T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T09:17:51.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I've Been Waiting For</title><summary type='text'>Madame Secretary, please go kick ass. The World is waiting. Do your thang, lady.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/7643960448241689567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/7643960448241689567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-ive-been-waiting-for.html' title='The Day I&apos;ve Been Waiting For'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nlKB706eCpw/SXip6fsVhfI/AAAAAAAAADI/BCk4OY02VRo/s72-c/hillary+clinton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9743751.post-7531697541807496952</id><published>2009-01-15T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:15:39.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A W-less World</title><summary type='text'>In just a few days there will be no more W for bloggers and comedians to make fun of or complain about. My God. I'm going to miss that. We had so much fun. I said to my boyfriend last night, after chuckling about a joke David Letterman made about Dick Cheney," I'm sorry, but here's the downside: Joe Biden jokes just are not as funny as Cheney jokes," to which my often-prophetic boyfriend said, "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/7531697541807496952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/7531697541807496952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2009/01/w-less-world.html' title='A W-less World'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-8451986168228889045</id><published>2009-01-02T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T10:12:16.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Administration!</title><summary type='text'>Oh Glorious New Year, full of Hope, full of Audacity . . . lacking almost completely in George W. Bush! We are down to the final days of his administration. Good-bye, Condi. Come out, come out and you know what I'm talkin' 'bout. Good-bye Dick. Whadda Dick! Good-bye W, you crossed-eyed arrogant cowboy. I'm not going to miss hating you.Hello Hillary! My (hopefully) Madame Secretary! It's like your</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/8451986168228889045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/8451986168228889045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-administration.html' title='Happy New Administration!'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-6479838015798668799</id><published>2008-12-30T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T14:46:41.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Motto</title><summary type='text'>Here's my new favorite quote:"I won't apologize for you being a dick to me."It just came to me. Someone else may have come up with it, I'm sure they did, but it came to me as I was writing a story.  As I think back on all the jackasses I've encountered in this past year, this quote seems really appropriate. I've been through one of the toughest years of my life, and it was punctuated by a number </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/6479838015798668799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/6479838015798668799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-motto.html' title='New Motto'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-3645793295269544742</id><published>2008-12-29T19:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:27:08.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember, girls, take your pills!</title><summary type='text'>Birth Control pills, that is. If nothing else, Grandma Sarah Palin should be campaigning for safe sex practices, not the 2012 election. When daughter Bristol gave birth to a kid named Tripp, as in "I got tripped up by the idea of safe sex," there was no mention of how her life is a lesson for other teens: practice safe sex.I once knew a woman who married a Catholic. He didn't believe in birth </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/3645793295269544742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/3645793295269544742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/12/remember-girls-take-your-pills.html' title='Remember, girls, take your pills!'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-3260553902979045557</id><published>2008-12-11T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:12:25.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Signs your job may be in jeopardy</title><summary type='text'>I am amused by all the articles lately that boast giving "tell-tale signs your job is in jeopardy." As someone who thinks about the great unemployed, masses quite a bit, I have a few thoughts on the subject. Here are Binx's Five Signs You Are About to Get Laid Off:1) You work for a company other than yourself.2) You have survived a round of lay-offs. In fact, you've survived several rounds of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/3260553902979045557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/3260553902979045557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/12/5-signs-your-job-may-be-in-jeopardy.html' title='5 Signs your job may be in jeopardy'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-2921214392891299230</id><published>2008-12-01T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:36:52.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch out, World</title><summary type='text'>Madame Secretary is going to kick your butt if you misbehave!I am nursing a cold today, or else I'd write more. But I decided that after months of lamenting Hillary not becoming President Hillary, I decided I should drag my rusty bones out of bed and say, Thank you, President Elect Obama. I can't wait for you guys to take over the world.Okay, I'm going back to the couch now, but despite the aches</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/2921214392891299230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/2921214392891299230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/12/watch-out-world.html' title='Watch out, World'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-7860049022303085928</id><published>2008-11-29T14:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T14:40:07.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Post-Holiday Musing</title><summary type='text'>This Thanksgiving, I experienced detox. No, not that kind. Heaven forbid. I missed my transitional talk. What is Obama doing? He's like Waldo or Matt Lauer. Where in the world is he now, what's up? Have they gotten the pup? What are those kids doing? Did they eat too much turkey? Is it official about Hillary yet?I was pissed at the terrorists for many reasons: they are assholes, they are bores, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/7860049022303085928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/7860049022303085928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-post-holiday-musing.html' title='A Little Post-Holiday Musing'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-746960819368288739</id><published>2008-11-22T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T09:16:59.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Unimportant Things, and One That's Important.</title><summary type='text'>Design Nomad (see link to the side) asked me to write about six things that seemed unimportant, but make me happy. Here's what I wrote:1) Prada. I just love Prada, whether it is going into the store and just browsing, or a rare purchase of a product.2) A big fat moon in the sky. Especially if it is orange.3) A really well-written sentence, particularly if I wrote it.4) Great wine.5) This actually</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/746960819368288739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/746960819368288739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/11/design-nomad-see-link-to-side-asked-me.html' title='Five Unimportant Things, and One That&apos;s Important.'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-2347768893852886304</id><published>2008-11-14T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T09:18:41.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell May Freeze Over, but I have a Prayer</title><summary type='text'>Dear God, Obama, or Bruce Springsteen, Santa Clause or whomever is listening:Please, please, please, please, please let Hillary Clinton be Secretary of State. I wanted her to be President, you denied me that. I wanted her to be VP, you denied me that. Is this one little thing asking too much? Imagine, Hillary, dining with foreign leaders, telling them, "Play ball or I will kick your ass!" And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/2347768893852886304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/2347768893852886304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/11/hell-may-freeze-over-but-i-have-prayer.html' title='Hell May Freeze Over, but I have a Prayer'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-6080833214331084650</id><published>2008-11-01T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:02:01.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Van Halen meets Van Palin</title><summary type='text'>The media has done a sufficient job in recent weeks completing exposing and blasting Sarah Palin. Today, the LA Times wrote  a story that, in my opinion, is Pulitzer worthy. The story was about Fly-Over bands: bands big in those states that those of us in California could care less about, except when they do something insane like help elect George W. Bush. These bands mingle Hard Rock, Christian </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/6080833214331084650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/6080833214331084650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/11/van-halen-meets-van-palin.html' title='Van Halen meets Van Palin'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nlKB706eCpw/SQyzculXBnI/AAAAAAAAADA/qdcMNEym-Zk/s72-c/43138586.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9743751.post-3513717769945724115</id><published>2008-10-22T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:30:59.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget Spin Doctors, Get Palin a Stylist!</title><summary type='text'>The RNC spent $150K on clothing and accessories for Sarah Palin since late August. The bulk of this was spent at Neiman's ($75K) and the rest at Saks. She has spent close to $5K on her hair. Palin's spokesperson, Tracey Schmitt is appalled that so much energy from the press is being focused on "pantsuits and blouses."I'm appalled, too. All that money and they STILL can't dress Palin any better? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/3513717769945724115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/3513717769945724115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/10/forget-spin-doctors-get-palin-styllist.html' title='Forget Spin Doctors, Get Palin a Stylist!'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-7448937993038965692</id><published>2008-10-11T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T15:28:51.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People Can't Be THAT Stupid</title><summary type='text'>As an old marketing war horse, I'm crying foul. I know a play by my own kind when I see one.  I don't buy all these really, really, really stupid people at McCain rallies who are standing up and telling him, "Gee Senator McCain, I'm scared of that mean old Obama terrorist, he's an Arab! He's a Muslim, He's a terrorist." Those people are planted by the evil marketing geniuses of the RNC. God. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/7448937993038965692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/7448937993038965692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/10/people-cant-be-that-stupid.html' title='People Can&apos;t Be THAT Stupid'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-3170496095681507429</id><published>2008-10-07T20:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:56:15.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new twist on "Get out and Vote!"</title><summary type='text'>Someone sent me this, and it took me a few seconds to figure out the yiddish. In case you are a hopeless gentile like me, it's an odd little plea to vote for Obama.And it's a backhanded compliment at the same time. Kind of like, "Hey Binx, that lipstick makes your hips look smaller."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/3170496095681507429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/3170496095681507429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-twist-on-get-out-and-vote.html' title='A new twist on &quot;Get out and Vote!&quot;'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nlKB706eCpw/SOwu2Mk5oCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iljQCYezawU/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9743751.post-4821460205211258525</id><published>2008-09-30T13:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:58:46.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caribou Barbie Goes to Court</title><summary type='text'>I'm loving the buzz about the Sarah Palin clip that got cut from the televised interview with Katie Couric: she couldn't name a Supreme Court case other than Roe Vs. Wade. How about Gore Vs. Bush? Bowers Vs. Hardwick? Scott Vs. Sandford? Or the Exxon Valdez?Hello, Gov. Palin? This is your own backyard calling. . .</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/4821460205211258525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/4821460205211258525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/09/caribou-barbie-goes-to-court.html' title='Caribou Barbie Goes to Court'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-8239922265320656093</id><published>2008-09-24T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:34:02.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Never Liked Obama Until Today</title><summary type='text'>When he rebuffed McCain for postponing the debate and said, "It's the president's job to deal with more than one thing at a time" (I paraphrase) I suddenly, finally almost liked him. God, McCain, grow some hair on those chicken nuggets, will you? You aren't going to solve our financial crisis this week so let's see some debatin' this Friday!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/8239922265320656093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/8239922265320656093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-never-liked-obama-until-today.html' title='I Never Liked Obama Until Today'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-1876339704414429006</id><published>2008-09-12T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T08:37:44.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thou Shall Not Covet thy Neighbor's Huntin' Gun</title><summary type='text'>In the ABC interview, Sarah Palin proved what Democrats know: she's not ready to serve as President if she has to. But she also proved that Republicans know how to win a campaign--and winning is everything in an election. She uses words they want to hear: Morals and Hero. She speaks in sound bites. Her message is short, fiery and all about God and patriotism. How could the republicans not love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/1876339704414429006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/1876339704414429006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/09/thou-shall-not-covet-thy-neighbors.html' title='Thou Shall Not Covet thy Neighbor&apos;s Huntin&apos; Gun'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-1111912677065915747</id><published>2008-09-11T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:53:30.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Banning the Wife of Bath</title><summary type='text'>I don't know if this is true, but supposedly, Sarah Palin tried to ban Canterbury Tales from the Wasilla Library when she was mayor.Okay,  so the  Snow Mobile wife of Wasilla tried to ban the Wife of Bath? What's wrong, did Chaucer go and write a strong female character?Like I said, I don't know if it's true or not, but please. Banning Chaucer? Seriously? Chaucer?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/1111912677065915747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/1111912677065915747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/09/banning-wife-of-bath.html' title='Banning the Wife of Bath'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-2918887993453334457</id><published>2008-09-11T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:04:24.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you gonna do?</title><summary type='text'>The economy is bad. You are afraid of losing your job. You are mad at Republicans and from where you sit today it looks like another four more years of them (yet you hold out for hope). You have a headache, you are short, getting old, and have PMS. What are you gonna do?What are you gonna do?You are going to post a photo of the Boss, take a deep breath, and remember that sometimes, there is magic</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/2918887993453334457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/2918887993453334457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-are-you-gonna-do.html' title='What are you gonna do?'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nlKB706eCpw/SMlPF1oZ8OI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LO2RYK4wpPk/s72-c/hershey_aceto1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9743751.post-1027266272783733392</id><published>2008-09-06T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T09:46:33.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanity First</title><summary type='text'>I am soooooooooo sick of hearing the Republicans chant USA! USA!. I was listening to a speech of Palin's and, I forget what exactly she said that stirred this, but the crowd erupted into, "USA, USA." God, they sounded like an overgrown Pep Squad. Then there is the whole, "Country First," thing that they have been throwing in our face. I assume this is in reference to the Democrats' signs at their</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/1027266272783733392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/1027266272783733392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/09/sanity-first.html' title='Sanity First'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-9139891356860286187</id><published>2008-09-05T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:23:02.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biden vs. Palin</title><summary type='text'>In my earlier post, I said that Biden could handle Palin and didn't need help from Hillary, or for that matter, any other female democrat. I heard him speak this morning on CNN. He really comes across as a warm, affable, COMPETENT leader. More importantly, there isn't all the media coverage about his misdoings. Sure, there was the plagiarism thing (okay, in college,  I called that getting an A) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/9139891356860286187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/9139891356860286187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/09/biden-vs-palin.html' title='Biden vs. Palin'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-2555221637935601243</id><published>2008-09-05T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T09:26:02.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama to Dispatch Hillary to Counter Palin</title><summary type='text'>What? According to the latest news, Obama is sending Hillary out in to the Wilds of Florida to counter Palin. Okay, that is like sending Jesus out to counter a secretary in a governmental office. Yes, I just compared Hillary to Jesus. I told you I loved her, so get passed it. Seriously, though, does Obama really think that anyone who would potentially vote for him would need to be convinced that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/2555221637935601243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/2555221637935601243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/09/obama-to-dispatch-hillary-to-counter.html' title='Obama to Dispatch Hillary to Counter Palin'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-1049523182359576482</id><published>2008-09-03T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:29:07.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh For God's Sakes</title><summary type='text'>Seriously, the Republicans need to shut up. They need to stop drinking the same kool-aid. And they really need to stop chanting, "USA, USA," at their convention, and evoking God, and shoving signs in the camera that say, "Country First."Kiss my ass. I hate Obama and now I'm gonna have to vote for him because you all are soooo out of control. Thanks. Thanks a lot. I was hoping to stay home and sit</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/1049523182359576482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/1049523182359576482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-for-gods-sakes.html' title='Oh For God&apos;s Sakes'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-5156108103590067178</id><published>2008-08-29T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T14:22:33.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Honking Already</title><summary type='text'>Dear West Hollywood Drivers,I am terribly sorry that I do not turn right at red lights fast enough for you. It is rude of me to not pull out in front of that speeding car barreling down the street. You have a career that is going absolutely nowhere, and if only I would move, you would get nowhere sooner, wouldn't you?I have been horrible to you. Putting my own safety in front of your busy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/5156108103590067178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/5156108103590067178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/08/stop-honking-already.html' title='Stop Honking Already'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-1155610324093482527</id><published>2008-08-29T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T08:54:11.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Republicans Pander</title><summary type='text'>I have a phrase for female republicans: Dumb Whores.So when I learned that McCain had picked a woman as his VP, this is what I heard: McCain picked a Dumb Whore as his running mate.Okay, Dumb Whore is harsh. How about Not Thinking Things Through Clearly Female Who May or May Not Be  a Dumb Whore?When I said I wouldn't vote for Obama, I never said I'd freaking vote for McCain. I think they are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/1155610324093482527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/1155610324093482527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-republicans-pander.html' title='When Republicans Pander'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-5467965150111256209</id><published>2008-08-24T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T16:08:15.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rug Rats on Main Street Howl</title><summary type='text'>In my post about my most recent religious experience, the Bruce show in Hershey, PA, I forgot to mention how many parents are bringing their kids to see Bruce. The kids, ranging from things no higher than my hips to teens, are really hard-core about Bruce, too. They know the words to the songs, and they do that OCD thing that kids do where they talk non-stop about something, in this case, Bruce. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/5467965150111256209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/5467965150111256209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/08/rug-rats-on-main-street-howl.html' title='The Rug Rats on Main Street Howl'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-9100265300739726969</id><published>2008-08-21T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:54:36.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dogs on Main Street Howl</title><summary type='text'>I saw Bruce Springsteen this week in Hershey, PA. He's God. Seriously. He's God. Big G and all. The man is almost 60 and he puts on a show that is just him and the band and all crazed energy and good times. No fancy lights, no dancers, no gimmicks. Just rock and roll. It's like having the perfect bar band experience, but in a stadium.Why can't everything in life be as simple and great as a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/9100265300739726969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/9100265300739726969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/08/dogs-on-main-street-howl.html' title='The Dogs on Main Street Howl'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-2943063392172251965</id><published>2008-08-08T14:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:11:10.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving fair time to men sluts</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, I posted about sluts, the female kind. John Edwards reminded me that it takes two to tango, and men can be sluts, too.I use to like John Edwards, at least I did in the 2004 elections. I saw him at the Democratic debate in November in Vegas and I walked away thinking, "hmmm, he's a little slimy." Of course, after that night, I was a Hillary girl lock, stock and barrel. Then today, I was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/2943063392172251965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/2943063392172251965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/08/giving-fair-time-to-men-sluts.html' title='Giving fair time to men sluts'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-3047996967166036005</id><published>2008-08-07T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:52:43.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Note to the My Space Whore, and Sluts Everywhere</title><summary type='text'>Hi,It's been a while since I've blogged. Since Hillary is not the presidential candidate, I'm feeling unmotivated to write about big-ears Obama or that old guy who is such a dork. By the way, no one but me talks about W's cock-eyed eyes, are we gonna have the same situation with McCain and his teeth? Never mind. That's a whole other blog.Anyway, a lot of strange stuff has happened to me in recent</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/3047996967166036005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/3047996967166036005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/08/note-to-my-space-whore-and-sluts.html' title='A Note to the My Space Whore, and Sluts Everywhere'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-6601755391252527010</id><published>2008-07-15T21:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:53:29.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to Wine About</title><summary type='text'>When people ask me, "what don't you like about LA?" and oddly, I do get asked that question (people never ask me what I do like about LA, by the way) I always say, "no one drinks wine in this town." Or maybe I should say, "they don't drink wine like my friends in SF do."Speaking of my friends in SF, shout out to Paul and Frankie, two fabulous wine drinkers. Good time, boys, good times.The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/6601755391252527010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/6601755391252527010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/07/something-to-wine-about.html' title='Something to Wine About'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nlKB706eCpw/SH17VtqUEoI/AAAAAAAAACI/zfJYXz5k0wA/s72-c/Wine4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9743751.post-5133549231946197692</id><published>2008-07-05T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:43:42.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Birthdays and a Funeral</title><summary type='text'>Today is the birthday of two wonderful ladies, Denise and Diane. Diane is turning the big 5 0 today, and she and her hubby are celebrating for the next couple weeks in New Mexico. Diane is one of those rare people. She's, frankly, a saint. When I first met her, she taught specially challenged kids who were death and blind. Now, I wouldn't even consider teaching your average seven year-old </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/5133549231946197692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/5133549231946197692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-birthdays-and-funeral.html' title='Two Birthdays and a Funeral'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-1821013485748874614</id><published>2008-07-04T11:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T11:49:30.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Independence Day!</title><summary type='text'>The 4th of July is a little bit like a political Christmas: you have to have good will toward Republicans, just for the day. I can work myself up to a full day, however, so at 2:00 p.m, after I have had a cocktail at my pals Michael and Steven's (who, by the way donated bus loads to Hillary's campaign) I am going to declare a moment of forgiveness and for exactly one minute, I will forgive every </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/1821013485748874614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/1821013485748874614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-independence-day.html' title='Happy Independence Day!'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-5244036372577321701</id><published>2008-07-02T16:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:09:58.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get off the PA</title><summary type='text'>As I write this, I am sitting in the Las Vegas airport. There are fat people everywhere eating pastries or hotdogs, while I sip on water and think about how much I'd love some damn fries. There are crying children aplenty. There are annoying people on cell phones talking loudly. There is the constant whir, ching and clang of slot machines. Mostly, though, there is the guy on the PA at Gate #4 who</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/5244036372577321701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/5244036372577321701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/07/get-off-pa.html' title='Get off the PA'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-7341507228880725735</id><published>2008-07-01T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:11:44.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Rock: one more reason to hate religion</title><summary type='text'>Sin City needs redemption. The proof is in the radio dial. I lived here for five years and never knew that this town was full of Christian Rock stations. That’s because I had my own car, and blissfully listened to my CDs and the local classic jazz station. As soon as I moved away and started telecommuting, I had to rent cars, which often meant I had to listen to local radio channels. So imagine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/7341507228880725735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/7341507228880725735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/07/christian-rock-one-more-reason-to-hate.html' title='Christian Rock: one more reason to hate religion'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-767838687466782109</id><published>2008-06-21T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T11:42:41.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm, maybe I'm just a sore loser</title><summary type='text'>That Obama can't win for losing. Now he has to offer a personal apology to the two women who were barred from sitting behind him on stage at a Detroit rally earlier this week. Campaign volunteers blocked two Muslim women from the seats because they worried the women would be seen on camera behind the candidate wearing headscarves.I've never liked Obama (I LOVE YOU HILLARY!) but now I'm really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/767838687466782109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/767838687466782109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/06/hmm-maybe-im-just-sore-looser.html' title='Hmm, maybe I&apos;m just a sore loser'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-7881834605403531562</id><published>2008-06-17T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T22:06:32.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Robby</title><summary type='text'>June 18 is my great pal Robby’s b-day. I blogged about his b-day two years ago; long-time readers may remember that one, but I’m too blogger-deficient to figure out how to do a link to that post. However, if you look in my archives under June 17, 2006, you’ll see that tribute to my fabulous friend---either I got his b-day wrong that year, or I posted a day early and didn’t edit carefully.A lot of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/7881834605403531562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/7881834605403531562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-robby.html' title='Happy Birthday, Robby'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nlKB706eCpw/SFiWjCq2RII/AAAAAAAAACA/PDD4w2iifag/s72-c/RW_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9743751.post-8462375196833698353</id><published>2008-06-16T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:14:41.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Because I Love Al Gore So Much</title><summary type='text'>My heart belongs to Hillary, but I said I’d support Obama, so damnit, to all you democratic non-Hillary supporters, fine, you win. If he loses, I’m personally gonna kick every single Obama supporter’s ass. And look, I’m short and have a ton of issues, so don’t think I won’t.Except for Al Gore. Al, I would never kick his ass.I love Al Gore, my true president from the 2000 election, and tonight </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/8462375196833698353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/8462375196833698353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-because-i-love-al-gore-so-much.html' title='It&apos;s Because I Love Al Gore So Much'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-3789181702753512210</id><published>2008-06-09T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T12:00:53.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Brown and me</title><summary type='text'>I love horse races. Really, I do, though I never watch them. I like the idea of them. People watching horses and short men compete, drinking (the fans, not the horses or presumably, the short men), women wearing big, stupid, floppy hats. Money being spent. Lots of money being spent . . .When Big Brown lost the triple crown this past weekend and came in dead last, I felt a kinship to the poor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/3789181702753512210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/3789181702753512210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-brown-and-me.html' title='Big Brown and me'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-6844065800867669913</id><published>2008-06-07T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:31:29.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Sheets</title><summary type='text'>When I got divorced, I became a dunce. Seriously, I felt like sticking a pointy cap on my head and sit in the corner with a drool cup. I had to learn how to do very basic things in life, like pump gas into my car. Once, I accidently splashed myself with gas and some got in my eyes and in my mouth (yes, I then swallowed because I'm a dunce), and than splashed it all over my car and the ground. You</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/6844065800867669913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/6844065800867669913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/06/deep-sheets.html' title='Deep Sheets'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-826924833775795223</id><published>2008-06-05T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:07:34.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Obama Should Pick Hillary as his VP</title><summary type='text'>I am a fan of the number five. When I was contemplating my move to LA, I asked all my LA friends, "what are the five best things about LA, and what are the five worst things about LA?" For the record, everyone said "Traffic" was among the worst. All but one said that "the people" were among the worst things in LA, as well. The one who did not include "the people," said, "Well, most folks will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/826924833775795223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/826924833775795223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-obama-should-pick-hillary-as-his-vp.html' title='Why Obama Should Pick Hillary as his VP'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-2438638304354112127</id><published>2008-06-04T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:19:24.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillary for  VP!</title><summary type='text'>Today was obviously a sad day for me, and for anyone who supported Hillary. My reaction to the news was, naturally, to stress eat and listen to massive amounts of Bruce Springsteen. I would have drank wine, but, being vain, I figured I had overeaten enough that I couldn't afford the wine calories. But believe me, it's a Xanax night at my place. Of course, Hillary is merely suspending her campaign</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/2438638304354112127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/2438638304354112127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/06/hillary-for-vp.html' title='Hillary for  VP!'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-4307988989159622744</id><published>2008-05-23T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T09:34:37.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reporters Gone Wild</title><summary type='text'>Okay, I have to say it again: Poor Hillary. When I heard her remarks about RFK's assassination, I had no problem understanding the point she was trying to make: that her husband nor RFK had wrapped up the nomination till June. And listen, I don't ever understand anything right away. Just ask my 8th grade math teacher, who had to tutor me after work because I couldn't get fractions. To this day, I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/4307988989159622744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/4307988989159622744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/05/reporters-gone-wild.html' title='Reporters Gone Wild'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-143866542898924847</id><published>2008-05-18T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T09:16:20.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flaming Liberals</title><summary type='text'>A few years back, I had some minor surgery. It was nothing life threatening, but there was a 2 week recovery time that for me turned into 3 weeks because, who knew, I’m a slow healer. I know. I know, it sounds like a metaphor for my life. I’m a slow healer. Or would it be slow learner? I get them mixed up.One of the things that brightened my recovery was all the well-wishers. My pal Carla sent me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/143866542898924847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/143866542898924847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/05/flaming-liberals_18.html' title='Flaming Liberals'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-1764270200213894041</id><published>2008-05-16T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T09:51:23.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Blogging Practices</title><summary type='text'>There's so much to blog about, that if I had time, I could sit at my desk all day and blog. Fortunately for my few readers, my time is limited so that I don't punish you too much with my bad attempt at humor. But, if I did have time to blog, here's a few bullet points that I'd blog about.I just started the above sentence with the word "but." It's okay to do that, and I keep telling the annoying </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/1764270200213894041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/1764270200213894041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/05/bad-blogging-practices.html' title='Bad Blogging Practices'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-4433816267843821748</id><published>2008-05-06T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T18:51:58.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillary and Me</title><summary type='text'>I usually try to avoid blog posts that are rants, because it makes the blogger sound crazy, but today is a cold day in LA and I'm feeling cranky. As it's a primary day as well, there is no better way to vent than to rant, especially about politics. So guess what? I'm going to do a rant! Anyone who knows me, knows I love Hillary Clinton. I always have. It used to (and still does!) burn me up when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/4433816267843821748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/4433816267843821748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/05/hillary-and-me.html' title='Hillary and Me'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-8249096803659422646</id><published>2008-05-03T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T10:53:46.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch with Cokie</title><summary type='text'>The other day, I had lunch with Cokie Roberts. Yes, it sounds like a lie, I know. But I did. Sort of. She spoke at a function, sponsored by a women's organization. She sat at the same table I did, because the president of the organization was there. I wish I could say that she was seated next to me, but, unfortunately I can't as the World's Freakiest Woman was my dining partner.Her name was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/8249096803659422646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/8249096803659422646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/05/lunch-with-cokie.html' title='Lunch with Cokie'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-1769819795690844882</id><published>2008-04-30T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:08:50.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's something about baby</title><summary type='text'>Put me next to a baby and the first word out of my mouth is "F#$." It never fails. I don't mean to do it, it's not a reaction. It's almost like sudden onset tourettes. I had lunch with my friend and her baby yesterday, and somehow the topic turned to politics. I was pretty good, keeping my mouth shut until that monster-under-the-bed topic, religion, came up and then all of a sudden, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/1769819795690844882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/1769819795690844882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/04/theres-something-about-baby.html' title='There&apos;s something about baby'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-4267466547574499375</id><published>2008-04-29T20:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:33:40.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey mister, did I ask your opinion?</title><summary type='text'>I went to see Bill Maher and Tony Snow with my friend E.D. last night. Despite the fact that he comes across as a misogynist, and despite the fact that he likes Obama better than Hillary, I still like Maher. I don’t know much about Tony Snow, other than I disagreed with almost everything he said. He did look well, though, despite his battles with cancer.I could write at length at the funny, pithy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/4267466547574499375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/4267466547574499375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-mister-did-i-ask-your-opinion.html' title='Hey mister, did I ask your opinion?'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-2150691066107845499</id><published>2008-04-27T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T16:31:58.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fa la la la la la L.A.</title><summary type='text'>Being new in town is a little like being the new kid in school in the middle of the semester. Not only are you a stranger among friends and neighbors, but there’s already subtext going on that you don’t know about. When I first told my friends that I was leaving Las Vegas and moving to Los Angeles, nearly everyone had the same response. “Why?” They asked, horrified. And that was the people from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/2150691066107845499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/2150691066107845499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/04/fa-la-la-la-la-la-la.html' title='Fa la la la la la L.A.'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-1498459852122836146</id><published>2008-04-24T21:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:28:24.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where bloggers go when the economy turns blue</title><summary type='text'>Last week I blogged for the first time in months, and as I do, made a huge deal out of it. Then, in an accidental attempt to make myself look silly, I didn't blog for over a week. A blogger blogs, that’s the rule. But a girl gets busy. A girl goes to Vegas. A girl has to sit by the TV and wait for Hillary to win Pennsylvania. Tonight, this girl went for a drive in her Mini. For reasons I can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/1498459852122836146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/1498459852122836146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-week-i-blogged-for-first-time-in.html' title='Where bloggers go when the economy turns blue'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-6438828300323752043</id><published>2008-04-17T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T10:21:09.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say it ain't so, Bruce!</title><summary type='text'>I'm sure you all have heard the terrible news. No, Lindsey is not back in rehab (well, maybe she is, I'm not keeping up.) My hero, my own personal Jesus, my rock god, and the man I was meant to marry from the time I was thirteen, Bruce Springsteen, endorsed Obama for president Wednesday, saying "he speaks to the America I've envisioned in my music for the past 35 years." In a letter addressed to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/6438828300323752043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/6438828300323752043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/04/say-it-aint-so-bruce.html' title='Say it ain&apos;t so, Bruce!'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-7068633156985405691</id><published>2008-04-15T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:00:48.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile</title><summary type='text'>You haven't heard from me in some time. La Blogda is all about people behaving badly, and I've lived that the last few months. I was even one of them, but then again, I always was.Last time I posted---back in October---I had flown to LA from Vegas and saw Springsteen at the Sports Arena. Now I live in LA, and last week I saw Springsteen again, this time in Anaheim at the Honda Center. My life is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/7068633156985405691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/7068633156985405691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-3059160194066792450</id><published>2007-11-11T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T09:00:14.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another odd week in Vegas</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, I went to the grocery store. Somewhere between the blueberries and the eggplant, I noticed a woman pushing one of those grocery carts for kids. They are usually red and resemble a train or an auto. I turned my attention back to the mushrooms, wondering when stores started offering so many types of fungi, there are trumpets, oysters, shitaki, and on and on when I heard the woman say to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/3059160194066792450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/3059160194066792450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-another-odd-week-in-vegas.html' title='Just another odd week in Vegas'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-4908184178430031310</id><published>2007-11-04T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T08:57:52.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clear Channel's Clear Irrelevancy</title><summary type='text'>Clear Channel may own 1,200 stations, but when they banned Bruce Springsteen’s “Magic,” and the album hit number one, the right should have felt their own “ill wind blowing in,” similar to the one Bruce is feeling in “Living in the Future.”Clear Channel at first said that they were not giving his CD airtime because he’s too old. ‘Scuse me, waiter? Can I have a side of ageism served up with my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/4908184178430031310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/4908184178430031310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/11/clear-channels-clear-irrelevancy.html' title='Clear Channel&apos;s Clear Irrelevancy'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-1669123416484790570</id><published>2007-11-03T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T07:38:28.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hammersmith Odium, 1975</title><summary type='text'>I am often late to the game. Just tonight, I bought the Born to Run 30th Anniversary Edition, which, given today’s date, November 3, 2007, has been out for, well, at least a year.I bought it because I did not get enough Bruce live on the 2007 tour, which is still going on. As mentioned in the last post, AC, Robby and I went to the LA Arena 10/29 show. I didn’t realize until long after we got the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/1669123416484790570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/1669123416484790570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/11/hammersmith-odium-1975.html' title='Hammersmith Odium, 1975'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-6297972278331841350</id><published>2007-10-30T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T22:00:40.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirits in the night, all night</title><summary type='text'>I have post-Springsteen syndrome. My throat is sore, my legs ache. I’m fatigued, but have the remnants of euphoria floating around in my head. Last night, I saw Bruce Springsteen at the LA Sports Arena. Oh yeah. He proved it all night.In the universe of Big Bruce Fans, I’m probably about a six or seven out of a ten. I don’t have all his albums: I skipped a couple of the folksy ones. Sorry, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/6297972278331841350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/6297972278331841350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/10/spirit-in-night-all-night.html' title='Spirits in the night, all night'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nlKB706eCpw/RyfXi4dlDHI/AAAAAAAAABw/1rrkRz8Gnlw/s72-c/Bruce_Nils.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9743751.post-6168524108887441787</id><published>2007-10-13T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T21:30:17.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Land of the Blind. . .</title><summary type='text'>My long-time dear pal Robby came over from LA yesterday, and we went to see Kathy Griffin at Mandalay Bay. Kathy sold out the Mama Mia auditorium. Not bad for a red-headed self-proclaimed fag-hag who likes to tell jokes about Paris, Nicole, Lindsey and Britney.After the show, Robby and I walked through the casino and we watched one obese woman after another obse woman wearing cropped tops walk by</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/6168524108887441787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/6168524108887441787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-land-of-blind.html' title='In the Land of the Blind. . .'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-2678250231013179936</id><published>2007-10-10T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T22:11:08.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I'm bad</title><summary type='text'>If you know me, you know that once you cross me, there is no going back. Forgiveness happens to other people. That's my motto. As a result, I am short and have wrinkles I'd rather not have. I don't sleep well at night. I'm known for being dramatic.Recently, a co-worker I don't like died. I didn't like him for a simple reason: he was mean. He was mean to me and others. Mainly, I didn't like him </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/2678250231013179936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/2678250231013179936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/10/yes-im-bad.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m bad'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-6454663103639431530</id><published>2007-10-07T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T16:41:55.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My "Magic" Review</title><summary type='text'>Thank God Bruce threw out the fiddles from "The Seeger Sessions" and picked up his guitar. You know that when Bruce has both Steve Van Zandt's and Nils Lofgren's guitars backing him, that all is well in the state of Rock and Roll. I'm sure SS was a good album, but I like my Bruce the way I like my men. Straight and strong.My favorite song on his new album, "Magic," is "Living in the Future," </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/6454663103639431530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/6454663103639431530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-magic-review.html' title='My &quot;Magic&quot; Review'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-3020091427865319916</id><published>2007-10-01T02:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T02:47:00.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Time</title><summary type='text'>I’ve always wondered about people who didn’t like Bruce Springsteen. I realize that each person has their own taste, but, I’ve never been able to figure out how I can feel his songs so deeply, and, I’m just one of many people who can say that, while others shrug him off completely as a mainstream rocker, kinda like Bon Jovi. Actually, one girl told me once that he reminded her of Bon Jovi, “but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/3020091427865319916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/3020091427865319916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/10/magic-time.html' title='Magic Time'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-7686559097408438755</id><published>2007-09-21T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T06:54:16.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, she has a good last name.</title><summary type='text'>Seriously, who is Amy Wineshoue? I’m fairly old, so I don’t know this kind of pop-culture stuff. All I know is that everyone is up in arms over young girls like her who are drunk, out-of-control, and making a mess of their lives. The media says they need rehab, I say they need to call me so we can have a pajama party. I'll bring my silver flask filled with Absolute.Here is what Salon wrote </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/7686559097408438755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/7686559097408438755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/09/well-she-has-good-last-name.html' title='Well, she has a good last name.'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-580459405149973902</id><published>2007-09-07T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T06:39:32.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to Gaffe About</title><summary type='text'>In case you missed this in the news, here's an article from Reuters:SYDNEY (Reuters) - Even for someone as gaffe-prone as U.S. President George W. Bush, he was in rare form on Friday, confusing APEC with OPEC and transforming Australian troops into Austrians.Bush's tongue started slipping almost as soon as he started talking at a business forum on the eve of an Asia-Pacific Economic Cooperation (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/580459405149973902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/580459405149973902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/09/something-to-gaffe-about.html' title='Something to Gaffe About'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-5605443693479779715</id><published>2007-09-05T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T07:03:01.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Once Knew a Girl Named Katrina</title><summary type='text'>When I was 17, my pal CW and I went with her mom to New Orleans to see the Rolling Stones play. Van Halen was the opening act. The venue? The Superdome. Before the show, we sat in a French Quarter restaurant and ate oyster po-boys and watched a waitress bolt across the floor and lock the door to keep some LSU frat boys from walking out on the bill. Later, we went to the concert, and I met an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/5605443693479779715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/5605443693479779715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-once-knew-girl-named-katrina.html' title='I Once Knew a Girl Named Katrina'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-781878088609335952</id><published>2007-08-13T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T06:59:05.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rove's Dog Days Exit</title><summary type='text'>I don't have time for a lengthy post, so I copied and pasted this from Yahoo News:By TERENCE HUNT, AP White House Correspondent 6 minutes agoWASHINGTON - "Karl Rove, President Bush's close friend and chief political strategist, plans to leave the White House at the end of August, joining a lengthening line of senior officials heading for the exits in the final 1 1/2 years of the administration."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/781878088609335952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/781878088609335952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/08/roves-dog-days-exit.html' title='Rove&apos;s Dog Days Exit'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-7885694002929133846</id><published>2007-08-11T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T13:33:25.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I lack in skill I make up for in context</title><summary type='text'>I have no idea what the above headline means, but one day, I will write a book with this title. I fell off my South Beach Phase 1 diet last night and had a glass of a yummy pinot noir. Do you know what happens on Phase 1? Your body gets real clean and efficient on the inside, and when you dump a yummy pinot in your gullet, hilarity ensues, just like a bad seventies sitcom. So as I was polishing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/7885694002929133846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/7885694002929133846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-i-lack-in-skill-i-make-up-for-in.html' title='What I lack in skill I make up for in context'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-3008817430150175277</id><published>2007-07-18T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T19:57:57.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Esteem Happens to Other People</title><summary type='text'>Dear Reader,I have not blogged lately because I'm too busy thinking about my Botox. It was due to wear off any day now, and I've been trying to decide whether or not to get more. On the one hand, I looked younger, and as a side note, surprised. On the other hand, I suffered from puffy eyes more. Puffy eyes is a side-effect of Botox that doctors don't won't you to know about.So for the last three </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/3008817430150175277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/3008817430150175277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/07/self-esteem-happens-to-other-people.html' title='Self-Esteem Happens to Other People'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-273240337895603100</id><published>2007-07-03T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T14:50:57.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother Can You Spare a Scooter?</title><summary type='text'>Um, is this irony? If so I’m not getting it. Sheryl Gay Stolberg (there’s a joke in that name somewhere, I just haven’t found it) writes in the Washington Post: “President Bush’s decision to commute the sentence of I. Lewis Libby Jr. was the act of a liberated man — a leader who knows that, with 18 months left in the Oval Office and only a dwindling band of conservatives still behind him, he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/273240337895603100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/273240337895603100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/07/brother-can-you-spare-scooter.html' title='Brother Can You Spare a Scooter?'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-6894851428517042097</id><published>2007-07-03T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T08:02:38.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello? Is Anybody Out There</title><summary type='text'>It's been a while since I blogged. I'm not sure I have any readers left as a result. Not that I've ever had many readers. I'm not sure how bloggers get readers, though I know some have been successful. They must have a wide social network of friends who read their blog. I have some friends. Some even like to read. Evidently, they don't like to read my stuff. I will try not to take it personal, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/6894851428517042097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/6894851428517042097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-is-anybody-out-there.html' title='Hello? Is Anybody Out There'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-4891639526688574211</id><published>2007-05-18T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T07:39:55.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exxon and its Carbon Cabal</title><summary type='text'>For years, my pals AC and DB have been warning me about global warming. As usual, I pretended to listen while wondering silently to myself which hair spray really gave my shiny locks the best hold. By the way, I favor Pantene. I know it's passé, but sometimes the classics work best.I saw my pals recently in Boulder. It was darn cold there; meanwhile Vegas was enjoying another late start to spring</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/4891639526688574211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/4891639526688574211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/05/exxon-and-its-carbon-cabal.html' title='Exxon and its Carbon Cabal'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-3367580313271965312</id><published>2007-05-17T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T21:17:43.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye to the Girls</title><summary type='text'>In a world where people behave badly, seven years ago i found a retreat. Yes, you guessed it. The Gilmore Girls.Oh shut up. I know that the world is falling apart: war, hunger, poverty, oppression. I can' take Xanax all the time to deal with the stress of it all. Where there is no Xanax, there is Gilmore Girls.True to this blog of people behaving badly, I have the beloved stars of Gilmore Girls </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/3367580313271965312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/3367580313271965312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-bye-to-girls.html' title='Good-bye to the Girls'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-6058864033623774024</id><published>2007-05-13T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T19:27:27.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn. Religion Again?</title><summary type='text'>In an effort to be fair and balanced (I've never tried this before, but I've got this list of 1,000 things to do before I die. . .) I am posting the below quote from Barack Obama. I do not like what he says. I disagree with him (though factually he is right, I disagree with the sentiment). Keep your religion to yourself, unless you want to bore us. Give us some new rhetoric."Secularists are wrong</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/6058864033623774024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/6058864033623774024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/05/yawn-religion-again.html' title='Yawn. Religion Again?'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-8832239209327450101</id><published>2007-05-13T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T19:01:27.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Quote</title><summary type='text'>I'm getting tired of this question: Obama, Clinton, Edwards, who will be the next President? Who knows, right, it's too soon, and maybe it will be Rudy or some other Republican. Whatever happens, I heard a quote I like, and I wish W would remember this more (and a few other Republicans, too).". . . That’s the great thing about the democratic party. You can have a position that wasn’t given to you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/8832239209327450101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/8832239209327450101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-quote.html' title='Good Quote'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-491625819396426987</id><published>2007-05-04T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T15:54:34.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's Rant</title><summary type='text'>I haven't blogged in a while, not since the death of our cat Liza. Since Miss Manners has not tackled the question of how long one appropriately mourns the loss of a beloved pet, I thought I'd give the blog a rest. But I think I'm back, especially as death is a time for reflection, and during this time, I have reflected a lot and come up with a few things I think are true:1) My cat Sammy Davis, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/491625819396426987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/491625819396426987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/05/fridays-rant.html' title='Friday&apos;s Rant'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-689281519301287021</id><published>2007-04-20T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T20:31:54.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curtain Call for Miss Minnelli</title><summary type='text'>Our cat, Liza Minnelli passed away this week. Actually, we had to put her to sleep. While our other cat, Sammy Davis, Jr., is taking this all in stride, and is under the impression that her demise means more food for him, we are not taking it so well.Sammy has always been our “pet” pet. He was our first, and we got Liza because I thought he seemed lonely. In retrospect, I was probably wrong. Like</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/689281519301287021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/689281519301287021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/04/curtain-call-for-miss-minnelli.html' title='Curtain Call for Miss Minnelli'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nlKB706eCpw/Ril2w9ayvzI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eYwnVZej4Ms/s72-c/IMAG0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9743751.post-3244963381884257043</id><published>2007-04-17T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T18:45:55.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can We Imitate Canadians?</title><summary type='text'>Now this is funny: Canadian author Yann Martel, worried about Prime Minister Stephen Harper's apparent lack of interest in the arts, sent him a book on Monday and said he would continue doing so for the next two weeks.Martel, who wrote "Life of Pi," was upset that Harper had paid no attention during a recent parliamentary ceremony to honor Canadian artists."What makes him tick? No doubt he is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/3244963381884257043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/3244963381884257043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/04/can-we-imitate-canadians.html' title='Can We Imitate Canadians?'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-1793695550998559558</id><published>2007-04-15T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T06:53:21.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Problem with Vegas</title><summary type='text'>Someone once wrote about Las Vegas that it was a town with a pulse, but no heart. It's true. I like to write about people behaving badly. The thought never occurred to me when I lived in SF, but after moving to Vegas, since people behaving badly are such a common occurrence, it only seemed natural that I would start this blog.The worst people I have known live in Las Vegas. Long-time La Blogda </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/1793695550998559558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/1793695550998559558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/04/problem-with-vegas.html' title='The Problem with Vegas'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-3920107360183612734</id><published>2007-03-31T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T21:33:56.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Binx on Break</title><summary type='text'>Ahhh, springtime. Flowers are blooming, birds are singing, and teens are puking from Destin to Miami as they enjoy their spring break. Don't you love spring? I do. In fact, I've got spring fever bad. I've also got a bad case of the "spread-to-thins." Having started another blog (what was I thinking, I barely write in this one), editing my next manuscript, and trying to keep up with my day job is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/3920107360183612734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/3920107360183612734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/03/binx-on-break.html' title='Binx on Break'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-3182118738430980592</id><published>2007-03-23T21:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T21:40:36.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John Edwards’ Unfortunate Marketing Strategy?</title><summary type='text'>Ever since John and Elizabeth Edwards announced that he would continue running despite the return of her cancer, I’ve heard people muse that he was simply employing a marketing strategy in order to get the sympathy vote. Those are the people who never would vote for him anyway, and probably belong to Bush’s 30% base of supporters.I can’t judge what Edwards is doing. I think his wife is awfully </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/3182118738430980592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/3182118738430980592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/03/john-edwards-unfortunate-marketing.html' title='John Edwards’ Unfortunate Marketing Strategy?'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-7157109987099785866</id><published>2007-03-21T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T07:01:06.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Word: Hypocracy</title><summary type='text'>Oh dear. Karma is an awful bitch. The poor Republicans are learning this. W is in such a tizzy over the democrats wanting to issue subpeonas and investigate the Gonzales firings. I bet even Ambien can't help W sleep at night."We will not go along with a partisan fishing expedition aimed at honorable public servants," Bush said Tuesday. "The initial response by Democrats, unfortunately, shows that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/7157109987099785866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/7157109987099785866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/03/todays-word-hypocracy.html' title='Today&apos;s Word: Hypocracy'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-466356293269121689</id><published>2007-03-19T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:48:13.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick Up the Pace Peter</title><summary type='text'>“I believe homosexual acts between two individuals are immoral and that we should not condone immoral acts. I do not believe the United States is well served by a policy that says it is OK to be immoral in any way.”This is what Joint Chief of Staff Chairman General Peter Pace said last week about homosexuals serving openly in the military, Look, Peter Pace picked-a-pickled-pompous-pose, if there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/466356293269121689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/466356293269121689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/03/pick-up-pace-peter.html' title='Pick Up the Pace Peter'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-4823276802298035263</id><published>2007-03-18T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T15:23:13.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These are a few of my least favorite things</title><summary type='text'>Oh I know. I've posted this image before. But I just hate Bush and I also don't like babies. Republicans everywhere, go ahead, hate me. I just can't help myself.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/4823276802298035263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/4823276802298035263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/03/these-are-few-of-my-least-favorite.html' title='These are a few of my least favorite things'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nlKB706eCpw/Rf27oPpC4LI/AAAAAAAAAAg/etf4aBId6cY/s72-c/Bush+and+Baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9743751.post-6582281986255239584</id><published>2007-03-17T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T08:34:39.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate Kids; Love Margaux</title><summary type='text'>I now have three blogs, which is stupid. I barely keep up this one. Bourbon Decay promotes my book, and the new one, Audacious Ink is simply a blog on marketing and marketing strategy. Then there is this one, which is devoted to people behaving badly, or said another way, a verbal vehicle for my menopausal rants.I am on Phase 2 of the South Beach diet, or as I call this phase, Finally, I can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/6582281986255239584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/6582281986255239584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/03/hate-kids-love-margaux.html' title='Hate Kids; Love Margaux'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-2411390099209181394</id><published>2007-03-14T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T15:51:15.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Politicians Just Need a Nap</title><summary type='text'>Today's news that lack of sleep affects moral judgment may explain the problem with our politicians. They are not corrupt, as they are often accused. They are just tired! Give them a bottle (of Scotch) and put them down for a nap.Imagine, if W and his cronies had rested up, they may not have felt the need to lie about Iraq's WMD. Politicians in Louisiana, a state notorious for crooked pols, are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/2411390099209181394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/2411390099209181394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/03/politicians-just-need-nap.html' title='Politicians Just Need a Nap'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-161625262728627511</id><published>2007-03-12T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T09:28:13.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Like This Photo</title><summary type='text'>I actually don't have anything to blog about, I just thought this photo was funny. It reminds me of how I often feel in work situations, when I watch the news, or how I imagine W often looks in cabinet meetings. The photo accompanied a story on Yahoo about a meat-eating calf that eats chickens.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/161625262728627511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/161625262728627511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-just-like-this-photo.html' title='I Just Like This Photo'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nlKB706eCpw/RfV_C_pC4KI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-0dZTpXC_w8/s72-c/capt.390334a93a6f9b5954f3ccefe3a868cc' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9743751.post-7394695715657759896</id><published>2007-03-11T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T13:35:12.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Columbia: Good for More Than Coffee</title><summary type='text'>Around 150 protesters attacked police with rocks and metal barriers in Colombia, just moments after W landed for a short six-hour visit. What would those people do if he was their president? Seriously, I can only imagine. So, in the interest of national safety, let’s open our borders to any Columbians who want to become citizens. If they will get pissy over a few hours of W being in their country</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/7394695715657759896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/7394695715657759896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/03/columbia-good-for-more-than-coffee.html' title='Columbia: Good for More Than Coffee'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-1887272295872352723</id><published>2007-03-07T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T21:35:18.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dick, Dick, Dick (Cheney)</title><summary type='text'>What's with Dick? The guy has more problems than Dr. Marlena Evans on "Days of our Lives." If we go back and look at his history, and then move forward to Scooter's perjury conviction, Dick's got issues.Dems have long scorned him for his role as a the former head of Halliburton. Every time a government contract was awarded in the Middle East, Dick was given credit on blame, depending on the party</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/1887272295872352723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/1887272295872352723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/03/dick-dick-dick-cheney.html' title='Dick, Dick, Dick (Cheney)'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-4366046906433463967</id><published>2007-03-05T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T06:55:09.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You and the Daily News</title><summary type='text'>My pal Frankie sent this to me. It's making its way around the Internet. I wish I could credit the proper author, but I don't know who created this. Whoever it is, they deserve applause.Subject: What do you read (and why)?1. The Wall Street Journal is read by the people who run the country.2. The Washington Post is read by people who think they run thecountry.3. The New York Times is read by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/4366046906433463967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/4366046906433463967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-and-daily-news.html' title='You and the Daily News'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-7182762231430194334</id><published>2007-03-04T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T21:36:02.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ann’s F Word</title><summary type='text'>Much has been made in the media about Ann Coulter’s recent “joke” about John Edwards being a “faggot.” She’s been vilified plenty, but I haven’t heard one word against the fact that the audience, Republicans, generally applauded her comment. In fact, a number of them thought it was downright hysterical.Putting aside that her comment was rude and done, per her key to success, to shock, it brought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/7182762231430194334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/7182762231430194334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/03/anns-f-word.html' title='Ann’s F Word'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-422840146935316806</id><published>2007-02-25T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T16:03:28.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Crazy Vegas Party</title><summary type='text'>Last night, i went to the b-day party of one of my Vegas pals. She's a great woman who had an interesting career as a showgirl at the Stardust years ago. I went to the party mainly to support her, but also, I knew, I would encounter fodder for this blog. As usual, a Vegas party is a breeding ground for people behaving badly.First, let me start off with the lone Republican at the party. Let's call</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/422840146935316806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/422840146935316806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/02/another-crazy-vegas-party.html' title='Another Crazy Vegas Party'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-3925770240478932780</id><published>2007-02-18T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T07:42:57.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the End of the World as we Know It</title><summary type='text'>The headline may be an overstatement, but the REM song keeps going through my head as I peruse the news this morning. While Anna Nicole's death was sad, as any death like that would be, I'm surprised at the number of people I've heard say, "God, I just loved her." What? Did you forget her slurring, "Do you love my body?" or her TV show? While I always found Anna Nicole to be someone that the rest</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/3925770240478932780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/3925770240478932780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-end-of-world-as-we-know-it.html' title='It&apos;s the End of the World as we Know It'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nlKB706eCpw/Rdhx0G5nz_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BvZefWBE97s/s72-c/070217_britney_spears_bald.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9743751.post-5134997561283988738</id><published>2007-02-17T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T16:48:58.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’ve Got the Babies on a Plane Blues</title><summary type='text'>Actually, what I’ve got is yet another cold. I blame it on the inspiration for my last post, Babies on a Plane, as I am sure some kid got me sick while flying last week. I hate kids, have I ever mentioned that?  I think Bill Maher does, too. So since I’m too ill and feeling too dull to either write about Anna Nicole, or the recent senate debate on whether or not to send yet even more troops to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/5134997561283988738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/5134997561283988738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/02/ive-got-babies-on-plane-blues.html' title='I’ve Got the Babies on a Plane Blues'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-117123171328794415</id><published>2007-02-11T13:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T10:39:14.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies on a Plane</title><summary type='text'>I have spent the last week flying from Vegas to NYC and back, then Vegas to Savannah and back, and I learned something interesting: it is a Federal Aviation REQUIREMENT that babies and other small children be seated in the row beside me, or in front or behind me. If I am in an aisle seat, the baby may sit in the seat across from mine. There are more rules and regulations to this requirement:1. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/117123171328794415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/117123171328794415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/02/babies-on-plan_11.html' title='Babies on a Plane'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-117046590653947078</id><published>2007-02-02T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T17:25:06.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Lablogda, Bad, Bad, Lablogda</title><summary type='text'>I've been awful about blogging lately. It's been two weeks, and in that time, five million more democrats entered the presidential race, W is still making excuses for Iraq, New Orleans is, as usual, still a huge mess, and I had a smackdown with the office tramp -- again. On the sad side (as if the above were not sad enough) Molly Ivans passed. It's been a hard time for Good Texas Women.I'm going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/117046590653947078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/117046590653947078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/02/bad-lablogda-bad-bad-lablogda.html' title='Bad Lablogda, Bad, Bad, Lablogda'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-116943305341973031</id><published>2007-01-21T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T18:31:26.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Blogger Blogging about Hillary</title><summary type='text'>Hillary Clinton is running for president. All the talking heads are chattering about the meaning of this. According to them, she’s going to win the Primaries. I think that is silly talk this early in the game. Obama has barely had his day in the sun, and John Edwards is started to make a lot of sense. I’m not sure how I feel about Hillary running. I crazy like that woman, don’t get me wrong. She’</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/116943305341973031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/116943305341973031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-blogger-blogging-about-hillary.html' title='Another Blogger Blogging about Hillary'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-116866958636239578</id><published>2007-01-12T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T17:31:33.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantom of the Operatic Birthday</title><summary type='text'>Today I turned forty-six, or as I now think of it, forty-sick. Screw the forties, I’m already wondering how I will spend the big 5 Oh God. Maybe I’ll get some friends together and do a Sonoma weekend, or if I have the bucks, we’ll go to France and drink actual champagne in the actual champagne region. My luck, I’ll be snowed in at some airport in the Midwest reading the latest issue of People. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/116866958636239578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/116866958636239578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/01/phantom-of-operatic-birthday.html' title='Phantom of the Operatic Birthday'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-116831962393712331</id><published>2007-01-08T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T21:13:43.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Slippery Slope – Then and Now</title><summary type='text'>Those of you old enough to remember the Viet Nam war or as the Vietnamese call it: the American War may see some uncanny comparisons to our current situation in Iraq.  The scary part is that it is not an exact comparison; Iraq is infinitely more complex and dangerous.When I read the news about Iraq I can’t help get that here we go again feeling.  The current jargon and euphemisms bear an uncanny </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/116831962393712331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/116831962393712331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/01/slippery-slope-then-and-now.html' title='A Slippery Slope – Then and Now'/><author><name>frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437934162343737144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-116818275995315932</id><published>2007-01-07T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T07:15:27.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Insults Were Classy</title><summary type='text'>We've all been in a situation where we wish we had a zinger of a come-back. Something, as I call it, that will put the other person in therapy for years to come. A friend emailed me the following quotes from smart people skilled in the art of the insult.  I wish I could credit where these quotes were pulled from, I only know they are making there way around the interent in a series of mass emails</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/116818275995315932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/116818275995315932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-insults-were-classy.html' title='When Insults Were Classy'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9743751.post-116812019297989407</id><published>2007-01-06T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T13:54:37.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fido Gets Thin</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, Americans do embarrassing things. Pfizer is often behind it. They recently came out with diet drugs for dogs. Evidently, not only are we getting fatter, but so are our dogs.Okay, that does it. Put down the hot dog. Throw it away. Do not give it to you dog.Diet pills have side-effects, hasn't anyone heard. I know. I've taken them. I'm more wired with diet pills than a coke-head at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/116812019297989407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9743751/posts/default/116812019297989407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lablogda.blogspot.com/2007/01/fido-gets-thin.html' title='Fido Gets Thin'/><author><name>Binx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16046546618500635365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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></feed>
