<?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-3402994</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:22:11.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keinwitz</title><subtitle type='html'>Explore alternative cooking, politics, pov, philosophies and just general wackiness, stupidity and humour in a big way with Gingerotta (a tough name for a little girl.)(edit 06: not little tremendous in heart).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-106030080273744039</id><published>2003-08-07T20:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:25:46.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Snoologic in an Indeterminant MethodI believe that I am indeterminist for although I recognize and identify with determinist theory, I realize that nothing in my life is truly determined.  I accept and agree that a determinist environment did shape me and mold me to become the individual that I am today.  I understand through biological determinism, that I did not choose my gender, my genetics, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/106030080273744039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3402994&amp;postID=106030080273744039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/106030080273744039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/106030080273744039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/2003/08/snoologic-in-indeterminant-method-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-105857237176734516</id><published>2003-07-18T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:25:46.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mad  FridayJust want to know if mr cashwrap nazi ever thinks before he opens his mouth.  The things which come up are superficial, mean, and hypocritical.  Some examples, as he deals with customers in his customarily rude way, "Have you heard about our frappachino festival? We have ten new flavors, that is why it is a festival."  I wanted to laugh when I heard that one roll off his tongue.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/105857237176734516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3402994&amp;postID=105857237176734516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/105857237176734516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/105857237176734516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/2003/07/mad-friday-just-want-to-know-if-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-105789153375739813</id><published>2003-07-10T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:25:46.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rainy Days Again and Again and AgainPittsburgh seems mired in an endless season of rain this week...pretty amazing too since we just came out of a 2 month rainy season last week.  I experienced the storms first hand this afternoon as I waited nearly an hour for my bus in the rain, without an umbrella.  It was a joy to see the lightening and feel a heady rush as the thunder claps resonated right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/105789153375739813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3402994&amp;postID=105789153375739813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/105789153375739813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/105789153375739813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/2003/07/rainy-days-again-and-again-and-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-105759647703650866</id><published>2003-07-07T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:25:46.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CashWrap Nazi Strikes AgainI work at Barnes and Nobles, I sell books and most of the time get insulted by snotty customers.  I don't think there is a day when I am working that a random customer insults my intelligence.  I cannot quite understand this, since I am not too certain about their own mental powers.  Of course it is my job at BandN to smile and take the insults,  and when noone is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/105759647703650866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3402994&amp;postID=105759647703650866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/105759647703650866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/105759647703650866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/2003/07/cashwrap-nazi-strikes-again-i-work-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-105691459586176673</id><published>2003-06-29T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:25:46.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RehashWell I know why I cannot have bookmarks at work, and why I have extremly restricted computer access.  The simple reason is my manager is a twofaced fat bitch, recently she decided that she disliked me.  She has then proceeded to make the motions to fire me, to the point of listing an ad in the newspaper for the position that I currently had.  I knew something was up for the very day I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/105691459586176673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3402994&amp;postID=105691459586176673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/105691459586176673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/105691459586176673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/2003/06/rehash-well-i-know-why-i-cannot-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-105570404099251629</id><published>2003-06-15T15:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T15:07:20.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Links for dem Tarot JoinksSo since I am unable to make bookmarks at work,(my coworker keeps erasing them) I will post my links here....I actually found informative websites on the web...can you believe it?http://www.geocities.com/Paris/2110/http://www.learntarot.com/course.htm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/105570404099251629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/105570404099251629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/105570404099251629'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-105570369899499110</id><published>2003-06-15T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T15:01:39.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SnooDawg In da HouseHey yo homies, Snoo dawg is back in the house and the request line is open! Sure whatever that means...just a quick update.  I am in Pittsburgh PA at the moment, I have been here since Feb 17.  It was not an easy trip for sure, and I am certain to bore you with the details at a later moment.  Trivialties for the day, I bought my first tarot deck on friday...yes the 13th...no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/105570369899499110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/105570369899499110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/105570369899499110'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-88480628</id><published>2003-02-03T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T12:31:48.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Virgin Boy Strikes AgainI do not know if I have already mentioned the antics of virgin boy previously.  Just in case, here are the details.  Virgin boy is a character to say the least, he is 27 years old, on paxil and cannot seem to find a girlfriend.  Well perhaps he could find a girlfriend if his standards were not so high, the ultimate qualification is the girl must be a virgin too.  He has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/88480628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/88480628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/88480628'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-88215799</id><published>2003-01-29T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T12:45:08.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WordJust wanted to test out pic capabilites.  Test  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/88215799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/88215799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/88215799'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-88129500</id><published>2003-01-27T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-27T20:44:23.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate hotmailYo Yo I hate hotmail, today I could not sign in because their site Now requires cookies.  Like hello, I want to choose to accept those little nuggut-terds of information, so any site that demands I accept them I say piss off.  Therefore, I will be searching for another free webmail.  Other news, I subbed today for the third time.  The class I got was absolutly horrid!  I had them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/88129500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/88129500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/88129500'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-87267998</id><published>2003-01-11T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-11T12:00:38.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>InputHey ya'll since I ended my paxil regime, I have become an ueberbitch.  I suppose it could be superPms, why do woman have to suffer so? We already have to suffer as second class citizens, so why do we have to feel miserable on top of that?  I have set my sights upon a far off city, Pittsburgh is the name.  I decided that I can go to school as easily in a city as I can in florida.  The big </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/87267998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/87267998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/87267998'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-86553443</id><published>2002-12-26T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-07T22:42:08.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Leftist with a Cause/Ok peeps your madame, your slut, your lesbo, your whore is back.  She is also back with a purpose! Omigod can you believe it?  What purpose can this be?  Well peeps, read on and you shall reap the benefits of my philosophy should there even be such a thing.  Roll back- (oh no that reminds me of walmart), some months ago, and this would be august, I made a major relocation to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/86553443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/86553443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/86553443'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-85994695</id><published>2002-12-14T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T11:45:39.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bite MeI hate it in florida, I hate my position in life. I hate the government, I hate war.  In short everything pisses me off right now.  I don't want to hear anything about it.  People piss me off and you do too.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/85994695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/85994695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/85994695'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-81526732</id><published>2002-09-12T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-12T18:53:08.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YEEHAWHey chaps,so I just made a major relocation to Florida.  Let me tell you about how different it is here.  People are so Laid-back here, they are not in a hurry to do anything.  They are also so friendly you wanna punch em, and also, let me tell you about all the inside information you can discover here. (another time of course)  A lovely portion of my area smells like weed, guess why.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/81526732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/81526732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/81526732'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-79463519</id><published>2002-07-26T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-27T00:02:34.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SomethingI sleep, but can find no rest.When but I dream I cannot follow.I cry but the tears will not fall.I have been silent yet still I rage inside.In becoming I have become nothing.This is what it feels to die slowly from without.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/79463519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/79463519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/79463519'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-78938278</id><published>2002-07-14T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-17T12:01:33.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Short RecourseSeems that lately I have not had too much to say.  Well Dammit, those days are over!  I shall ease you people into my life again with a short discussion of this past week.  Hmmm well as short as possible cause peeps, this week has been killer tight with lots of occurences.  Straight up Bitch!  First yo, this monday I was working the morning shift (5am to 1330 niggah), and I heard a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/78938278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/78938278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/78938278'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-78517426</id><published>2002-07-03T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-03T14:29:37.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Highschool Dance NightmaresSaturday night I came across a young guy that has managed to elude Kristina and myself over the years.  We first met this character some 4 years ago at a shitty rave party held in an equally shitty former ghetto bar now turned rave haven on friday nights.  Needless to say K and I were pretty much outclassed by all the buzzing ecstasy faggot ass ravers.  Suddenly from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/78517426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/78517426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/78517426'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-77916025</id><published>2002-06-18T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-18T22:32:57.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Support the Warmachine or DieIt has come to my attention via my various jobhunting excursions that there is really not much to look forward to in a career.  In my region there are only fastfood joints, retail slums, government contracting whores, government scum jobs and joining the vast opportunic military of our great empire.  Of course there is always the reality of finishing my degree and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/77916025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/77916025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/77916025'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-77424327</id><published>2002-06-06T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T13:10:01.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TorridRecently a friend and I went to a mall shop called Torrid.  This shop was really not that bad, they had a huge variety of gothic/alternative style clothing.  We wandered into this shops decadance, looked with slight distaste at the cheesy accessories and noticed that all the clothing were in hues of black, red and darkest blue.  We made our way to the back of the store to check out the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/77424327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/77424327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/77424327'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-76081541</id><published>2002-05-02T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-02T11:21:27.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PhoneWarsThis wonderful rainy, morning I was awakened by a cheerful call from Att.  Of course they wanted to know why I switched from them to MCI.  I told them the reason, and then they give real discredit to MCI, cause it turns out MCI was lying to me.  How were they lying to me, well the only reason they got me was because I was too lazy to send two payments out, one to verizon and one to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/76081541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/76081541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/76081541'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-75952180</id><published>2002-04-29T01:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-29T01:47:49.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tornado!!!Guess what peeps, on Sunday April 28: 1925 Eastern Time, a Tornado touched down in Laplata MD!!  I have real eyewitness accounts too!!! (hey, tornados are interesting especially when they happen in MD)  My mom was at the Walmart when she saw this black mass forming across the street.  She said it looked strange, cause there were papers flying all around it, and she was like haven't I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/75952180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75952180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75952180'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-75834721</id><published>2002-04-26T00:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-26T00:02:46.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SuperGeekAdmittedly, I amThe Cool, but sometimes I am such a Super Geek. For instance, tonight Empire Strikes Back was broadcasted on Fox.  Somehow George Lucas has placed the need in my brain to listen to The Empire Strikes Back soundtrack (which I already own).  Hence, currently I am on the second listening of the soundtrack this evening.   I wonder how many other people fell into this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/75834721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75834721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75834721'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-75832757</id><published>2002-04-25T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-25T23:16:40.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I ate too MuchOh damn, I ate too much!  I ate so much that I could not pig out on the oatmeal chocolate cookies I baked.  Damn, I ate tunafish pizza, grilled chicken, salad, cookie dough, and now I think about lifting weights.  Except, damn I ate too much, and now I have a headache.   Just a simple fact to share with my dear blogreaders.  Tschuessi!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/75832757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75832757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75832757'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-75712107</id><published>2002-04-22T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-25T23:02:08.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Driving FrenzyI like to think that I am a decent, patient driver....but sometimes when I get behind the wheel, sometimes I become enraged.  Enraged at what you so aptly ask?  I become enraged at my fellow travelers for blocking all lanes so that I cannot pass them and go happily my way.  Certainly many of us have gone through this and more....the most we can do is glare at them, give them the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/75712107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75712107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75712107'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-75535928</id><published>2002-04-18T01:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-18T01:17:48.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Attention Attention! Have a gag!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/75535928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75535928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75535928'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-75535059</id><published>2002-04-18T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-18T00:46:34.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Obvious ZoneGee, I really hate it when people state the obvious to me, like "did you know that it is really hot out there?", when refering to the enormous structure of our gymnasium.  Of course I know it is really hot, and no we will not attempt to air-condition our nearly 3 story tall ceiling gymansium.  No No No, and I also think it would be a WASTE of energy if we did air-condition it, cause </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/75535059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75535059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75535059'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-75484532</id><published>2002-04-16T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-16T20:43:14.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>???Ok, I admit it, I am stupid at math.....but what I cannot understand is how my lack of a 100 plus dollar calculator could have such a profound effect against me.   I am failing half of the exams I take cause I do not happen to have the money to buy such an expensive thing (and which I will use only during the 2 math courses I will enroll in).  Yet at the present rate I am going in my math </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/75484532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75484532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75484532'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-75473349</id><published>2002-04-16T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-16T15:12:15.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOTIt is HOT today, and was hot yesterday, and the day before.  It seems that the hot weather is already kicking in, it was 94 degrees yesterday, and it is just the begining of April!!!  Now if I have ever complained about living in the basement of this house, let me take that back.  Fuck Yeah I am glad to be sleeping downstairs!!!  Upstairs is so hot, my roomies have not even bothered to open </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/75473349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75473349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75473349'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-75452501</id><published>2002-04-16T00:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-16T00:51:34.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yo MommaHey g's its your favorite chick Susan!!!!  Just wanted to update you peeps on the progress of my room cleaning. It seems like I am always cleaning my room, but this time it is almost done!!  I even put my books on the shelves!!!  Plus I even put all my clothes away....it is amazing the added space you have when you are not walking over piles of Clean clothing!  The bed is made, the time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/75452501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75452501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75452501'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-75311756</id><published>2002-04-11T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-11T23:46:40.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Math Hates MeAlgebra beat me down with the ugly stick today....I am not sure if there is a comeback.  Please, can anyone help me?? Trade brains with me, possess me, something!   Thanks.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/75311756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75311756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75311756'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-75311598</id><published>2002-04-11T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-11T23:39:48.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Cat StinksMy beautiful black cat stinks.  He has been stinking for a month.  My boyee Thomas offered to "bathe" him.  I refused to let him "bathe" my cute cat.  At the moment I regret that.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/75311598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75311598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75311598'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-75311478</id><published>2002-04-11T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-11T23:35:07.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mad PropsI give nonsmokers mad props yo!  I am busting my ass trying to keep from smoking.   Truthfully, I do not crave a cigarette, but the hunger....the incessant craving for food, something, anything but having my mouth continously dribble out saliva (joking)!!  For those of you that don't smoke but want to check it out, please DON'T.  Food tastes much better when your sense of smell and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/75311478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75311478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75311478'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-75226582</id><published>2002-04-09T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-09T21:11:59.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>StenchIs it only me, or does it seem that a profound number of dirty smelly people dominate my workplace.  If I have to smell another fart stinky, nasty rotten sock odor I will have to quit my job very soon.  Granted the main problem is, our ac is broken, so lucky me, the room attendant gets to sit in with the stench.  Sorry but it makes me sick and maybe people should try washing their asses. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/75226582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75226582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75226582'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-75194561</id><published>2002-04-09T01:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-09T01:41:47.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Proud to be an AmericanI am delighted that our quality of life has become such that we need to exercise in airconditioned rooms on thousands of dollars worth of equipment, probably built in Mexico, by Mexicans in unairconditioned factories.  One more reason to stand proud!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/75194561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75194561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75194561'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-75188821</id><published>2002-04-08T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-09T02:02:16.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>InfidelUnderstand that I am now considered by some an INFIDEL!!! Oh no!! Don't let Pres Bush know!  I was minding my own business at work, reading a nice quaint bit of nonfiction.  Don't let the title fool you but "Lords of Chaos: The Bloody Rise of the Satanic Metal Underground", is actually an entertaining read.  Several goodly weighlifing guys commented on the book, to the point that I had to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/75188821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75188821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75188821'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-75076425</id><published>2002-04-05T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-05T11:39:28.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Math is My FriendHeard that right!  I passed that exam I needed to make up with an 87%, plus as an added bonus I passed a quiz yesterday with an 85%.  Math is not evil, math is not vindictive, it just wants to be your friend.  (hahaha)  So I celebrated this major event by making not one but two tortes.  I will not consume both tortes, that would make me a pig...so one goes to my shitty job.....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/75076425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75076425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/75076425'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-11456898</id><published>2002-04-04T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-04T11:56:12.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woman Vs BoySad to say, but some that were once my equals have slipped down to mere boys.  Ya see....one of my dear comrades decided to message me while drunk.  The things that I had read from him truly put me in a state of disgust.  This ass was insisting that since I needed the money, I should sell myself out to him.  I don't know that people should message when drunk,cause they say the most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/11456898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/11456898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/11456898'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-11269339</id><published>2002-03-29T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-29T23:21:28.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ICQ NationI really don't like it when people send me messages like this."Hi i am Ayman i am 24 years old can we chat i am from Egypt and i like to chat with nice ladies from USA , but if you are single please?"Most times gents like these try to solicit inet-sex...something I am not interested in. I thought the inet was about information exchange.....not overload.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/11269339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/11269339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/11269339'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-11269204</id><published>2002-03-29T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-29T23:29:17.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Importance of ImportanceI, a somewhat removed member of the gen x, would like to know what this next generation behind me feels is significantly important.  I am prompted to ask this for the simple fact of observing one of my coworkers tonight.  Ya see cowpokes, we were in the process of leaving the worksite...she has one o' them handy dandy remote electronic automatic car starters.   See, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/11269204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/11269204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/11269204'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-11197958</id><published>2002-03-27T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-28T01:14:26.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UPS and INo, I am not trying to slander UPS, I want to make this crystal clear.   Yet, when I think of UPS, there is only one thing that comes to mind.  INCONVENIENCE.  Dear readers, friends, all that know UPS,  why should we suffer to have mail delivered when there is nobody  to receive it?  UPS has this annoying policy of leaving notes on your door when noone is home to take the parcel.  (that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/11197958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/11197958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/11197958'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-11104762</id><published>2002-03-25T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-28T12:24:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wedding BluesI just attended my first wedding, (not mine but that of my friends).  I always assumed that these occurences were happy, joyous things.  In fact I can recall a wedding I attended as a 9 year old kid.....The event was like a huge party and people threw cake, rice, and alcohol at each other...and generally the adults acted in ways that if I would imitate, would get the shit slapped </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/11104762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/11104762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/11104762'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-11028882</id><published>2002-03-22T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-22T23:39:06.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The JobBoah, so onto that topic, cause everyone has one...we are all corporate slaves.   Except for me, cause I really don't care about money.  This might explain the reasoning of my continued drudgery at a military post Gymnasium.  I shall not bore ya with the details of my pathetic excuse for work....but sometimes interesting things happen here.  For instance, today two teenagers got caught </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/11028882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/11028882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/11028882'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-10988206</id><published>2002-03-21T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-21T19:26:37.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gomjabbar's Kleine Welt, the Evil One's Page.      There is a ton of interesting music here!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/10988206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/10988206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/10988206'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-10986268</id><published>2002-03-21T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-21T18:25:25.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Math Instructors Can Be MercifulDon't worry, it is written correctly.....for today I experienced the most merciful of mercies.  Ya see, little ol' me has been rapidly falling behind in a dutiful way in my Algebra course.  I just cannot fathom the reason, but math has always always always been a difficult subject for me.  Yet tell me something I don't know in literature, I will be begging for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/10986268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/10986268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/10986268'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-10975473</id><published>2002-03-21T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-21T12:52:25.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jajaja, as promised here is a post of "Meat and Mushroom Soup".  First, boil some water in a large pot, add 5 or more Tbs of Salt.  Throw in any kind of meat you own, chicken works well cause it makes an excellent stock base.  In my soup, I threw in a cornish hen (already cooked a couple days ago), and some pepperoni.  (I really did not have much food in the house.)  I let this strange concoction</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/10975473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/10975473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/10975473'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-10954628</id><published>2002-03-20T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-20T22:32:16.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rational Futures</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/10954628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/10954628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/10954628'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-10954235</id><published>2002-03-20T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-20T21:50:02.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I wanted to get in on the hype. What hype?  The hype of blogging. I heard it was a very excellent tool for communication, something that certain someones and certain forms of government really cringe about.  Of course every story has to begin at some point be it critical or not, thus at this point I have nothing terribly crucial to transmit.  I would enjoy sharing the contents of my rather </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/10954235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/10954235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/10954235'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402994.post-10951064</id><published>2002-03-20T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-20T20:03:16.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Prepare for something very unusual.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerotta.blogspot.com/feeds/10951064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/10951064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3402994/posts/default/10951064'/><author><name>Snoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182371668154610870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/79/282309669_fa79f428f1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
