<?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-5826462</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:54:09.315-07:00</updated><category term='footy'/><category term='kindergarten'/><category term='Cayce'/><category term='soccer'/><category term='youth'/><category term='hooey'/><category term='sports'/><category term='NotforPaula'/><category term='first grade'/><category term='psychic'/><category term='football'/><category term='Nostradamus'/><category term='australia'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>Rant of the Loon</title><subtitle type='html'>Ramblings and Ravings Various and Sundry</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>200</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-1744625790805722670</id><published>2009-04-14T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:19:06.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did I Leave Off...?</title><summary type='text'>Well, let's do some quick catching up.My Dad did die, in fact I did have to make that decision shortly after that last writing.  I never got around to eulogizing him here.  Maybe I will when I've better processed losing him.  It's been nearly 8 months and I'm just not there yet.Lost a couple other people, near and far.  My Uncle Frankie's widow, Toni lost her brother a couple weeks later, crushed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/1744625790805722670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/1744625790805722670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-did-i-leave-off.html' title='Where Did I Leave Off...?'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-5807263672129705205</id><published>2008-09-16T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:42:15.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Here</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, I'm still here.  Between work and the current madness I've just not been able, nor had much heart, to post.You see, my dad is dying now, as we speak.  Just a few days after Dino's service, he called me to say he'd been diagnosed with advanced liver disease (cirrhosis) and needed a liver transplant.As sons ought to do, I talked it over with him and with his doctor, then got papers drawn up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/5807263672129705205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/5807263672129705205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m Still Here'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-1032706732382619937</id><published>2008-08-18T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:49:15.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dino Scoppettone - December 12, 1969 - August 18, 2008</title><summary type='text'>Back in 1966, a woman named Mary Swall found herself pregnant and alone.  With no other options, she gave the baby, a little girl, up for adoption.  That girl, Theresa, grew up, and eventually became my wife, but I'm getting ahead of myself.A couple years a later she married her teenage sweetheart, a young musician named Dick Scoppettone, of Harper's Bizarre fame.  She had two more children, Dino</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/1032706732382619937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/1032706732382619937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2008/08/dino-scoppettone-december-12-1969.html' title='Dino Scoppettone - December 12, 1969 - August 18, 2008'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SKpbIWSou5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/tb_eMyz2dQM/s72-c/dinodrink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-810886552194139433</id><published>2008-08-13T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:18:00.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Today Redux</title><summary type='text'>Eventually, sooner rather than later, and usually before we're ready, life has to move on from other things, or in the midst of other things.Tonight is our final dress rehearsal for Mame.  For three months my cast and crew have knocked themselves out putting this show together, and tonight we finish up with the prep work and fine tuning and call this thing ready for prime time.And I think we are.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/810886552194139433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/810886552194139433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-today-redux.html' title='It&apos;s Today Redux'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-5838878730399189386</id><published>2008-08-05T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T08:40:30.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frankie Toohey - 1950 - 2008</title><summary type='text'>You may have seen the TV news, or read online, or in the paper, about a small plane that crashed into a house in Oregon yesterday morning.  A horrific event.  My uncle Frankie was the passenger who rented the plane, just heading out to Klamath Falls for the day.  No sooner were they off the ground than the plane went down, exploding shortly after impacting, killing five people, including three </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/5838878730399189386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/5838878730399189386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2008/08/frankie-toohey-1950-2008.html' title='Frankie Toohey - 1950 - 2008'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-4020999314546749522</id><published>2008-08-02T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:56:14.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever</title><summary type='text'>Would you choose forever?I don't mean forever in a timeless afterlife.  Although I believe in Heaven, and although I believe we'll know who we are and were when we get there, I think it will be an existence where time simply has no meaning, where events and relationships will not be marked by their sequential relationship to one another and to a perceived "present."My brother-in-law is in grave </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/4020999314546749522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/4020999314546749522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2008/08/forever.html' title='Forever'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-6679489221936386297</id><published>2008-07-23T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T16:34:59.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in Love with Matt!</title><summary type='text'>My wife showed me this video today.  Maybe this is old hat to some of my friends, but it's brand new to me.  This is a happy video.  It's not funny, but it will make you smile.  It's not sad, but it might make you cry.  Please be sure to pause it as soon as you start it to let it load all the way.  It's much, much better that way.Watch it now before you read on.All done?  Beautiful, wasn't it?  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/6679489221936386297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/6679489221936386297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-in-love-with-matt.html' title='I&apos;m in Love with Matt!'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-6367905008342215882</id><published>2008-07-18T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T12:11:43.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindle: Day 5</title><summary type='text'>Oh.My.God.This is going to sound like way-over-the-top fanboy stuff, but I would consider my Kindle nearly life-changing.  Wait, wait, wait, let me explain.  There are a couple of aspects of this.You see, I'm a terrible book hoarder.  If I see a book I want, I buy it.  Even if I know I won't get to it for months and months, years even.  I do that because I like to have a library.  I don't want to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/6367905008342215882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/6367905008342215882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2008/07/kindle-day-5.html' title='Kindle: Day 5'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-7094913318246276721</id><published>2008-07-11T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:48:24.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindle</title><summary type='text'>Arriving Monday</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/7094913318246276721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/7094913318246276721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2008/07/kindle.html' title='Kindle'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SHfVHoPT8yI/AAAAAAAAACw/NQ-4jweoBZA/s72-c/kindle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-642370678629371116</id><published>2008-06-09T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T09:54:24.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Circling Disaster</title><summary type='text'>Lately I've had the feeling that I'm sort of being circled by disaster.  It's a feeling you get when bad things (or things we perceive as bad... they're not necessarily evil so much as just part of life) keep happening around you to others, closer and closer, and you just hope it skips you again.My uncle died.  Well, he was old, but still, never a good time for that.My brother in law has a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/642370678629371116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/642370678629371116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2008/06/circling-disaster.html' title='Circling Disaster'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-8768299598123523406</id><published>2008-05-23T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T21:28:24.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Today</title><summary type='text'>Well, Mame rehearsals started this week.  We're starting with the music first, as we don't actually get into the theater until June 16.  With all the planning we've done, it seems like there are still a hundred things we've forgotten to plan for.Well, that's theater.  It's a really good cast, and a really good show.We started with a read through, which for most folks, even the theater savvy among</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/8768299598123523406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/8768299598123523406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-today.html' title='It&apos;s Today'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-2554477985865692494</id><published>2008-03-31T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T10:55:23.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open a New Window</title><summary type='text'>Well, many of you folks whom I call friends got a glimpse of my command (urk!) performance in Godspell last year.  The production was put on by the great folks of The Stage Hands, our local community theater company here in little ol' King City (pop. ~11,000.)Well, being the control freak plus theater nut that I am, when the opportunity came around I took the big leap.  I'm directing our next </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/2554477985865692494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/2554477985865692494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2008/03/open-new-window.html' title='Open a New Window'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/R_HO32HSiUI/AAAAAAAAACg/dOqi1jVfrQk/s72-c/logomameBig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-1024699518790979159</id><published>2008-03-27T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:30:09.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds of the Past</title><summary type='text'>Okay, I thought this was really cool.It seems researchers have found the *real* first recording of sound, scratched in soot on waxpaper... written in smoke.  This recording predates Edison's legendary "Mary Had a Little Lamb" recording by several years.  At the end of the linked article is a link to the actual sound itself.  It doesn't sound like much.  In fact it isn't clear at all.  Still you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/1024699518790979159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/1024699518790979159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2008/03/sounds-of-past.html' title='Sounds of the Past'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-7360979386076600957</id><published>2008-03-19T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T01:36:28.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give My Regards to Broadway</title><summary type='text'>Well, we've done movie quotes, and we've done song lyrics.  Time to take it to another level.Some of you know I'm a bit of a theater buff, a trained actor and singer, and very involved in my local community theater group (more on that in a later post.)So here's what I decided to do for fun.  Below you'll find a lyric from a major Broadway musical (or perhaps a very popular off-Broadway musical or</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/7360979386076600957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/7360979386076600957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2008/03/give-my-regards-to-broadway.html' title='Give My Regards to Broadway'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-7704532642660328364</id><published>2008-03-17T08:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T08:50:20.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Fields Forever</title><summary type='text'>Oh me, oh my, strawberry season is certainly here.I'll still be blogging, and I'll still be visiting y'all, and I'm trying to keep up with March Madness (Jefe's of course, as well as NCAA) and all.  Please don't mistake a lack a communication for anything other than me being busier than a three-legged cat trying to bury turds on a frozen pond.Thank you for your support.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/7704532642660328364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/7704532642660328364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2008/03/strawberry-fields-forever.html' title='Strawberry Fields Forever'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/R96SvuLr8HI/AAAAAAAAACY/jujfKgnPUzo/s72-c/strawberry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-5362614960894913648</id><published>2008-03-04T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T00:10:15.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerds in Mourning</title><summary type='text'>Most of you what know me know that I'm an irrepressible nerd.  The signs are everywhere.I like showtunes.In school I was in Drama"    "    "  "   "  Band"    "    "  "   "  ChoirI still do all three at one time or another.I've read the Lord of the Rings more than once.I'm good at math.I love to play chess.I stood in line to see Star Wars.And the Empire Strikes Back.And the Return of the Jedi.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/5362614960894913648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/5362614960894913648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2008/03/nerds-in-mourning.html' title='Nerds in Mourning'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/R85VXP7x_LI/AAAAAAAAABw/1MX2_6yWOPo/s72-c/gygax2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-163405316288690525</id><published>2008-02-26T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T23:41:53.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pomes</title><summary type='text'>My bud Zen posted some of his poems, which are very thoughtful and, to me, evocative.Uh, you have to click the link in the article there to get to his pomedome.Anyway, I'm a horrendous poet.  When I was in elementary school I thought I was pretty good at it, but that's when just getting the rhyme and meter right was enough to get an A.I love to read poetry, and don't do it often enough.  I love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/163405316288690525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/163405316288690525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2008/02/pomes.html' title='Pomes'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-5142661540094969577</id><published>2008-02-24T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T00:50:50.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonbow</title><summary type='text'>I saw something tonight I've never seen before.  In fact, I'd only heard of it once, a long time ago, and had forgotten until I saw it tonight.It was a bright, white (to my eyes) moonbowThey're pretty rare, especially in these parts, with as little rain as we have, but it just happened to be raining in the very right spot.Quite lovely and subtle and, beyond what I've said, difficult to give it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/5142661540094969577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/5142661540094969577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2008/02/moonbow.html' title='Moonbow'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-557575956066240591</id><published>2008-02-15T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T00:02:38.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheeeeeeeeer Heart Attack</title><summary type='text'>I have this friend.  We'll call him Kevin.  He has a wife named Julie and two boys, aged 12 and 14.  Kevin is 47 and is one of my favorite friends in the world.  He's the owner of a very successful branding/marketing/web presence company with a staff of a half-dozen people, etc.I've known Kevin for about twelve years or so.  We met at my first chess tournament.  It was also his first, and we hit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/557575956066240591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/557575956066240591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2008/02/sheeeeeeeeer-heart-attack.html' title='Sheeeeeeeeer Heart Attack'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-9168662701863764461</id><published>2008-01-31T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T09:08:49.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Britney Minutiae</title><summary type='text'>Do we really, really need the play-by-play of Britney's self-destruction?It's sad what can happen to a person who isn't properly nurtured and prepared for a life in the spotlight.  Some say that a person in the spotlight deserves whatever they get.  They benefitted from the spotlight, the spotlight has turned on them, and hey, more fun for us.I don't see it that way at all.  I think it's inhuman </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/9168662701863764461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/9168662701863764461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2008/01/britney-minutiae.html' title='Britney Minutiae'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-6402070658986725103</id><published>2008-01-30T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T21:43:41.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOLCat of the Week</title><summary type='text'>How many music groups can make an innocuous platitude such as "All You Need is Love" into an instantly recognizable title?  A title that makes you think about the band before you ever think about the words themselves?Nobody like them Beatles, baby.Enjoy the kitty.  See you tomorrow...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/6402070658986725103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/6402070658986725103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2008/01/lolcat-of-week_30.html' title='LOLCat of the Week'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/R6FfSqQPMBI/AAAAAAAAABo/Pkx3_hVZkzo/s72-c/lollennon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-8857286906928276400</id><published>2008-01-26T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T17:12:34.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology Sux</title><summary type='text'>Well, my new weekly feature is gonna hafta wait.Sucks to be you.Don't buy JVC cameras.  Just don't.  I'll explain later.I don't understand the desire some companies have to go proprietary.  Well, wait a minute, I do understand, but knowing what I know, I don't understand why they would actually do it.Let's say you make a decent camera.  It works well, takes pics and vids, the usual.  Then you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/8857286906928276400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/8857286906928276400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2008/01/technology-sux.html' title='Technology Sux'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-4197626497395357268</id><published>2008-01-24T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T10:15:19.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOLCat of the Week</title><summary type='text'>Well, I've been flat on my back fighting the flu and fever for five freakin' days.  I haven't been this sick in ages.  I didn't know you could get this stupid-sick with the flu anymore.  Ah, such is medical ignorance.Anyway, I'm not a big fan of cats, but I like the LOLCats a little too much.So I decided to pilfer random pics and a few of my own and make my own LOLCats, maybe one a week.Oh, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/4197626497395357268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/4197626497395357268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2008/01/lolcat-of-week.html' title='LOLCat of the Week'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/R5jVpqQPMAI/AAAAAAAAABg/XKGoA6Caot8/s72-c/lolsick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-3477642179510064707</id><published>2008-01-21T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T08:58:40.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As a Dog</title><summary type='text'>I'm sick as a dog.That seems like a stupid phrase to me.  I don't know many dogs who really get sick that much.  And the ones I have seen sick just sort of slow down.  They don't really seem all that bad off.The World Wide Words website says this:There are several expressions of the form sick as a ..., that date from the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. Sick as a dog is actually the oldest of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/3477642179510064707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/3477642179510064707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2008/01/as-dog.html' title='As a Dog'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-682562296696697863</id><published>2008-01-16T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T22:50:23.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is "Cloverfield"</title><summary type='text'>Well, just for SG.In the comments he asks, what is "Cloverfield."Did he NOT see my Film Freaks post?  I mean rilly.I confess that the next 48 hours is gonna be long-long-long.  I don't think I've looked forward to a movie with this intensity for many a year.For those not paying attention, Cloverfield is a JJ Abrams (he of LOST fame) flick that has been brilliantly marketed and slowly unveiled in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/682562296696697863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/682562296696697863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-is-cloverfield.html' title='What is &quot;Cloverfield&quot;'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/R47wU7U1IsI/AAAAAAAAABY/TvQaXb7eqhQ/s72-c/Cloverfield_fin_layers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-6849961361184622928</id><published>2008-01-16T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T09:20:07.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looneysphere Redux</title><summary type='text'>Well, well, well...I don't know how, but the Rant was reset by Blogoogler to public, after I'd set it to private in August, to make my exit clean and permanent.  Come to find out that Joe was able to see it as late as December.So in the spirit of all things chaos-y, I've decided it's time for round two.I have no idea what that really means.  I just know that in the past few weeks I can count </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/6849961361184622928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/6849961361184622928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2008/01/looneysphere-redux.html' title='Looneysphere Redux'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-7038881496823376888</id><published>2007-07-12T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T13:17:26.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looner Eclipse</title><summary type='text'>Well, I don't know how to say this.  I'm afraid the Looneysphere is coming down for the forseeable future.  While I will not delete it, since I don't wish to lose my archives, it will, sometime between now and August 1, be set to private and inaccessible.To my many friends, I will still appear at your blogs to comment, and I will still participate with the Filminati when I have the time, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/7038881496823376888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/7038881496823376888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/07/looneysphere-eclipse.html' title='Looner Eclipse'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-8739701876822238823</id><published>2007-05-23T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T21:54:20.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zen's Heart</title><summary type='text'>While you're waiting for me to get back to it, go read this post by Dr Zen.First post in a long while that gave me chills and brought a tear to my eye.I know how it feels to be a father.  I know exactly what he means, but I never could have said it like him.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/8739701876822238823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/8739701876822238823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/05/zens-heart.html' title='Zen&apos;s Heart'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-6201342567320487049</id><published>2007-05-21T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T22:44:09.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrashed</title><summary type='text'>Ah, my friends, I am ex-Hausted!  You don't know how I wish I was hausted again.  I feel I haven't had two seconds in which to breathe, let alone blog.Forgive me for my neglect.  Please be patient and keep checking in, because I will be about again soon.Love to you all...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/6201342567320487049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/6201342567320487049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/05/ah-my-friends-i-am-ex-hausted-you-dont.html' title='Thrashed'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/RlKCqEHR6WI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ufyug9MK-0E/s72-c/exhaustedkitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-5128363602609075868</id><published>2007-05-11T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T00:00:09.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manna</title><summary type='text'>Many of my peeps know that I'm a musician of some semi-serious aspiration.  I have a home studio I've used and tinkered with over the last four years.I bought nearly all but a few minor pieces online at a place called Sweetwater Sound.I have a really good rep whom I get to annoy on a regular basis with questions and reward him with orders that are probably too paltry to really pay for his time.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/5128363602609075868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/5128363602609075868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/05/manna.html' title='Manna'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/RkVl7f1pA4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/gpYB61v6IQU/s72-c/AH+Console.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-4476864495698279600</id><published>2007-05-05T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T13:19:23.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trollerview</title><summary type='text'>Joe's such a whackjob that I wanted him to interview me too, so here goes :-)1- The Angel of Death has come for you, but is willing to let you live another ten years if you win a game of your choice. What's your game?Ah, well, my first instinct is to say Chess! as it's my favorite game in the world.  However, I built this website because I am mediocre at best.  My other two good games are poker </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/4476864495698279600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/4476864495698279600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/05/trollerview.html' title='Trollerview'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-2422307641700920</id><published>2007-04-29T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T19:49:32.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Save the  People</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's all over now.  It was one of the most beautiful experiences I've ever had on stage.  I can't remember another cast ever becoming as close and caring and even loving like this one did.It's amazing that living here for five years I've barely gotten to know anyone.  Part of that is simply due to my job which has me out of town more than I'm in.No show goes perfectly, but this was close.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/2422307641700920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/2422307641700920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/04/god-save-people.html' title='God Save the  People'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-7866774318571778874</id><published>2007-04-26T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T22:03:17.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn Back, O Man</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow is opening night.  Wish me luck, or a broken leg :-)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/7866774318571778874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/7866774318571778874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/04/turn-back-o-man.html' title='Turn Back, O Man'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/RjGD9P1pA3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/JresiA9heXQ/s72-c/Dying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-3649259434275405174</id><published>2007-04-17T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T17:57:04.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five from Kos</title><summary type='text'>Kos asked, and was asked, and answered, and asked, and I answered and asked, so he answered and asked, and here we are:1. Describe your favorite piece of clothing in as much detail as possible.Oh, lawsy, I'm not very clothing-centric, but I guess I'll answer that my Ariat Sierra Boots.  I have a black pair and a henna pair (which is sort of a rust colored brown.)  These aren't your typical boots.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/3649259434275405174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/3649259434275405174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/04/five-from-kos.html' title='Five from Kos'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-5958709497784055898</id><published>2007-04-14T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T17:23:45.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies and Bathwater</title><summary type='text'>Here's the problem with hypocritical fat fucks like Al Sharpton.One of the glaring things is that they live in this unreal, black and white world (pardon the pun) where the response to every wrong must be permanent and as humiliating and damaging as possible.  There is no sense of proportion.Yeah, what Imus said was fucked.  It's Don Imus.  If you're expecting reason and sensitivity, you're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/5958709497784055898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/5958709497784055898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/04/babies-and-bathwater.html' title='Babies and Bathwater'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-6750217097020340098</id><published>2007-04-12T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T12:41:49.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen:  Song Surprise</title><summary type='text'>I love music.  Love it.  I've always got music playing everywhere.  I have about a hundred CD's in the car and another 600 in the house, plus another five or six hundred songs on my iTunes I've downloaded here and there.I was going through my library a little and thought it'd be fun to do a little Thursday Thirteen:UPDATE:  Alright, I can see I'm going to have to 'splain this a little better, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/6750217097020340098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/6750217097020340098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/04/thursday-thirteen-song-surprise.html' title='Thursday Thirteen:  Song Surprise'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-1325486521625365257</id><published>2007-04-11T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T22:02:43.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen Meme</title><summary type='text'>Snarked from Kos:1. What's your favorite color ? Green2. Who's your favorite Beatle ? Paul3. What's your favorite cooking spice ? Pepper4. What's your favorite book ? East of Eden, by John Steinbeck5. Favorite explorer ? Neil Armstrong (couldn't think of a better)6. Favorite post it note size ? 2" x 2"7. Favorite Barbara Streisand movie ? What??  That bitch sux.  Okay, Yentl.8. Favorite adjective</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/1325486521625365257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/1325486521625365257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/04/stolen-meme.html' title='Stolen Meme'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-691926196724071708</id><published>2007-04-09T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T12:34:21.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misery</title><summary type='text'>I am in misery.  Nasty cold.  Moaning and groaning.Have you ever noticed how like the sounds of pleasure are the sounds of misery?Uncanny.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/691926196724071708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/691926196724071708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/04/misery.html' title='Misery'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-5197131005675612822</id><published>2007-04-05T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T00:49:21.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen - Allergy Season!</title><summary type='text'>It's allergy season, and I've been an allergic wreck all week.  Sneeze-hack-cough-snort-snif-shnarf...  Not pretty.The Claritin has kicked in, so it's not so bad, though it hasn't gone completely away.  Generally speaking I'm allergic to pretty much everything that grows.  I don't have any food allergies to speak of (one minor exception exists, see below) and I have no medicine allergies.  Just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/5197131005675612822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/5197131005675612822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/04/thursday-thirteen-allergy-season.html' title='Thursday Thirteen - Allergy Season!'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-1258430978577081792</id><published>2007-04-03T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T14:37:28.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a Name</title><summary type='text'>WTF?Fuck Sweden.Who the hell's business is it what these people name their kid?  Sure, I wouldn't want to see them name her anything you wouldn't be allowed to say in a classroom (which should probably be the only dividing line there.)  But who the hell cares?My daughter would be stoked if we'd named her Metallica.  She's pretty ambivalent about them as a group, but she has learned to play one of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/1258430978577081792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/1258430978577081792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/04/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a Name'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-3847756116614934596</id><published>2007-04-03T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T09:32:07.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little League of Their Own</title><summary type='text'>Ah, Spring is here!Out come the boys of Summer... particularly my boys of summer.Yes, the Looney boys have started Little League.  Colin, my youngest, was the instigator.  Once he piped up that he wanted to get into it, Evan followed suit.Colin's in tee-ball.  Tee-ball is awesome, because half the kids can't even remember what they're supposed to be doing halfway to first base.  They don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/3847756116614934596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/3847756116614934596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/04/little-league-of-their-own.html' title='A Little League of Their Own'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-4238895969782666688</id><published>2007-03-31T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T19:01:10.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='footy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NotforPaula'/><title type='text'>Footy Rules!</title><summary type='text'>The AFL is back.For Aussies it's been back for a few weeks, as they got to watch the NAB Cup.  But we 'Merkins don't get those feeds.Look to to your right.  Yes, right there.  See the little emblem?  Collingwood FC?Them's my boys, adopted years back.  My buddy Zen thinks I'm a wanker for liking them, because they're the Yankees, the Man U, of Australian Football.Eh, who cares.  I love 'em.The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/4238895969782666688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/4238895969782666688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/03/footy-rules.html' title='Footy Rules!'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-7028126547699138082</id><published>2007-03-29T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T10:45:22.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What are YOU Lookin' at?</title><summary type='text'>Hey, I'm still here.  I'm just busier than a three-legged cat burying turds on a frozen pond...Watch this space eagerly in anticipation, if you will...Thanks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/7028126547699138082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/7028126547699138082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-are-you-lookin-at.html' title='What are YOU Lookin&apos; at?'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-4833840333127307791</id><published>2007-03-23T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T23:44:10.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie MeMe</title><summary type='text'>In the current spirit of March Movie Madness and all around cinemaness, I copped this from Joe the Troll.1. Name a movie you have seen more than 10 times.Searching for Bobby Fischer2. Name a movie you’ve seen multiple times in the theater.The Rescuers (The summer I turned 10!)3. Name an actor who would make you more inclined to see a movie.I can't name just one, so I'll name three.  Liam Neeson, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/4833840333127307791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/4833840333127307791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/03/movie-meme.html' title='Movie MeMe'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-1406218808894072713</id><published>2007-03-16T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T00:26:43.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March Movie Madness Sideshow</title><summary type='text'>What?  You're already done with your picks for Kos's March Movie Madness and you're sitting about twiddling your thumbs awaiting 6PM Eastern?Well, I've got something here to pass the time:  It's Looney's Triple-M Sideshow!Following are 64 movie quotes.  They're not just any quotes, though, each is from one of the movies in the original bracket.  So you've got a list to go with.  Some of these are</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/1406218808894072713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/1406218808894072713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/03/march-movie-madness-sideshow.html' title='March Movie Madness Sideshow'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-2641303514356589647</id><published>2007-03-16T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T12:37:50.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The LooneyBracket</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Jeff, I have a piccie too!!!  It is so KEWL that I want to just stare at it for awhile.  Okay, all done.  Now I'm posting it up. It's the winner, so don't actually pay attention until the deadline is past :-)Okay.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/2641303514356589647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/2641303514356589647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/03/looneybracket.html' title='The LooneyBracket'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/RfryBYO_2EI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qBKykdftbS0/s72-c/LooneysMovieMadness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-6184759975553368285</id><published>2007-03-15T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T23:40:11.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen - Sung as to Bring a Tear to My Eye</title><summary type='text'>I'm a sentimental fool.  I'm a bundle of emotions.  I wear most of them on my sleeve.  This often has very negative effects (i.e.: mw + looney = icky soup.)Sometimes it's very good.  I like to let my emotions run, like a horse that needs to stretch his legs to keep healthy and in shape.  I think being able to let loose with a tear or two keeps you healthy and able to let it out during the tough </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/6184759975553368285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/6184759975553368285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/03/thursday-thirteen-sung-as-to-bring-tear.html' title='Thursday Thirteen - Sung as to Bring a Tear to My Eye'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-1823719360394932648</id><published>2007-03-14T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T11:36:57.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riffin'!</title><summary type='text'>Nothing makes a great Rock n' Roll song like a tight guitar riff.  You know, that little lick you keep humming throughout the day even though you haven't heard the song in seven hours.I couldn't find links to all of them, and some of them you have to just go to the linked page and look it up.  You'll see a bunch there that I left off the list, but who cares, right?My dearest regular visitors know</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/1823719360394932648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/1823719360394932648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/03/riffin.html' title='Riffin&apos;!'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-2267060407077103463</id><published>2007-03-13T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T17:40:03.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 'Em!</title><summary type='text'>This is something cool I copped from Delta Dawn.  Take the list below, paste in into your own blog, put READ next to those you've read, WANT TO next to those you are interested in, AGAIN &amp; AGAIN next to those you've read and can't stop, and leave blank those you don't care to read.  I'll also give a one-word editorial after those I've read, so you'll know whether you should be interested or not!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/2267060407077103463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/2267060407077103463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/03/book-em.html' title='Book &apos;Em!'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-3467157720233529558</id><published>2007-03-12T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T00:03:04.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life List</title><summary type='text'>Here and there on my blog and in my day-to-day life I've mentioned my "Life List."First disclaimer is that it's not a list I actually have written down.  It exists in my head and my heart.There are simply things I wish to do or experience before I die.  I have no idea how long I have to do these things, but as long as I'm breathing, I'll be seeking them out.For instance, one thing that has been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/3467157720233529558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/3467157720233529558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/03/life-list.html' title='Life List'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-1328371932492650699</id><published>2007-03-11T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:47:18.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reviewnytoons #2 - Making the List</title><summary type='text'>Despite being an avid viewer of quality movies, I have one habit that sometimes prevents me from seeing a movie when everyone else is.I don't like blood.Blood kept me from seeing most horror films, which doesn't bother me so much.It kept me from seeing Pulp Fiction for six years, Reservoir Dogs for longer than that.I still haven't seen Saving Private Ryan, and before today, I still hadn't seen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/1328371932492650699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/1328371932492650699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/03/reviewnytoons-2-making-list.html' title='Reviewnytoons #2 - Making the List'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-8432920657015422004</id><published>2007-03-08T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T16:24:32.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inflagrante Predicto #1 - Results!</title><summary type='text'>Okay, it's time for another round.  But first to adjudicate:Entry #1 PaulaThe U.S. will bomb Iran.Nope.  Almost a little surprised, though.Entry #2 Ole BlueThe US will bomb Iran causing global condemnation.Paula beat you to it, but it's a no anyway.The outcome: The American population will start demanding that our Military come home NOW! Congress will order troops home and Bush will declare </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/8432920657015422004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/8432920657015422004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/03/inflagrante-predicto-1-results.html' title='Inflagrante Predicto #1 - Results!'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-2570165334927584190</id><published>2007-03-07T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T14:47:33.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen - Movie Quotes</title><summary type='text'>Alright, springboarding off Jen's movie quotes post (which springboarded off a post of mine... geeeee, bouncy!) I'm going to list thirteen movie quotes.You guess the movie in the comments.  NO GOOGLING!!1.  We didn't need dialogue.  We had faces!Sunset Boulevard - Eden2.  Oh, George... Not the livestock.O Brother Where Art Thou? - Fez Monkey3.  Name a shrub after me--something prickly and hard to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/2570165334927584190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/2570165334927584190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/03/thursday-thirteen-movie-quotes.html' title='Thursday Thirteen - Movie Quotes'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-5795473844508365043</id><published>2007-03-03T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T13:08:57.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday MeMe</title><summary type='text'>Copped from UVFour jobs I have had in my life:1. Store Manager2. Sales Representative3. Customer Service Rep4. Fry cookFour movies I would watch over and over (and have):1. On the Waterfront2. Searching for Bobby Fischer3. Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade4. A Few Good MenFour places I have lived:1. San Jose, California2. Fallon, Nevada3. Capitola, California4. King City, CaliforniaFour TV shows</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/5795473844508365043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/5795473844508365043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/03/saturday-meme.html' title='Saturday MeMe'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-2610679443271440302</id><published>2007-03-02T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T08:21:25.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewrite Right</title><summary type='text'>Alright, I knew my screenplay needed a rewrite.  I'm well into it now.  I have my multi-colored index card plot chart up on the wall over my desk.  Green for interiors, blue for exteriors, red for turning points, and yellow for changes/additions.There is yellow all over the place, BTW, and a few at the bottom I haven't been able to place yet.They say after you finish a manuscript, you need to put</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/2610679443271440302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/2610679443271440302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/03/rewrite-right.html' title='Rewrite Right'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-1004446979828708883</id><published>2007-02-27T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T23:11:34.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad in Name Only?</title><summary type='text'>I visited David a short while ago, whose father had a mild heart attack.  It got me to thinking to the point where I totally vomited in his comments.  I cut it off and figured I'd drop it here instead.  So, quite on the serious side now, I finish my thought.  My father was, and still is, a wreck of a human being.  He was an alcoholic and a substance abuser.  He has been off alcohol for 25 years.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/1004446979828708883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/1004446979828708883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/02/dad-in-name-only.html' title='Dad in Name Only?'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-8165570268029792179</id><published>2007-02-27T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T12:53:37.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now This Here is Funny Stuff</title><summary type='text'>I've added the Fifth Column to my blogroll.You must go there now.  Some friend of JennyJinx's I've never heard of, but every post is a riot.  I've just spent the last half hour reading it and it's the bomb.  Absolute.Anyway, if you're reading it, and you're too lazy to get a few down to the Cop Invasion post, then you're missing out.  Completely.Go there now.  Too damn funny.UPDATE:  Well </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/8165570268029792179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/8165570268029792179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/02/now-this-here-is-funny-stuff.html' title='Now This Here is Funny Stuff'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-8421707858172399785</id><published>2007-02-26T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T14:27:22.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reviewnytoons #1 - Damn thee to Chanel!</title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm watching so many freakin' movies these days, it seems I ought to be writing some reviews, just to get my own thoughts around it anyway.My lovely wife and I watched The Devil Wears Prada the other night.On the whole I enjoyed this movie. It made me laugh in all the right places, had some very nice moments of social commentary and satire, and Meryl Streep was, as usual, perfect.The movie,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/8421707858172399785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/8421707858172399785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/02/reviewnytoons-1-damn-thee-to-chanel.html' title='Reviewnytoons #1 - Damn thee to Chanel!'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-1868473915090093398</id><published>2007-02-24T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T21:57:00.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GPoW #7 - Get Your Own Box</title><summary type='text'>I admit it.  There are moments when my health means even less to me than it normally does.It starts with a glimpse of that red box on top of the fridge.  I try to ignore it, because dinner is in an hour.  But the little wheedling voice starts in.At first I can't understand it.  Too quiet.  But after while it's those same words."That is your own box!"I attack the box like a starved hyena (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/1868473915090093398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/1868473915090093398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/02/gpow-7-get-your-own-box.html' title='GPoW #7 - Get Your Own Box'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-5456796823454557094</id><published>2007-02-22T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T09:34:30.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen: If Only I Were So Clever</title><summary type='text'>I never do the Thursday Thirteen.  Never.Okay, almost never.But I was tired of looking at the same dang poastie.  I thought of a couple of political ones, but I don't like doing those very often (clearly!)Then I figured, what the 'ell, today's Thursday, let's go out on a limb.  I may as well stick with what I've got on the brain.So here are Thirteen Movies I Wish I Had Written.This is a little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/5456796823454557094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/5456796823454557094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/02/thursday-thirteen-if-only-i-were-so.html' title='Thursday Thirteen: If Only I Were So Clever'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-964573771480125667</id><published>2007-02-17T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T19:33:08.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GPoW #6 Checkmate!</title><summary type='text'>I'm a bit of a gameplayer.  I like competition.  I like to work out puzzles and find the unknown.  I like to stretch my mind.In 1993 or so, my brother took me to see Searching for Bobby Fischer, which I still consider one of my top 3 favorite movies.As I'm guessing a lot of other people did, my brother and I went to home and got an old chess set out of the closet.  We played several games over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/964573771480125667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/964573771480125667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/02/gpow-6-checkmate.html' title='GPoW #6 Checkmate!'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-7418799369489492286</id><published>2007-02-14T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T14:34:41.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Vibes</title><summary type='text'>Well, since our evening was munged up, I planned the morning out instead.  I took off work through noon (not that it really matters) and started by leaving her in bed and getting the kids off to school on my own (no mean feat, if I may say so myself!)Then I gave her a little time and worked from home.  So I didn't exactly take off... sue me.Then I cooked up a nice breakfast and made her a Swiss </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/7418799369489492286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/7418799369489492286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentine-vibes.html' title='Valentine Vibes'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-1187618950748599340</id><published>2007-02-10T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T20:29:42.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GPoW #5 - Party On, Dudes!</title><summary type='text'>I think I'm pretty picky about my movie tastes.  For the most part I know when I'm getting bamboozled and I know when I'm seeing substance.I'm not a complete snob, however.  I can enjoy a lighthearted movie now and then.  If it's well plotted, well acted, and tight, then I can have a good time.But there's one movie that will never make it into anyone else's top 100 that will always be in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/1187618950748599340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/1187618950748599340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/02/gpow-5-party-on-dudes.html' title='GPoW #5 - Party On, Dudes!'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-731971836313583209</id><published>2007-02-09T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T13:57:08.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obi-Wan Builds a Bridge</title><summary type='text'>In my quest to become a better screenwriter, I have been watching more movies than ever before in my life.In an effort to ensure quality and avoid randomness, I've decided to wind my way through the AFI 100.It certainly isn't a perfect list.  There are many deserving movies left off, in my opinion.Of course, it is, for the most part, an American list, but then how do you explain Lawrence of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/731971836313583209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/731971836313583209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/02/obi-wan-builds-bridge.html' title='Obi-Wan Builds a Bridge'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-7185671907627807807</id><published>2007-02-07T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T13:57:08.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-ee-ee-pare Ye the Way of the Looooooord</title><summary type='text'>So, I'm doing something I haven't done in many a long year.  In fact, it may have been twenty years ago...Can you say Community Theater?I knew you could.Those of you who know me know that I'm a classically trained singer, and that I can hold my own okay.  Most of you same folks also know that I lurve my Broadway theater quite a lot.As for me, I haven't done community theater since I was in high </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/7185671907627807807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/7185671907627807807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/02/pre-ee-ee-pare-ye-way-of-looooooord.html' title='Pre-ee-ee-pare Ye the Way of the Looooooord'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-6390353340481983684</id><published>2007-02-02T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T15:51:22.587-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cayce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostradamus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooey'/><title type='text'>Inflagrante Predicto #1</title><summary type='text'>Youse guys are lucky little louts.  Luck-ee.Why?Because you can say you were here for not only the Loon's first regular feature, but also his second!PresentingInflagrante Predicto!You see, I was watching the Discovery Channel, or one of its imitators, and they had consecutive programs on Edgar Cayce and Nostradamus.Now I don't know where you fall in on fellas like these good ol' boys, but I fall </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/6390353340481983684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/6390353340481983684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/02/inflagrante-predicto-1.html' title='Inflagrante Predicto #1'/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-8632438386475536464</id><published>2007-02-01T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T23:29:39.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>T &amp; ATroy, Michigan, has a problem.Too many Hooters.  Or should I say Two Many?  They had one already.  They tried to deny an expansion effort by not giving them a liquor license for a new, larger location.  Didn't work.  So Hooters kept the old one open and opened the new one, two miles away, sans alcohol, and told the council they won't close the old one until the new one is granted a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/8632438386475536464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/8632438386475536464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/02/t-troy-michigan-has-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-7787656689632981144</id><published>2007-01-31T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T16:25:06.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Behold the LoonAfter three and a half years of a look reminiscent of Linda Blair's puke, I've bitten the bullet and gone and got a new do.Thanks to Delta Dawn.Comment below and tell Dawn just how freakin' good I look.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/7787656689632981144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/7787656689632981144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/01/behold-loon-after-three-and-half-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-7359093756131954178</id><published>2007-01-31T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T01:08:45.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Good to be the KingFolks in France are complaining that the Wheels of Justice turn faster for the rich and powerful.No shit.Why does anyone even argue about this crap?  I don't care what country you're in, or how day-glow-happy-perfect people would like to think their justice system is, we all know it works this way.  So why is there even a discussion?  And why vilify this one guy?Well, of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/7359093756131954178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/7359093756131954178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-good-to-be-king-folks-in-france-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-5896600121541351149</id><published>2007-01-30T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T21:00:44.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GPoW #4 - Dungeons of DoomYes, I have for years been a nut for role-playing games.  I've played D&amp;D, Runequest, Traveller, Gamma World, Dragonquest, Top Secret, Spycraft, Call of Cthulhu, and Mage, among others.  I've been partial to the pencil/paper gaming I grew up with, but was delighted to start experiencing these wonder worlds on the PC.These days my poison has been The Elder Scrolls IV: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/5896600121541351149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/5896600121541351149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/01/gpow-4-dungeons-of-doom-yes-i-have-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-6386963407641700455</id><published>2007-01-27T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T08:34:09.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GPoW#3 - Son, Won't You Sing Me a MelodyThroughout my preteens one of my favorite activities was pretending to be a rock star.  At the time I was a KISS fanatic.  Until my mama finally bought me that cheapo electric guitar I was dying for, I used tennis rackets.  I had a pull cart for my golf clubs that, when unfolded, left the handle looking conspicuously (to this pre-teen) like a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/6386963407641700455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/6386963407641700455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/01/gpow3-son-wont-you-sing-me-melody.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-412298652703546591</id><published>2007-01-24T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T12:59:01.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pull the StopperHow many screenwriters have the opportunity I have waiting for me?Very few, I'll tell you that.  99% of wannabe screenwriters have to anonymously run the gauntlet of readers and endure coverage often written by other wannabe screenwriters before the real agent or producer ever sees the cover of their script.I don't have to do that.  I have one shot at an agent.  No readers, no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/412298652703546591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/412298652703546591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/01/pull-stopper-how-many-screenwriters.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-496579097253027037</id><published>2007-01-19T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T17:33:15.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now I Know My ABC's...A- Available or single? No.B- Best Friend? Wife.C- Cake or Pie? Pie, Olallieberry or PumpkinD- Drink of Choice? Coke ZeroE- Essential Item? CrackberryF- Favorite Color? GreenG- Gummi Bears or Worms? BearsH- Hometown? sentimental: Fallon, Nevada; de facto: San Jose, CaliforniaI- Indulgence? Televised Sports, PC Role-playing Games, &amp; Cheez-ItsJ- January or February? JanuaryK- </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/496579097253027037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/496579097253027037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/01/now-i-know-my-abcs.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-6669697418003975979</id><published>2007-01-16T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T21:13:39.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GPoW #2 - Be My IdolFor me, TV is for sports.  AFL, EPL, NFL, even MLB and NHL, that's what TV was made for.  I take pride that network programming is meaningless to me.  For the most part there isn't a television program that will take me out of my routine of whatever other meaningful/less activities I like to indulge in.Unless it's American Idol.All my pride, all my standards, all my aversion </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/6669697418003975979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/6669697418003975979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/01/gpow-2-be-my-idol-for-me-tv-is-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-6121471481364476752</id><published>2007-01-11T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T15:13:30.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jack Be NimbleIt's Link to Jack Day.Why?How the hell should I know?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/6121471481364476752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/6121471481364476752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/01/jack-be-nimble-its-link-to-jack-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-7106225579100033321</id><published>2007-01-10T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T13:46:54.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ain't Got Time for ThatI don't have time for dawggies or dumb****s (insert your favorite four-letter-word.)  Oh, yes, I took a little time and banged heads, because I'm incorrigible in a conflict, whether I'm right (as I was this time) or not (see: Paula, Gekko, etc.)  But it is waaaaay too easy to spend 145 minutes chasing down comments by ambisexual hypocrites who lack self-awareness and common</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/7106225579100033321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/7106225579100033321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2007/01/aint-got-time-for-that-i-dont-have-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-2039781535164467971</id><published>2006-12-27T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T12:45:08.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What?  No Pictures?December 26 is always a fun day for me.  For years now my family has resorted to getting me gift cards from Borders, Barnes &amp; Noble, or the Capitola Book Cafe.  I have a tendency to just buy books whenever, wherever, on a whim, so gift cards are safe.So there I am in the Borders in Santa Cruz.  Having taken care of a couple exchanges, it is "me" time.  I haven't read much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/2039781535164467971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/2039781535164467971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-no-pictures-december-26-is-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-7343193843156416365</id><published>2006-12-24T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T22:55:37.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another MeMe1. Do you sleep with the door to your room open or closed?Closed.  Kids wander.2. What was the weather like on your graduation day?Beautiful and sunny.3. What kind of winter coat do you own?A few:  A Raiders jacket with a hood, a jacket with my work logo that is very comfy, and a Ben Davis black trench coat, which I don't think they make anymore.4. When was the last time you spoke in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/7343193843156416365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/7343193843156416365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-meme-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-3033203671068787212</id><published>2006-12-15T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T20:21:31.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Have I DONE!01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink02. Swum with wild dolphins03. Climbed a mountain04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive05. Been inside the Great Pyramid06. Held a tarantula07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone08. Said "I love you" and meant it09. Hugged a tree10. Bungee jumped11. Visited Paris12. Watched a lightning storm at sea13. Stayed up all night long and seen the sun </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/3033203671068787212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/3033203671068787212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-have-i-done-01.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-6608705799853858781</id><published>2006-11-27T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T11:18:27.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where Pigs FeedMichael Richards.Mel Gibson.It's all been talked out and analyzed half to death, really.  Problem is, nobody has told you why they really did what they did.I'm here today to rectify that.What has been said?That's what they really believe.It's who they really are.They're just dirty racists who've finally gotten caught.It was in there, just waiting to come out.Finally!  Got one right</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/6608705799853858781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/6608705799853858781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2006/11/where-pigs-feed-michael-richards.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-6110563199612068959</id><published>2006-11-16T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:28:01.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, So CleverIt's not Monday yet, but I can't wait for this particular peeve.I can't stand writers who pop out of their work to show you how clever they think they are.  I don't watch a lot of TV, but I do watch news on NBC, and sometimes Leno.  Lately they've shown a commercial for their psychic loophead series "Medium."  I won't give you a link, because... well, never mind.Anyway, in this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/6110563199612068959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/6110563199612068959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-so-clever-its-not-monday-yet-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-4819740264377723124</id><published>2006-11-16T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:55:16.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Screw ItI've been on the road for six of the last twelve days and have hardly written a word on ten of them.And I remember why I'd rather write scripts than prose.So my hooligan is going into script format, and my Nano is over.  No apologies offered, that's just the way it is.  I'm tempted to upload the other 1300 words I've written, but I think I'll just dump the icon instead...Dang it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/4819740264377723124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/4819740264377723124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2006/11/screw-it-ive-been-on-road-for-six-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-8891875306581017234</id><published>2006-11-04T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T18:30:11.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HokayfineAll right, I'm nanoing.  Several days late start, but who cares.  My story is about a shiftless hooligan in Liverpool who doesn't have the tough, killer instinct of his peers.Like it matters...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/8891875306581017234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/8891875306581017234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2006/11/hokayfine-all-right-im-nanoing.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-7236342784798027209</id><published>2006-10-26T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T00:53:06.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thursday Thirteen - Sports!Okay, how about my thirteen favorite sports franchises/teams, just for kicks (geddit?)  Yeah, I know it's not Thursday anymore.  Shaddap!  It took me a couple days full of interruptions to decide which to include and what to write.  Enjoy.1.  The Collingwood MagpiesMy drug of choice and my favorite sport to spectate.  Australian Rules Football, affectionately dubbed "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/7236342784798027209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/7236342784798027209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2006/10/thursday-thirteen-sports-okay-how-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-3483393831832978416</id><published>2006-10-22T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T09:27:46.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindergarten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first grade'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One Magic MomentSome of you know that I'm coaching my son's K-1 Football(okay, Soccer) team for the local rec league. 5 and 6 year olds playing football is awesome, because it's just chaos, and the kids are usually having a pile fun. We don't keep score at this age, because their play is so uneven that measured competition is silly. Besides, kids can be inconsolable and often don't know how to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/3483393831832978416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/3483393831832978416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-magic-moment-some-of-you-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-8544017927237061706</id><published>2006-10-17T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T23:12:38.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HalloweenieI'm not a big fan of Hallowe'en myself, but I ripped this from UV for giggles.1. What was the scariest movie you have ever seen?Alien2. What was your favorite Halloween costume as a child?When I was 5 I got an astronaut costume with a little light in the facemask which I thought was the bomb.  Or perhaps when I went to a high school Hallowe'en party as a flaming homosexual.  Ah, now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/8544017927237061706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/8544017927237061706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloweenie-im-not-big-fan-of-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-116101265423928933</id><published>2006-10-16T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:10:38.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blimey, That's a Cracker!This is cracking me up.Now I know that there is some athleticism to Cricket, so don't get me wrong.  I mean, they do hit balls like baseballers do, and they have to run from wicket to wicket, over and over again, over a 3 to 5 day match sometimes.  I get that.But when you think of Cricket, you think of tea and crumpets, champagne brunch, British Royalty, nicely pressed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/116101265423928933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/116101265423928933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2006/10/blimey-thats-cracker-this-is-cracking.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-115984190112069215</id><published>2006-10-02T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:10:38.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weird Alstravaganza!Well, after the music thingie, I ran across some vids by the venerable Weird Al.  Here are three favorites three, plus a new one that may be one of his best ever...First is the very silly Amish Paradise... I almost didn't post this one, after the news today, but it's just dang funny.  Plus the story behind it, Coolio's reaction and all, is just too funny, dumb pretentious </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/115984190112069215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/115984190112069215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2006/10/weird-alstravaganza-well-after-music.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-115908151195285575</id><published>2006-09-23T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:10:38.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Music ManI copped this from UV, cause that's just what I do...NAME UP TO THREE:Song(s) That I Loathe to the Core of My Being - Achy-Breaky Heart by Billy Ray Cyrus (gaaaak!)- People by Barbra Streisand- Any Crap... I mean Rap (Freudian slip...)Musical artist(s) That I Loathe to the Core of My Being - Barry Manilow- Barbra Streisand- Any RapRolling Stones Song(s) I Love - Satisfaction- Ruby </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/115908151195285575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/115908151195285575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2006/09/music-man-i-copped-this-from-uv-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-115896460388810211</id><published>2006-09-22T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:10:38.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Equal TimeJust what have the Christians accomplished here?Now on the one hand, we're not talking about mere words, but executions of three men.  The media focuses on the three men being Christians, which has Indonesian Christians torching cars and government building and targeting Muslims, though I haven't yet seen deaths reported.  Like that matters.So what did these good Christians do that was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/115896460388810211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/115896460388810211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2006/09/equal-time-just-what-have-christians.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-115859677372846894</id><published>2006-09-18T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:10:38.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Blame GameIn growing up and becoming a responsible adult, one of the lessons a person must learn if they're to thrive is how to take responsibility for their own actions.It is a very simple thing, really, yet is quite difficult for most people to grasp.  It is a lynchpin in the process for people in recovery, and is an absolute necessity for adversaries who wish to make real peace.In the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/115859677372846894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/115859677372846894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2006/09/blame-game-in-growing-up-and-becoming.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-115839128364671038</id><published>2006-09-15T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:10:38.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eye RollingOkay, who's just tired of hypersensitive, semi-literate Muslim Leaders?I know I am.  Puh-leeze.  These are the same people who pronounce fatwahs, cut off limbs, condone honor murders, and dream of exterminating the Jews.I know I've said it before, but I have no respect for the complaints of Muslims who cheer the killing of innocents and yet decry verbal or visual criticism of their "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/115839128364671038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/115839128364671038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2006/09/eye-rolling-okay-whos-just-tired-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-115799117674873942</id><published>2006-09-11T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:10:38.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Five Years OnI suppose we're all blogging on this today.  I'm not watching much of the media coverage today.  I really can't.  You're watching people die all over again and it's a little too much for me.But I'm doing a little reflecting.  This will come across as rambling, fair warning.I know...Eh, screw it.  I just erased a dozen paragraphs of stuff.  As these things often do, it became about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/115799117674873942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/115799117674873942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2006/09/five-years-on-i-suppose-were-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-115775621746071033</id><published>2006-09-08T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:10:38.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Angie BabyBrad Pitt says he won't marry Angelina until there's marriage for all.HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!This is what we call the arrogance of celebrity.  And it doesn't matter where you stand on gay marriage or cross-species marriage or whatever.Bradley, my son?  Nobody gives a Freakin Rat's Shaved Butt-cheek whether you and your stupid side-show ho EVER get married!  Who cares about you?  Do you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/115775621746071033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/115775621746071033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2006/09/angie-baby-brad-pitt-says-he-wont-marry.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-115708683572524482</id><published>2006-08-31T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:10:37.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ultraviolet LightWell, I had the distinct pleasure of having dinner with UV tonight at the Cheesecake Factory in Irvine.  We didn't eat cheesecake.  It didn't exactly look like a factory either, so we're 0-fer.The restaurant is in a bajillion acre shopping center with four-billion women's clothing stores.  Fortunately there's also a Barnes &amp; Noble, which is where all writers and writer-wannabes (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/115708683572524482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/115708683572524482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2006/08/ultraviolet-light-well-i-had-distinct.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-115682513025903552</id><published>2006-08-28T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:10:37.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pronouncing Sentence MemeTagged by Mark!Grab the nearest book. *Open the book to page 123.Find the fifth sentence.Post that text (and the next three sentences) below the text following these instructions on your blog, along with the instructions* 'nearest' means you can't rummage around for a 'cool' or 'intellectual' book. Really, whatever your hand falls on first. -------------------------------</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/115682513025903552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/115682513025903552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2006/08/pronouncing-sentence-meme-tagged-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-115679140991315768</id><published>2006-08-28T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:10:37.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Conan the BarbarianOkay, maybe it's just me.  Maybe I'm an insensitive Boob (shut up, Mark!) but this struck me as overwhelmingly stupid.For those of you too lazy to click on links (I mean, wot?) it's about Conan O'Brien's opening skit for the Emmy's in which he is in a plane which suddenly lurches, obviously about to crash.  The next scene has him walking up the beach, a la the hit series </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/115679140991315768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/115679140991315768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2006/08/conan-barbarian-okay-maybe-its-just-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-115669298595500698</id><published>2006-08-27T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:10:36.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6 Degrees of Making UpYeah, it's stupid title.  So what?  Because Paula is a bigger person than I am (talking personality here, folks... don't want to get into that kind of trouble) we have patched things up.  I'm proud to have Paula as a friend.  Everyone should be so lucky.I have to apologize to Paula, too.  There is one thing I misread in her post.  Yes, I am forced to confess that I missed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/115669298595500698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/115669298595500698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2006/08/6-degrees-of-making-up-yeah-its-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-115664211598859833</id><published>2006-08-26T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:10:36.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6 Degrees of WTF?Apparently I don't get it.  Apparently I have no right to be offended when I'm insulted or my religion is mischaracterized of villified unfairly.  That's fine.  Call me a weenie, but I know when I'm not wanted.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/115664211598859833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/115664211598859833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2006/08/6-degrees-of-wtf-apparently-i-dont-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826462.post-115627166349082590</id><published>2006-08-22T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:10:36.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Book it, Dan-O1. One book that changed your life?The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, by C. S. Lewis.  I fell in love with reading because of this book.2. One book you have read more than once?Searching for Bobby Fischer, by Fred Waitzkin3. One book you would want on a desert island?The Lord of the Rings, by J.R.R. Tolkien4. One book that made you laugh?Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (whole </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/115627166349082590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826462/posts/default/115627166349082590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytoohey.blogspot.com/2006/08/book-it-dan-o-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Looney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VxlfAXneYRg/SMzWh2JJBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-m4EwBygZ2k/S220/Newcastle_United_logo.png'/></author></entry></feed>
