<?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-17590917</id><updated>2011-11-19T23:24:51.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FUMBle.MUmble</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-115826727978607826</id><published>2006-09-14T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T16:54:39.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prep Unit</title><summary type='text'>If you love yuppies (or are one) as much as I do, you will want to see this!Check out "Tea Party"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115826727978607826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=115826727978607826&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115826727978607826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115826727978607826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/09/prep-unit.html' title='Prep Unit'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-115698218502768725</id><published>2006-08-30T19:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T19:56:25.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman's Poem/Man's Poem</title><summary type='text'>WOMAN'S POEMBefore I lay me down to sleep,I pray for a man, who's not a creep,One who's handsome, smart and strong.One who loves to listen long.One who thinks before he speaks.One who'll call, not wait for weeks.I pray he's gainfully employed,When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.Pulls out my chair and opens my door,Massages my back and begs to do more.Oh! Send me a man, who'll make love to my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115698218502768725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=115698218502768725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115698218502768725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115698218502768725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/08/womans-poemmans-poem.html' title='Woman&apos;s Poem/Man&apos;s Poem'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-115400390573465773</id><published>2006-07-27T08:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T08:38:25.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><summary type='text'>Unfortunately in life we can not foresee the future, and you never quite can tell when you will need to rely on the help of a stranger.Driving home today from work today in a car that I borrowed from a friend (mine died earlier in the week) my front tire blew out and disintegrated onto 395. The car began to shake as I clutched the wheel, checked my rear view mirror, and coasted off the highway (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115400390573465773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=115400390573465773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115400390573465773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115400390573465773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/07/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-115400169140199817</id><published>2006-07-27T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T08:27:03.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC Heat</title><summary type='text'>Just a few minutes ago, I leaned over to unplug something so that I could charge my ipod.  While leaning, my hair got stuck in my fan.  There was some pulling and grinding until the fan finally stopped- inhibited by my hair.I walk around the apartment with the fan held up next to my head, trying to figure out if my roommates will kill me if I wake them.  I decided they would.  I went to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115400169140199817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=115400169140199817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115400169140199817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115400169140199817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/07/nyc-heat.html' title='NYC Heat'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-115370463273959968</id><published>2006-07-23T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T10:18:56.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Seduction - Robert Greene</title><summary type='text'>The back cover reads; Get what you want by manipulating everyone's greatest weakness: the desire for pleasure. ~ This is crap, but the book is entertaining and fascinating, I have learned much about myself and others. . . it is worth a read.There are nine seductive personalities, you will identify with one of them, I am the "Dandy" ~ Most of us feel trapped within the limited roles that the world</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115370463273959968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=115370463273959968&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115370463273959968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115370463273959968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/07/art-of-seduction-robert-greene.html' title='The Art of Seduction - Robert Greene'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-115332098311007012</id><published>2006-07-19T10:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T10:56:23.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Near Death or Getting There</title><summary type='text'>Funny how you aren't aware of the grave danger that have placed yourself in until it is too late.I was invited to a house party in  NE on Saturday night,  I was excited about attending  what  promised to be a swank  affair  thrown  by the  DC Young  Republican Committee  Man.  The address was NE DC so metroing would be fine, right?Wrong!The closest metro stop was Howard University. We emerged </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115332098311007012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=115332098311007012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115332098311007012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115332098311007012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/07/near-death-or-getting-there.html' title='Near Death or Getting There'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-115273970819364755</id><published>2006-07-12T16:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T19:29:52.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DCYR</title><summary type='text'>I emerge from the metro surrounded by tall buildings and street signs with no general sense of direction. Confused, I start down the block, turn and proceed in the opposite direction, there is a boy sitting on a bench. I pause and ask him "where is the Capital Hill Club" he looks across the street and points to a four story building and says; "the one with the green awning."  I thank him and dart</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115273970819364755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=115273970819364755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115273970819364755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115273970819364755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/07/dcyr.html' title='DCYR'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-115239931877153397</id><published>2006-07-08T18:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T21:55:02.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bikini Bottom Pancakes</title><summary type='text'>    If you are like me you love to eat EVERYTHING, from Cheetos to oso buco. You are in love with the sensual appeal of food; its color, texture, aroma. Food doesn't just feed your body, but your soul. This sort of passion for food is wonderful if you have the metabolism of Kate Moss, but let's face it, some of our favorite foods in addition to pleasure add pounds.     Thanks to Dr. Atkins and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115239931877153397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=115239931877153397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115239931877153397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115239931877153397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/07/bikini-bottom-pancakes.html' title='Bikini Bottom Pancakes'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-115232845594908910</id><published>2006-07-07T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T23:14:16.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Catch 22 of Sorts</title><summary type='text'>So what is my problem with men?Actually I don't have a problem with men, the problem was me.  For a long time I have been lonely, no more lonely than the typical 20-something, but lonely none-the-less. Last September, my loneliness was compounded by a broken heart and had evolved into despair. This despair was both over my loss, but also due to the fact that in my first venture in love I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115232845594908910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=115232845594908910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115232845594908910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115232845594908910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/07/catch-22-of-sorts.html' title='A Catch 22 of Sorts'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-115232468882945971</id><published>2006-07-07T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T22:11:28.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Needs a Skull Anyway?</title><summary type='text'>Dude, you know you've had a bad day when third degree burns lead to your skull falling off and you live to tell about it!Sheesh!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115232468882945971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=115232468882945971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115232468882945971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115232468882945971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/07/who-needs-skull-anyway.html' title='Who Needs a Skull Anyway?'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-115214869192771346</id><published>2006-07-05T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T21:18:11.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Face Value</title><summary type='text'>I am sitting in CAPT Piburn's office, the smell of chai and fluorescent lights hangs on the air. We are discussing why Whidbey received erroneous dues (DWKs) which DLA attributes to attempts to correct DAAS. Bored with this topic, and to conquer the thoughts swirling my head, I decide to explain the grief of losing a friend. I am writing in cursive handwriting . . . my cursive needs work.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115214869192771346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=115214869192771346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115214869192771346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115214869192771346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/07/face-value.html' title='Face Value'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-115214717898728113</id><published>2006-07-05T20:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T21:21:43.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Affair</title><summary type='text'>I am writing just to tell you that I will miss you and that I love you. Not like I love you, love you, but there are some people that you just connect with and understand. Some friends are more than just good friends, they are almost like family, almost. You have been such a great buddy, so much fun, so funny, and really just a genuine person that it breaks my heart to see you go. I wish that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115214717898728113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=115214717898728113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115214717898728113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115214717898728113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/07/love-affair.html' title='A Love Affair'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-115154664710541830</id><published>2006-06-28T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T10:42:28.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leveraging Communication</title><summary type='text'>"You're going to meet with criticism no matter where you go. The question is whether you can maintain your own sense of direction while still listening to what people have to say." ~ Jeremy, San Francisco Art InstituteAbout Chad . . .If you have been following this blog (and if you are reading this right now then you are one of the few who follow this blog) you are familiar with a certain theme .</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115154664710541830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=115154664710541830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115154664710541830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115154664710541830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/06/leveraging-communication.html' title='Leveraging Communication'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-115143589865552877</id><published>2006-06-27T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T23:44:26.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ideology to Remember</title><summary type='text'>People live for fulfillment. They find security in believing in something greater than themselves. The things that people often live for are not attainable, they are legends, dreams, fantasies,missions, promises, themes. Our dreams and fantasies keep us going, if we do not have dreams we would grow tired and cynical. . .Politicians unite people around certain themes, religions unite people around</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115143589865552877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=115143589865552877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115143589865552877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115143589865552877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/06/ideology-to-remember.html' title='An Ideology to Remember'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-115134921559642220</id><published>2006-06-26T15:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T15:13:35.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hocus Pocus</title><summary type='text'>Republican or Democrat, eminent domain makes everyone's blood boil!Is is just me, or at time does it seem that the Government is convenient venue for the rich to control the poor?. . . in the name of social-well-being that is.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115134921559642220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=115134921559642220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115134921559642220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115134921559642220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/06/hocus-pocus.html' title='Hocus Pocus'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-115111786744160174</id><published>2006-06-23T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T22:57:47.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love the 80's!</title><summary type='text'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yehs68gQByI </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115111786744160174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=115111786744160174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115111786744160174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115111786744160174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-love-80s.html' title='I Love the 80&apos;s!'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-115089952372198897</id><published>2006-06-21T09:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T10:25:32.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Home</title><summary type='text'> You are all probably hearing about the riots in Kabul following an unfortunate motor vehicle accident.  I am fine, All of us, (U.S., Canadian, Germans) are securely ensconced here at CampBlackhorse.  The camp is set back from major roads and far enough away from Kabul city to avoid any clashes with rioters. Actually spent the mornin g here working then at a tank shoot run by the German Panzer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115089952372198897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=115089952372198897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115089952372198897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115089952372198897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/06/coming-home.html' title='Coming Home'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-115076812278420305</id><published>2006-06-19T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T22:03:02.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Seduction</title><summary type='text'>"Most of us understand that certain actions on our part will have a pleasing and seductive effect on the person we would like to seduce. The problem is that we are generally to self-absorbed: we think more about what we want from others than what they could want from us. We may occasionally do something that is seductive, but often we follow this us with a selfish or aggressive action." I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115076812278420305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=115076812278420305&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115076812278420305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115076812278420305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/06/art-of-seduction.html' title='The Art of Seduction'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-115072306840291263</id><published>2006-06-19T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T21:54:49.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hah! So True</title><summary type='text'>"Who will dress up as Clifford the dog, toss cell phones willie-nillie into unsuspecting comodes, consistently sport countless 80's t-shirts and accessories, and freelance in domesticated animal husbandry whilst pursuing a budding music career? In a word - nobody. Jeff, you will be missed. Wait a second, is Jeff even planning on showing up tonight? ;-) " ~ Drew</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115072306840291263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=115072306840291263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115072306840291263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115072306840291263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/06/hah-so-true.html' title='Hah! So True'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-115024698528300104</id><published>2006-06-13T21:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T21:04:01.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquatica</title><summary type='text'>June 15th, Rhodeside Grill 10pm&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115024698528300104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=115024698528300104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115024698528300104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115024698528300104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/06/aquatica.html' title='Aquatica'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-115024307347371351</id><published>2006-06-13T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T19:57:53.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Old?</title><summary type='text'>My co-worked told me about this new ring tone, it is at a frequency that most adults cannot hear."The cellphone ring tone that she heard was the offshoot of an invention called the Mosquito, developed last year by a Welsh security company to annoy teenagers and gratify adults, not the other way around. . . It was marketed as an ultrasonic teenager repellent, an ear-splitting 17-kilohertz buzzer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115024307347371351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=115024307347371351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115024307347371351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115024307347371351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/06/are-you-old.html' title='Are You Old?'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-115005939849443024</id><published>2006-06-11T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T09:16:40.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><summary type='text'>I have notably not been posting here as often as usual. This has been a combination of several factors, the first being time. Work has picked up, due to lack of resources I have been placed on the Navy NIMS team at DLA (as opposed to working with the Air Force on AFIE (AF Inventory Efficiency)) My life now consists of meetings for hours nearly every day where we discuss the integration of NIMS as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115005939849443024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=115005939849443024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115005939849443024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/115005939849443024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/06/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114945408119490983</id><published>2006-06-04T16:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T16:49:07.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotdiggidydog</title><summary type='text'>This is why I love Thea.Drawings by Thea:Hot Dog</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114945408119490983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114945408119490983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114945408119490983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114945408119490983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/06/hotdiggidydog.html' title='Hotdiggidydog'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114921366631463435</id><published>2006-06-01T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T22:01:06.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year of Magical Thinking</title><summary type='text'>"I know why we keep people alive: we try to keep them alive in order to keep them with us. I also know that if we are to live ourselves there comes a point at which we must relinquish the dead, let them go, keep them dead."  ~ Joan DidionCan we accept something when we are not emotionally prepared to accept?In the event of death the living are left grieving, existing in a reality somewhere </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114921366631463435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114921366631463435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114921366631463435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114921366631463435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/06/year-of-magical-thinking.html' title='The Year of Magical Thinking'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114835153942184334</id><published>2006-05-22T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T22:32:19.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update from Afganistan: May 2006</title><summary type='text'>All, Work here is hard and frustrating most days, still we seem to be getting through to a few people.  Remember this country has seen continuous strife and warfare for over 30 years, there are still bad guys out there and the amount of mines and other ordinance laying around is staggering.  We have a small part to play in securing and disposing of ordinance in the local area, but there is a lot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114835153942184334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114835153942184334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114835153942184334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114835153942184334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/05/update-from-afganistan-may-2006.html' title='Update from Afganistan: May 2006'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114739437552390805</id><published>2006-05-11T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T20:45:49.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Male in Search of Cute Female</title><summary type='text'>What distinguishes us from one another?Why am I different?Why am I special?Do you ever read the personal adds on Craigslist? Come on, admit it, you do, we all do. Do you ever notice how predictable people are, how similar we all are. Does this post describe you?cute male in search of cute female:"I am usually described as cute. I work a 9 to 5 job making averagish money. My personality is easy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114739437552390805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114739437552390805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114739437552390805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114739437552390805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/05/cute-male-in-search-of-cute-female.html' title='Cute Male in Search of Cute Female'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114704348444895250</id><published>2006-05-07T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T19:12:48.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Manners, Empathy, and Social Autism . . .cntd</title><summary type='text'>"...manners are the practice of a virtue. The virtue is called civility, a word related -  as a foundation is related to a house - to the word civilization."I have been thinking a lot lately about manners, social graces, and empathy. I for one do not take claim to having been blessed with a multitude of social graces, nor do I make claim to having the best manners; but analyzing the behaviors of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114704348444895250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114704348444895250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114704348444895250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114704348444895250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/05/on-manners-empathy-and-social-autism.html' title='On Manners, Empathy, and Social Autism . . .cntd'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114695349868424990</id><published>2006-05-06T17:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T18:15:37.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquatica</title><summary type='text'>Yo, just wanted to spread the word that our very own Mr. Marion will be gracing Ragtime with his presence and musical talent on May 13th, 2006.I have had the opportunity on several occasions to enjoy both the  music and beer at Ragtime and have to admit that it is one of my favorite places in Arlington . . . no doubt even better with Jeff on stage.Yes Jeff, I am making "I Heart J.M" T-shirts as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114695349868424990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114695349868424990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114695349868424990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114695349868424990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/05/aquatica.html' title='Aquatica'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114653086551495434</id><published>2006-05-01T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:32:18.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruel Intentions: Confessions of a Guilty Soul</title><summary type='text'>And So I Ran . . .The memory is that of an out-of-body experience, 8 months later I can see myself standing at the railing holding my cell phone, I ask in a whisper forcing the words . . . I know, I already know the answer, I wouldn't have to ask if I didn't know, every inch of my body knows but I have to hear the words, jaw clenched I utter, "do you still love me?" The reply, "No." More was said</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114653086551495434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114653086551495434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114653086551495434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114653086551495434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/05/cruel-intentions-confessions-of-guilty.html' title='Cruel Intentions: Confessions of a Guilty Soul'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114589112056987338</id><published>2006-04-24T11:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T21:13:13.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Manners, Empathy, and Social Autism . . .</title><summary type='text'>I was doing a little research on Social Autism and came across this post from;sliced bread #2My reflectoins to follow.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114589112056987338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114589112056987338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114589112056987338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114589112056987338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/04/on-manners-empathy-and-social-autism.html' title='On Manners, Empathy, and Social Autism . . .'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114582934837293380</id><published>2006-04-23T16:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T21:05:29.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introspection</title><summary type='text'>We all know that the Libertarians are . . . well . . . a little off.  They clearly opperated by a "special" set of social rules; rules that may or may not make sense, but like most things in life this depends on who you ask.And then there is me . . . despite my most rational reasoning my obsession with them hasn't faded, and no matter how creepy they have acted, I have reciprocated at every </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114582934837293380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114582934837293380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114582934837293380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114582934837293380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/04/introspection.html' title='Introspection'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114549450211659125</id><published>2006-04-19T19:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T09:33:01.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To move on and get over yourself . . .</title><summary type='text'>I stood bent over the bathroom sink, a few discarded cloths lay on the cold tile floor. I hold my electric tooth brush in one hand and my cell phone in the other. As I push a stray strand of hair from my face I spit in the sink. I ask "what is wrong?" and a voice that has been silent for the past 30 seconds says " how did you know that?" My answer is always the same; "I just know" to which the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114549450211659125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114549450211659125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114549450211659125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114549450211659125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-move-on-and-get-over-yourself.html' title='To move on and get over yourself . . .'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114531838661105035</id><published>2006-04-17T19:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T19:59:46.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow."~Alice Walker</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114531838661105035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114531838661105035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114531838661105035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114531838661105035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-person-is-your-friend-who-demands.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114476728224119043</id><published>2006-04-11T10:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T12:42:58.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect 10</title><summary type='text'>“I like women who are aggressive but not forward, receptive but not desperate, bold but not kinky, stunning but not fake, conversational but not chatty, committed but not clingy, self-aware but not high-maintenance, confident but not bossy, adventurous but not insane, stable but not boring, open-minded but not ambivalent, intelligent but not arrogant, and who can hold their own against me in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114476728224119043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114476728224119043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114476728224119043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114476728224119043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/04/perfect-10_114476728224119043.html' title='Perfect 10'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114462198281691414</id><published>2006-04-09T16:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T23:23:00.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Socially Demented</title><summary type='text'>Being a teenager is hard! Remember when you were 14? You were too tall, too skinny, your voice was changing, and you were growing hair in the most inappropriate places. When you are 14, the only thing worse than going through all of these changes was being the only one who wasn't going through them . . . This phase in our life, though awkward, embarrassing and even painful at times was well </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114462198281691414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114462198281691414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114462198281691414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114462198281691414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/04/socially-demented.html' title='Socially Demented'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114368884099404934</id><published>2006-03-29T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T22:24:25.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Might Not Ever Guess</title><summary type='text'>FWD from COL ColemanCaptain  Kangaroo passed away on January 23, 2004 at age 76, which is odd, because he always looked to be 76 (DOB: 6/27/27).  His death reminded me of the following story.Some people have been a bit offended that the actor, Lee Marvin, is buried in a grave alongside 3 and  4 star generals at Arlington National Cemetery. His marker gives his name, rank (PVT) and service (USMC).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114368884099404934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114368884099404934&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114368884099404934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114368884099404934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-might-not-ever-guess.html' title='You Might Not Ever Guess'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114342276069093108</id><published>2006-03-26T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T20:26:00.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTE:</title><summary type='text'>It's just not worth it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114342276069093108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114342276069093108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114342276069093108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114342276069093108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/03/note.html' title='NOTE:'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114341641143256312</id><published>2006-03-26T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T22:15:29.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giovanni, Why so Sad?</title><summary type='text'>Do you know someone who is only happy when they are completely miserable?I generally try to stay away from this type of person, but I would be a hypocrite if I said that on occasion I didn't find a certain kind of satisfaction from "bitching and moaning" or commiserating with confidants. It is perfectly human to need to vent and/or express frustration (or whatever have you.) But there is a point,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114341641143256312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114341641143256312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114341641143256312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114341641143256312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/03/giovanni-why-so-sad.html' title='Giovanni, Why so Sad?'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114324742663602211</id><published>2006-03-24T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T16:50:57.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Britney a Pro-life Icon?</title><summary type='text'>Recently this life size statue of Britney Spears giving birth to baby Sean Preston was dedicatated at Capla Kesting Fine Art in Brooklyn's Williamsburg gallery district and proclaimed the first Pro-Life monument to birth. . . Gotta LOVE New York! Get the full story here!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114324742663602211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114324742663602211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114324742663602211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114324742663602211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/03/britney-pro-life-icon.html' title='Britney a Pro-life Icon?'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114316392914101263</id><published>2006-03-23T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T20:32:09.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh  . . . Wet ass!</title><summary type='text'>Do you know what I hate . . . automatic toilets that flush when you move but you are still on there, no one wants a wet ass.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114316392914101263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114316392914101263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114316392914101263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114316392914101263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/03/ugh-wet-ass.html' title='Ugh  . . . Wet ass!'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114316361445684919</id><published>2006-03-23T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T20:30:41.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fwd: Sheep Dogs</title><summary type='text'>Jill Edwards is a junior math major at the University of Washington who very recently made the news in a negative fashion. In brief, Edwards, a member of the UW student senate, opposed a memorial to UW grad "Pappy" Boyington.Boyington was a U.S. Marine aviator who earned the Medal of Honor in World War II.  Edwards said that she didn't think it was appropriate to honor a person who killed other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114316361445684919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114316361445684919&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114316361445684919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114316361445684919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/03/fwd-sheep-dogs.html' title='Fwd: Sheep Dogs'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114252689826874051</id><published>2006-03-16T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T11:34:59.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Waz Up?</title><summary type='text'>So, I didn't really move, I just changed my URL. I decided that the only people that I want reading about my thoughts, friends and struggles are . . .  my friends . . . my real friends. Those other people are going to have to TALK to me if they are interested in the details of my life.I won't hold my breath!So !!!!!!!! excited about Greg's party.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114252689826874051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114252689826874051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114252689826874051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114252689826874051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/03/yo-waz-up.html' title='Yo Waz Up?'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114243405108386227</id><published>2006-03-15T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T09:47:31.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE MOVED</title><summary type='text'>I am trying out a new website, so this will be the last post here.COME CHECK IT OUT!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114243405108386227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114243405108386227&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114243405108386227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114243405108386227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-have-moved.html' title='I HAVE MOVED'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114225960832701322</id><published>2006-03-13T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T09:24:46.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update from Afganistan</title><summary type='text'>All,Things have been busy here, as we are getting more integrated with our Afghan counterparts.  The Garrison Dining Facility is being used to feed twice as many soldiers as originally planned.  Also another group of Navy advisers has shown up and I have a Storekeeper Chief Petty Officer working with me to advise the Logistics Department.  Attached are some pictures of the Galley and Mess Hall, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114225960832701322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114225960832701322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114225960832701322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114225960832701322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/03/update-from-afganistan.html' title='Update from Afganistan'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114225727654319324</id><published>2006-03-13T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T09:56:24.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I retreat pondering the possibility . . .</title><summary type='text'>"I'm walking back from the library at 1 05 in the morning and I happen upon a skunk that is residing about five feet from me and five feet from Emily L's window.  I retreat pondering the possibility of getting a good distance away and then throwing a rock at it so as to repeat Em's trauma story from Middle School.  Not being evil, I decided against the idea....but it would have been good!"~ </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114225727654319324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114225727654319324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114225727654319324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114225727654319324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-retreat-pondering-possibility.html' title='I retreat pondering the possibility . . .'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114205332935989275</id><published>2006-03-11T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T00:12:03.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes from Greg</title><summary type='text'>"Dude, if we ever slept together we could never be friends . . . you would so want to be MORE than just friends!"When I was gushing about Greg did I happen to mention how humble and modest he is . . . because he is, I SWEAR.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114205332935989275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114205332935989275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114205332935989275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114205332935989275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/03/quotes-from-greg.html' title='Quotes from Greg'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114205314022918619</id><published>2006-03-10T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T13:18:21.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frisbee on the Mall</title><summary type='text'>[Update: 2:30ish Sunday picnic and frisbee on the Mall, potential BBQ at Greg's, BYO(BBQ), in the event of rain call me!]Hey all those interested in playing frisbee, give me a call and I will pick you up around noon, Saturday.We are going to the National Mall to toss the disk for a while in the beautiful sunshine.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114205314022918619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114205314022918619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114205314022918619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114205314022918619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/03/frisbee-on-mall.html' title='Frisbee on the Mall'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114201995938594420</id><published>2006-03-10T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T14:45:59.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Stalker!</title><summary type='text'>OK, who wrote this? Either it was my roomie, or I have my first blog stalker, either way is pretty cool, check it out:  Hi Blog Goddess,I read your blog all the time and I love it. Actually, I think I'm falling in love with you. I just love your soulful insights and continuing struggle to understand yourself and the world around you. I think I understand you. Sometimes I feel like we're freinds, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114201995938594420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114201995938594420&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114201995938594420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114201995938594420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-first-stalker.html' title='My First Stalker!'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114186461495566922</id><published>2006-03-08T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T10:01:37.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Behavior</title><summary type='text'>I was curious, very curious about this boy who seemed to be able to walk on water, he was more like a legend actually, described as mysterious and kind; a great philosopher of sorts capable of warming anyone's heart. I decided that I was tired of the myth, and also having his friends tell me stories as if I knew him, he should at least have to opportunity to defend himself.I was early that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114186461495566922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114186461495566922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114186461495566922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114186461495566922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/03/strange-behavior.html' title='Strange Behavior'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114178748080040339</id><published>2006-03-07T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T10:11:48.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><summary type='text'>Hey, hey, hey, today is the 6 month (five actually but who's counting) anniversary of my blog! Wow, I can't believe it, I started this blog as a joke and I didn't think that I would even have a weeks worth of material, my how time flies.So thanks to all my loyal readers . . . all five of you! YOU'RE the best.In the honor of this eventful day here is the post that started it all;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114178748080040339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114178748080040339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114178748080040339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114178748080040339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114177699539054657</id><published>2006-03-07T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T10:18:57.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladder Theory</title><summary type='text'>I began a post a while ago, one in which I never finished but had intended to return to later. I soon realized that what I wanted to say was far to complicated and entirely to debatable to warrant a proper rant. Having had time and space from the subject, and around 6 months to ponder, grow, and learn I have decided that the best way to explain my point of view is through a story, or more rather </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114177699539054657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114177699539054657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114177699539054657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114177699539054657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/03/ladder-theory.html' title='Ladder Theory'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114169074551270778</id><published>2006-03-06T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T19:19:05.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March 18th in NYC</title><summary type='text'>Hey guys, Thea is having a housewarming party in Brooklyn on the 18th. I am definitely going, wanna come?NY City is the BEST! and you know that we all need a little break from the week-end grind, I mean how many times can you go to Tom Toms or Dan's Cafe?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114169074551270778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114169074551270778&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114169074551270778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114169074551270778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/03/march-18th-in-nyc.html' title='March 18th in NYC'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114161292940304951</id><published>2006-03-05T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T21:42:09.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Reading My blog?</title><summary type='text'>I have had 15 hits in the past 30 minutes. I am pretty sure that I don't have 15 friends so who the hell is reading this blog?So um...I have a proposal for curiosities sake, when you load this page, leave a comment indicating who you are, if you are shy initials are just fine.Thanks!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114161292940304951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114161292940304951&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114161292940304951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114161292940304951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/03/who-is-reading-my-blog.html' title='Who is Reading My blog?'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114134863608696096</id><published>2006-03-02T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T21:19:40.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>" ... he rests his hand on the curve of my waist pulling me to him just slightly. "</title><summary type='text'>So um . . . I used to be really lonely, and I used to think that my loneliness was because I was alone.  Well I am still alone, but no longer lonely. Somehow that hole that used to choke me at night has filled itself in and now I have nothing but reasons to smile. Funny how that works, all this time I thought that someone else had the answers, when I had them all the whole time.But still there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114134863608696096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114134863608696096&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114134863608696096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114134863608696096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/03/he-rests-his-hand-on-curve-of-my-waist.html' title='&quot; ... he rests his hand on the curve of my waist pulling me to him just slightly. &quot;'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114134684134713870</id><published>2006-03-02T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:47:21.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes a Smile Makes Your Day</title><summary type='text'>Monday I had a flat tire.So while waiting for Goodyear to  change my tire I walked over to Murky for a cup of coffee. I was sitting there staring out the window squinting a bit from the glare. Low music was playing in the background, the kind of music that plays during the quiet scenes of independent films.I had been sitting there for 45 minutes, just sitting and staring out the window watching </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114134684134713870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114134684134713870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114134684134713870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114134684134713870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/03/sometimes-smile-makes-your-day.html' title='Sometimes a Smile Makes Your Day'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114134562294527687</id><published>2006-03-02T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T01:16:11.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Only Thing Listed on His Profile was "Interests - Sex"</title><summary type='text'>Do you have a profile on Friendster, Facebook?Of course you do, if you are reading this blog then you do, whether you take it seriously, or just have one so that you can stalk people, you have one. I forget how I originally heard about friendster, but until a few months ago, I had no idea what it was. If this appalls you, you will have to forgive me for I have never been very cool or hip (as is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114134562294527687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114134562294527687&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114134562294527687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114134562294527687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/03/only-thing-listed-on-his-profile-was.html' title='The Only Thing Listed on His Profile was &quot;Interests - Sex&quot;'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114099959296365066</id><published>2006-02-26T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T09:02:14.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, so Maybe I am High Maintenance!</title><summary type='text'>So the truth is that I am kinda high maintenance, between my mood swings, vehement distaste for tardiness, and uncanny ability to flip out (even on occasion start food fights) over what always turns out to be nothing, I think that I qualify for the high maintains category. It has taken me 6 months to come to terms with this, but the truth is, that I am okay with it. I may be a bit high </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114099959296365066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114099959296365066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114099959296365066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114099959296365066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/02/okay-so-maybe-i-am-high-maintenance.html' title='Okay, so Maybe I am High Maintenance!'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114089106227827822</id><published>2006-02-25T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T13:14:05.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dada</title><summary type='text'>A Dada exhibit opened last Sunday at the National Museum of Art .For more on Dada see this article from the Jamaica Observer: " 'Dada' exhibit opens in Washington: Opponents of traditional art get first big international exhibit""Dada can mean various things in various languages: "yes, yes" in Russian and Romanian, a hobby horse in French, baby talk for "daddy' in English. The name seems to have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114089106227827822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114089106227827822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114089106227827822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114089106227827822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/02/dada.html' title='Dada'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114083203663812106</id><published>2006-02-24T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:47:16.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night</title><summary type='text'>So here's the plan:8:30 - Greg's house for some drinks of sorts9:30ish - Dive bar around the corner for more drinks of sorts (and Karaoke)11:00ish - Cab to Adam's Morgan.You in? Spread the word!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114083203663812106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114083203663812106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114083203663812106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114083203663812106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/02/saturday-night.html' title='Saturday Night'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114032856469149060</id><published>2006-02-18T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:48:31.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Voyeurs</title><summary type='text'>Bye guys, I am leaving tomorrow for Maine. No worries though, I will be back bright and early on Wednesday...gotta get in a full days work after 56 solid hours of interviews.How's this for a question: "If you were to drop a bowling ball into the Atlantic ocean how long would it take to hit the bottom?" Would that make you shit your pants or what?So in my absence I leave you with some replacement </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114032856469149060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114032856469149060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114032856469149060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114032856469149060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/02/voyeurs.html' title='Voyeurs'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114006045248294306</id><published>2006-02-15T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T22:28:13.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Your Penis Large Enough?</title><summary type='text'>Check out this article on aol.com.I just have to notice how the article comes to the only appropriate conclusion about cosmetic surgery...that the patients aren't in need of some sort of augmentation, but in need of therapy. While I have never been a feminist or even a feminist sympathizer, I have to note here that despite all of the ridiculous and dangerous surgeries that women endure in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114006045248294306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114006045248294306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114006045248294306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114006045248294306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/02/is-your-penis-large-enough.html' title='Is Your Penis Large Enough?'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-114002916008058123</id><published>2006-02-15T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T13:46:01.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Then she ordered decaf"</title><summary type='text'>Jacob sites this article from the Washington Post "Picky, picky" on his blog Eternal Recurrence.Here are my thoughts (minus spelling mistakes).I would argue that the problem is not a "consumerific" society or even a generation obsessed with choices, but something deeper, less obvious. When you think about it all the faults and criticisms that one can and will find in a potential mate and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114002916008058123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=114002916008058123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114002916008058123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/114002916008058123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/02/then-she-ordered-decaf.html' title='&quot;Then she ordered decaf&quot;'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113994673336160483</id><published>2006-02-14T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T14:52:15.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><summary type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day everyone!I recieved this  smiley face via  friendster the other day, perhaps I should ask David  to be my valentine?p.s. check out his hobbies and interests!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113994673336160483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113994673336160483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113994673336160483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113994673336160483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113952021117005395</id><published>2006-02-09T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T16:23:31.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drink up!</title><summary type='text'>Just got back from the liquor store (gotta love the commissary prices) ... you all had better show up on Saturday damn thirsty!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113952021117005395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113952021117005395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113952021117005395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113952021117005395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/02/drink-up.html' title='Drink up!'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113950075147797248</id><published>2006-02-09T10:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T10:59:14.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Dead Presidents' Day!</title><summary type='text'>In honor of our friends and their devotion to our nation's history I'd like to honor them by posting the evite that started it all ... that's right it's memories from the first "Dead Presidents' Day Celebration".Despite certain refusal to comment on this blog, these fine young men, are among the most amusing that I know; it is rare to encounter writers who make you laugh out loud over and over </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113950075147797248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113950075147797248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113950075147797248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113950075147797248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-dead-presidents-day.html' title='Happy Dead Presidents&apos; Day!'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113942862802617529</id><published>2006-02-08T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T14:57:08.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish</title><summary type='text'>I wish that I had an artsy roomate...we'd devote an entire afternoon to drawing each other...naked.Then we would cover ourselves in paint and role around all over the canvas...and that would be our art.And this would be especially cool if my roomate had tits!~ G.P.(Why do people tell me things like this, why? ... Probably because I always laugh!)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113942862802617529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113942862802617529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113942862802617529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113942862802617529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-wish_08.html' title='I Wish'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113942376666466928</id><published>2006-02-08T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T13:36:06.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><summary type='text'>Perhaps this is old news, as I am usually the last to know, but it was just recently brought to my attention that employers are using facebook and other various online profiles to screen potential new hires. There have been several articles written on this subject, mostly of academic sources (keeping in mind the large gap between academia and reality) which warn that "employers will find content </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113942376666466928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113942376666466928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113942376666466928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113942376666466928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/02/facebook_08.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113880721790125178</id><published>2006-02-01T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T10:26:38.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greenspan Says Goodbye</title><summary type='text'>Due to all the press surrounding the State of the Union speech last night it was nearly overlooked that Tuesday, January 31st was Alan Greenspan's last day as Federal Reserve chairman after 18 1/2 years of service at the Fed. The 79 year old chairman will be replaced by Ben Bernanke, who was approved by the senate yesterday and later honored by President Bush while addressing America."Alan </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113880721790125178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113880721790125178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113880721790125178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113880721790125178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/02/greenspan-says-goodbye.html' title='Greenspan Says Goodbye'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113831057409465759</id><published>2006-01-26T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T16:24:06.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update from Afganistan</title><summary type='text'>Hey,just wanted to let everyone know that I am fine.   My team and I have been working with my ANA (Afghan National Army) counterparts for almost a week now and the days have been busy.  My assignment is to be the Supply Department advisor for the ANA Garrison, including General Material, Weapons, Food Service, and close working relationship with the Vehicle Maintenance platoon for the garrison. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113831057409465759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113831057409465759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113831057409465759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113831057409465759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/01/update-from-afganistan.html' title='Update from Afganistan'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113830614927854537</id><published>2006-01-26T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T15:09:09.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What this Guy Majored in ...</title><summary type='text'>That's right ... Economics! Sheesh, like I had to tell you that.To his credit James D. Hamilton is professor of economics at the University of California, San Diego. He has written extensively on oil-price shocks and is the author of "Time Series Analysis," the leading graduate text on economic forecasting. His analysis of current economic conditions and policy can be found at www.econbrowser.com.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113830614927854537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113830614927854537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113830614927854537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113830614927854537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/01/guess-what-this-guy-majored-in.html' title='Guess What this Guy Majored in ...'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113813221558034229</id><published>2006-01-24T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T14:50:17.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl's Night: What Girls Really Talk About</title><summary type='text'>A.P: "Wait we were talking about something interesting"E.B: "Obesity in America?"C.P: "Oh, oh, oh .... anal sex!"E.B: "I can't believe the dog drank out of the toilet after she shat in it!"Samantha Jones.: "I am a tri-sexual...I will TRY anything!"C.P: "The only thing that I don't do is shit!"  (in reference to Fargo and his latest "foul".)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113813221558034229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113813221558034229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113813221558034229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113813221558034229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/01/girls-night-what-girls-really-talk.html' title='Girl&apos;s Night: What Girls Really Talk About'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113813133032223972</id><published>2006-01-24T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T15:28:45.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lingerie Anyone</title><summary type='text'> So it looks like February the 4th isn't the best weekend for a house warming party, but how about a February 11th, cocktail/Lingerie party in honor of St. Valentine's day? Could be HOT!Any thoughts?[Update 01/26/06: So ironically I got the most push back from the boys on this idea ... who knew they were so insecure about their hairy legs? But don't worry, the eleventh still stands, it will just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113813133032223972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113813133032223972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113813133032223972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113813133032223972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/01/lingerie-anyone_24.html' title='Lingerie Anyone'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113769827258746030</id><published>2006-01-19T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T14:17:52.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery</title><summary type='text'>"Good thing the doctor forgot to ask patient permission for me to view the last surgery because I was definately drunk this morning."~ my sister, the brain surgeon in training.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113769827258746030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113769827258746030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113769827258746030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113769827258746030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/01/surgery.html' title='Surgery'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113762064700849214</id><published>2006-01-18T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T16:44:07.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTY!</title><summary type='text'>Keep your calendars open for a potential house warming party Saturday, Feb 4th. I say potential because I should prob run this by my roomie first...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113762064700849214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113762064700849214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113762064700849214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113762064700849214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/01/party.html' title='PARTY!'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113760912624436377</id><published>2006-01-18T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T13:32:06.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Character</title><summary type='text'>Can I just say that I am a terrible judge of character ... really, really bad!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113760912624436377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113760912624436377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113760912624436377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113760912624436377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/01/character.html' title='Character'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113760896173365033</id><published>2006-01-18T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T13:29:21.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freud</title><summary type='text'>The longer you look at an object, the more abstract it becomes, and, ironically, the more real. ~ Lucian Freud - gofterrace</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113760896173365033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113760896173365033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113760896173365033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113760896173365033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/01/freud.html' title='Freud'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113752972118943025</id><published>2006-01-17T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T15:28:43.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Day Ever!</title><summary type='text'>We found out Saturday that we had 36 hrs to move into our new apartment...  Monday morning, I woke up ready for a fun filled day of packing only to find out that my car had been towed, apparently I had left it double parked in the street with the flashers on all night. Unfortunately, there are negative side effects to being blonde!-$120 (tow cost)Not only did Arlington county tow my car, but they</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113752972118943025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113752972118943025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113752972118943025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113752972118943025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/01/worst-day-ever.html' title='Worst Day Ever!'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113752775905251651</id><published>2006-01-17T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T14:58:51.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Digs</title><summary type='text'>Teammates,We left camp yesterday and convoyed to our new digs, address is below, the important thing is to use just my name, no rank as that is a security issue.  Don't want to bring anyone down, but except for those who have spent time in a war zone, you just wouldn't believe the desolation, destruction, poverty, dirt of this place.  That being said, most seem glad to have us here, but we are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113752775905251651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113752775905251651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113752775905251651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113752775905251651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-digs.html' title='New Digs'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113722043482547839</id><published>2006-01-14T01:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T01:33:54.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheetos</title><summary type='text'>Ugh...I just ate two bags of cheetos on my walk to the metro, and I think that they burnt a hole in my cheek...what the fuck is a cheeto anyway, nothing in nature that I know of is that color orange!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113722043482547839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113722043482547839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113722043482547839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113722043482547839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/01/cheetos.html' title='Cheetos'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113721908714389244</id><published>2006-01-14T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T01:15:47.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little do I Know</title><summary type='text'>Little do I know, I'm riding on your back.The foot prints remain sinking in deep.A mist of mystery embraced and left.Leaving sympathy of my beautiful decay.Roots of the soul reveal the day after.White Lily waiting besides your loving face.Imagining eclipse before my eyes that wonder.Wind blowing, confused and dazed.Faceless figures reappeared in my memory.Surreal puppets without spirit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113721908714389244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113721908714389244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113721908714389244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113721908714389244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/01/little-do-i-know.html' title='Little do I Know'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113692103292005289</id><published>2006-01-10T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T14:28:27.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Navy Goes to the Desert</title><summary type='text'>All,Here I am upon arrival at Bagram Air Base, which was really just a stopover as we then caught another flight, both on C-130's to Kabul.  We had the first class seats, though the coffee was a little cool and the inflight entertainment was one of the SeaBees telling jokes.  The second pic is from a tourist sight, this will most likely be our base camp, not the building itself but we will be on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113692103292005289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113692103292005289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113692103292005289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113692103292005289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/01/navy-goes-to-desert.html' title='The Navy Goes to the Desert'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113690863665536187</id><published>2006-01-10T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T10:57:16.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Season</title><summary type='text'>"On my way home last night I drove past Yankee Stadium.  In the distance, on the sign on the Stadium, in small letters, in black and white, I could make out the message '36 DAYS UNTIL PITCHERS AND CATCHERS.'  I got the warm and fuzzies. "~ FlashPWB</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113690863665536187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113690863665536187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113690863665536187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113690863665536187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/01/pre-season.html' title='Pre-Season'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113683541699203567</id><published>2006-01-09T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T14:36:57.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from Afganistan</title><summary type='text'>All,My apologies for a shotgun approach but we are limited to 30 minutes on the internet.  Just wanted to let everyone know that I along with the rest of my team are safe here in Kabul.  Unfortunately the address given last week is no longer valid.  When I get a real address it will be forwarded.  Life here is okay, it is very cold at night and in the morning, food is pretty good, hot showers and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113683541699203567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113683541699203567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113683541699203567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113683541699203567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/01/hello-from-afganistan.html' title='Hello from Afganistan'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113677125923349991</id><published>2006-01-08T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T10:15:43.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mouse Trap</title><summary type='text'>As my car roles to a stop at the corner of Wilson and Glebe, I fumble with the plastic seal on a bottle of Pepto-Bismol. I quickly unscrew the lid and take a few gulps before the light turns green. It's Friday night and like always I am on my way to the boy’s house, but this is no typical Friday night... My stomach has been upset all day and what kills me is that I let them get to me.Reluctantly,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113677125923349991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113677125923349991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113677125923349991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113677125923349991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/01/mouse-trap.html' title='Mouse Trap'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113609910943529743</id><published>2006-01-01T02:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T02:06:46.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Its 2am and is there any reason to have a party that doesn't suck nuts!!!!!What can we ring the new year in with!Ohhh, you are walking!?Who can we drunk call?I come from VA, but I spent a lot of time on SC don't make fun of me!--love Sarah!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113609910943529743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113609910943529743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113609910943529743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113609910943529743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113549016543812806</id><published>2005-12-25T00:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T21:35:03.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Everyone!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113549016543812806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113549016543812806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113549016543812806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113549016543812806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title='Merry Christmas Everyone!'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113529220138235758</id><published>2005-12-22T16:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T19:13:55.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not worried about finding meaning in my life, I have meaning all ready, I am me!</title><summary type='text'>"I want to enjoy my job, I want to do what makes me happy and most importantly what keeps me entertained. The meaning in my life is not directly correlated to my career, or my accomplishments, but to the passion with which I live my life, and to the compassion with which I love."I have had several conversations over the past several months with friends and colleagues about finding "meaning" in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113529220138235758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113529220138235758&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113529220138235758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113529220138235758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-not-worried-about-finding-meaning.html' title='I am not worried about finding meaning in my life, I have meaning all ready, I am me!'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113512905786616377</id><published>2005-12-20T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T20:37:37.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Snowflake</title><summary type='text'>Yup, I spent half the day building this costume, and I am damn proud; our division came in first in the holiday contest. Go NIMS!!!!Can't let that Art degree go to waste.; )</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113512905786616377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113512905786616377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113512905786616377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113512905786616377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-snowflake.html' title='My Snowflake'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113504845060869065</id><published>2005-12-19T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T22:30:58.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa is Great and all but he ain't no Christ!</title><summary type='text'>In case you don't read Quiet Declarations or CNN you have missed a titillating debate over "Merry Christmas" vs. "Happy Holidays". I for one think that it is ridiculous; if you are addressing a group or are unsure of a persons religious devotions of course "Happy Holidays" is the most appropriate, but if you know a person "Merry Christmas" or "Happy Hanukkah" or "Happy Quanza" are equally as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113504845060869065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113504845060869065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113504845060869065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113504845060869065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2005/12/santa-is-great-and-all-but-he-aint-no.html' title='Santa is Great and all but he ain&apos;t no Christ!'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113492228084292962</id><published>2005-12-18T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T20:38:10.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Quotes from the Weekend!</title><summary type='text'>"Your breasts are my breasts!" ~ E.B."Did you know that the narwhal whale uses its 9 foot tooth as a barometer?" ~ G.P."Never ever ask a guy: do these  pants make me look fat?!" ~ S.G."Something ... about biology" ~ A.P. (sorry, I wasn't listening closely to that one)"I like it rough, I want a man to prove that he is a man" ~ A.P. (heh, I am totally with you on that one!)"NO! Carolyn I won't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113492228084292962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113492228084292962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113492228084292962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113492228084292962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2005/12/favorite-quotes-from-weekend.html' title='Favorite Quotes from the Weekend!'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113485403334214185</id><published>2005-12-17T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T16:13:53.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Anonymous</title><summary type='text'>Sorry, I did not reply sooner, thought you were making a statement.  I see three things wrong with Objectivism;  1) Even if there is objective fact, being that we each have our own bias and experiences, and only have knowledge of self, we are by definition subjective in nature.  2) I am skeptical of any theory based on fallacy  3) If you agree with me (as I think you do) that beyond objective </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113485403334214185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113485403334214185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113485403334214185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113485403334214185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2005/12/dear-anonymous.html' title='Dear Anonymous'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113480135427158693</id><published>2005-12-17T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T21:12:08.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunken Bloggin!</title><summary type='text'>Apparently I committed the carnal sin, I revealed too much too soon, but not about myself, nothing about myself. But that is just it, I am an artist, that is my passion, even if I spend my days kissing the ass of DoD, I was trained to feel. That is who I am; I feel and experience life, and when life inspires me, I make it come alive with color and line. What impresses me is when a person is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113480135427158693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113480135427158693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113480135427158693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113480135427158693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2005/12/drunken-bloggin.html' title='Drunken Bloggin!'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113466320415488831</id><published>2005-12-15T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T11:13:24.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calvin and Hobbes: Snowmen</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113466320415488831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113466320415488831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113466320415488831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113466320415488831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2005/12/calvin-and-hobbes-snowmen.html' title='Calvin and Hobbes: Snowmen'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113461578130856083</id><published>2005-12-14T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T22:31:23.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Muse</title><summary type='text'>Constantinian Basilica Trier GermanyI was looking through some photos from Europe... This is from Trier."Constantine's throne room, is the largest surviving single-room structure from Roman times. The Romans wanted the architecture to express the magnificence and might of the emperor.""The size is amazing even by today's standards: 27 m (90 ft) wide, 33 m (108 ft) high, and 67 m (220 ft) long - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113461578130856083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113461578130856083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113461578130856083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113461578130856083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-muse.html' title='My Muse'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113460082766646162</id><published>2005-12-14T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T17:54:30.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Stress Relief</title><summary type='text'>I can't stop shaking it.... What does that mean? http://ww10.e-tractions.com/snowglobe/globe.htm(Turn up the sound and be sure to watch the snowman being built.) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113460082766646162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113460082766646162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113460082766646162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113460082766646162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2005/12/holiday-stress-relief.html' title='Holiday Stress Relief'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113457668491049288</id><published>2005-12-14T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T11:11:24.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowflake SME</title><summary type='text'>Wow! Man sized snowflakes....boy is the government getting its moneys worth with me. All I need now is some silver glitter and my life will be complete.Can I put snowflake SME (Subject Matter Expert) on my resume?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113457668491049288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113457668491049288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113457668491049288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113457668491049288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2005/12/snowflake-sme.html' title='Snowflake SME'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113452436582152401</id><published>2005-12-13T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T21:00:18.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mother and Child</title><summary type='text'>When I originally drafted "Objectivism" the example that I used was that of the love between a mother and a child, I then re-drafted realizing that this example did not question, but upheld the third principle of Objectivism. Thus, the love that I am speaking is that love that exists without scientific deduction, the kind of love for which no experiment can be staged. Love where an individual </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113452436582152401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113452436582152401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113452436582152401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113452436582152401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2005/12/mother-and-child.html' title='A Mother and Child'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113452142921516138</id><published>2005-12-13T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T20:59:21.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTE:</title><summary type='text'>People who use words such as "nihilistic" and "inextricably" in here will be prank called...at 2am...in the morning...and I will sing...don't make me sing!Acceptable words include: "dude", "yo", "hey", and "frizzle my nizzle what ti hizzle"!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113452142921516138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113452142921516138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113452142921516138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113452142921516138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2005/12/note.html' title='NOTE:'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113433668295345166</id><published>2005-12-11T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T16:45:05.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Objectivism</title><summary type='text'>I have recently learned about a philosophy called Objectivism, and apparently I am friends with some Objectivists and didn't know it.  However, given my interactions with these particular people the philosophy explains a lot of my confusion with regards to certain behaviors. Here is the basic premise of Objectivism in the words of Ayn Rand herself;  Reality exists as an objective absolute —facts </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113433668295345166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113433668295345166&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113433668295345166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113433668295345166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2005/12/objectivism.html' title='Objectivism'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17590917.post-113398915309233687</id><published>2005-12-07T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T21:36:18.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Warning Signs</title><summary type='text'>1. He talks more about his best friend then himself.2. He is only 25 and has a philosophy on life...3. He places everyone somewhere on a social ladder.4. He whines more than your little sister.5. He orders halibut and steamed vegetables at a Sports Bar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/feeds/113398915309233687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17590917&amp;postID=113398915309233687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113398915309233687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17590917/posts/default/113398915309233687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fumblemumble.blogspot.com/2005/12/5-warning-signs.html' title='5 Warning Signs'/><author><name>DC Transplant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/7103/640/IMG_3289.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
