<?xml version='1.0' encoding='windows-1252'?><?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117</id><updated>2010-03-05T23:32:19.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The WAMBAG</title><subtitle type='html'>The greatest blog ever conceived by human beings.  No, Seriously.</subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/index.php'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wambag.com/atom.xml'/><author><name>Choking Yak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016904424400555680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1360</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-8065372403211552830</id><published>2010-03-03T03:21:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T23:32:19.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winnipeg Chronicles #6: I Thank God For Nights Like These</title><summary type='text'>Either/Or - Elliott SmithThere's a common belief out there that when I go out with my boys we, as the black people put it these days, run this town.  While that's a notion that I've enjoyed and perpetuated for years, I'm afraid that the time has come for full disclosure: We do not run Toronto or Winnipeg or any other town for that matter.  Then again, I wasn't along on the now legendary Montreal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/8065372403211552830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=8065372403211552830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/8065372403211552830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/8065372403211552830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2010/03/winnipeg-chronicles-6-i-thank-god-for.php' title='Winnipeg Chronicles #6: I Thank God For Nights Like These'/><author><name>Big Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354981080209633709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03284800507030298939'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-1558764346258059890</id><published>2010-03-02T15:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T15:59:09.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens In Winnipeg Stays In Winnipeg</title><summary type='text'>Party For Two - Shania TwainTwo things prevent me from launching into a full recap of the events of this past weekend. First, I don't know if my current memory of these events is even really that accurate. There was a lot of alcohol involved. Second, I don't know if I did anything that I'm actually that proud of and want to record in this space. Again, there was a lot of alcohol involved. However</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/1558764346258059890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=1558764346258059890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/1558764346258059890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/1558764346258059890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2010/03/what-happens-in-winnipeg-stays-in.php' title='What Happens In Winnipeg Stays In Winnipeg'/><author><name>Choking Yak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016904424400555680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02173676325631982019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-1339917669818715192</id><published>2010-03-02T14:36:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T15:04:10.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Old Hockey Game</title><summary type='text'>As a somewhat casual sports fan, I regularly see outrageous claims of instant history, and there is a big what-have-you-done-for-me-lately type of mentality that dominates the public perception of players and teams and events as they happen. Too often are we looking at guys to hold up as the next Gretzky or the next Jordan, too often are we saying this was the best team/game/era of all time...the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/1339917669818715192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=1339917669818715192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/1339917669818715192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/1339917669818715192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2010/03/good-old-hockey-game.php' title='The Good Old Hockey Game'/><author><name>Choking Yak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016904424400555680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02173676325631982019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-3587524536726239164</id><published>2010-02-24T00:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T02:00:25.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winnipeg Chronicles #5: Psycho Killer, Qu'est-ce Que C'est?</title><summary type='text'>And Me - Beastie BoysOn my personal list of Dos and Don'ts, you can highlight "Don't go see a movie in the theatres by yourself" as a rule that I have stood firm on my entire life.  When you think about it though, there isn't much justification for that rule.  Yes, sitting in a crowded theatre and laughing or crying with your party can make a movie more involving, but it's not essential.  It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/3587524536726239164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=3587524536726239164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/3587524536726239164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/3587524536726239164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2010/02/winnipeg-chronicles-5-psycho-killer.php' title='Winnipeg Chronicles #5: Psycho Killer, Qu&apos;est-ce Que C&apos;est?'/><author><name>Big Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354981080209633709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03284800507030298939'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-4378835962961917809</id><published>2010-02-17T03:07:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T04:23:52.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winnipeg Chronicles #4: Voyager</title><summary type='text'>Excuse Me Miss - Jay-ZLook, I'm usually the last person to complain about needing to interact with people (er, barring that last post), but seeing as how my only company over the last month has been Derek and the reprobates at my gym I think this recent bout of loneliness is more than understandable.Derek took me out on Saturday night to meet some of his friends from work.  They included two Dans</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/4378835962961917809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=4378835962961917809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/4378835962961917809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/4378835962961917809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2010/02/winnipeg-chronicles-4-voyager.php' title='Winnipeg Chronicles #4: Voyager'/><author><name>Big Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354981080209633709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03284800507030298939'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-3107381300702495189</id><published>2010-02-16T16:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:01:15.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Balls.</title><summary type='text'>NSFW.  Please don't watch this at work because there is no way you'll be able to contain your laughter/crying."World Record Kick to the Groin"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/3107381300702495189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=3107381300702495189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/3107381300702495189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/3107381300702495189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2010/02/balls.php' title='Balls.'/><author><name>MaxSnax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853969568809601873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03667455734482073188'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-697565879447429507</id><published>2010-02-16T08:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T09:41:21.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 5 Wackest Rap Cameos Of All Time</title><summary type='text'>I was wasting my life away on YouTube at 2:00 AM last night, and I discovered that there are some really wack rap cameos out there. One thing lead to another, and so here we find ourselves once again ready to embark on an exciting new journey.The following is one man's humble attempt to scientifically quantify these levels of wackness, and to identify the five most offensively wack songs that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/697565879447429507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=697565879447429507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/697565879447429507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/697565879447429507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2010/02/5-wackest-rap-cameos-of-all-time.php' title='The 5 Wackest Rap Cameos Of All Time'/><author><name>Choking Yak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016904424400555680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02173676325631982019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-8335631175023197419</id><published>2010-02-15T01:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T01:08:09.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kind Of Like Ocean's 11 But Not As Good</title><summary type='text'>I need ten volunteers to help me get to Chicago and break into the Volo Auto Museum.I don't think I'll need a ride back though.That Leonardo looks like he was from Wallace &amp; Gromit and developed an eating disorder.  Truly unfortunate.Cowabunga!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/8335631175023197419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=8335631175023197419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/8335631175023197419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/8335631175023197419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2010/02/kind-of-like-oceans-11-but-with-worse.php' title='Kind Of Like Ocean&apos;s 11 But Not As Good'/><author><name>Choking Yak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016904424400555680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02173676325631982019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-1632384019531456303</id><published>2010-02-08T12:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T12:40:49.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winnipeg Chronicles #3: Steak Boss</title><summary type='text'>I Would Be Your Man - The OddsQuick one for this week.  I thought I'd let everyone know if I've learned anything practical since I've been out here.  One of the major things I wanted to do out here was learn how to cook and I can say that my cousin Derek has done a great job helping me learn the basics.  We're talking spaghetti sauce, eggs, sausage, all that good stuff.  Nothing fancy.Before he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/1632384019531456303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=1632384019531456303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/1632384019531456303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/1632384019531456303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2010/02/winnipeg-chronicles-3-steak-boss.php' title='Winnipeg Chronicles #3: Steak Boss'/><author><name>Big Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354981080209633709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03284800507030298939'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-1851199130681943801</id><published>2010-02-01T03:21:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T14:24:21.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winnipeg Chronicles #2: Girl Type Thing</title><summary type='text'>The Town Halo - A.C. NewmanNobody has ever accused me of being a ladies man, but if there's one thing I've always had the pleasure of knowing it is the company of women.  I won't get into the long history of it, suffice to say that, for whatever reason, the Lord saw fit to grace me with an overwhelming libido at an early, early age.  That, and a thin, wiry frame that has proven invaluable in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/1851199130681943801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=1851199130681943801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/1851199130681943801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/1851199130681943801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2010/02/winnipeg-chronicles-2-girl-type-thing.php' title='Winnipeg Chronicles #2: Girl Type Thing'/><author><name>Big Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354981080209633709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03284800507030298939'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-4102766674276019996</id><published>2010-01-23T22:28:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T18:36:45.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winnipeg Chronicles #1: First Flight</title><summary type='text'>New Slang - The ShinsThe last time I found myself on an airplane was about seven or eight years ago.  We were going to Peru to see some relatives.  It was the first time that I would be abroad.  The trip had several highs and lows, most of which I recorded at the time and for one reason or another have never gotten around to posting here.  It was a long time ago, but with some editing it could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/4102766674276019996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=4102766674276019996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/4102766674276019996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/4102766674276019996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2010/01/winnipeg-chronicles-1-first-flight-new.php' title='Winnipeg Chronicles #1: First Flight'/><author><name>Big Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354981080209633709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03284800507030298939'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-7428260026564785415</id><published>2010-01-23T10:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T11:06:51.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny People</title><summary type='text'>Here are a few things that I have been watching recently:1.  Aziz Ansari, my favourite "that guy" who has been appearing in all those TV Shows and Judd Apatow movies, is doing alright for himself. He has a new comedy special on DVD called "Intimate Moments for a Sensual Evening." Here is a bit from that. At the end of his DVD, Aziz does his encore as RAAAAAAAANDY (with 8 a's), the Dane Cookian </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/7428260026564785415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=7428260026564785415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/7428260026564785415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/7428260026564785415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2010/01/funny-people.php' title='Funny People'/><author><name>FlamingSheep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18292229933525940502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00569805700475318652'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-4697178279919677030</id><published>2010-01-19T23:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T23:43:51.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Got It, MacGruber!</title><summary type='text'>This is a red band trailer for the MacGruber movie, coming out in April.  It's directed by Jorma from The Lonely Island and features Val Kilmer as the villain, Dieter Von Cunth.What.The fuck is this?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/4697178279919677030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=4697178279919677030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/4697178279919677030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/4697178279919677030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2010/01/you-got-it-macgruber.php' title='You Got It, MacGruber!'/><author><name>Choking Yak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016904424400555680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02173676325631982019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-6498459383068980514</id><published>2010-01-18T12:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T12:54:29.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To The Year 2000</title><summary type='text'>Ah, my dear friend The WAMBAG. So much as happened, so much has changed, so much has...developed...since we last spoke. A recap...It is now 2010.I have finally embraced the space age technology of our new era and started shaving with an electric razor that Jess bought me.Everything else is pretty much the same.And life goes on.- I spoke very highly of Jimmy Fallon's dead-on Neil Young impression </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/6498459383068980514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=6498459383068980514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/6498459383068980514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/6498459383068980514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2010/01/welcome-to-year-2000.php' title='Welcome To The Year 2000'/><author><name>Choking Yak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016904424400555680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02173676325631982019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-2797002568473844237</id><published>2009-12-30T16:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T16:33:56.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Realize That You Are A Champion In Their Eyes?</title><summary type='text'>I ran into some bad news when I got to work yesterday after the four day weekend - I had realized that I forgot my access card for the office in the pocket of the shirt I wore to the office on Thursday....luckily, I was re-wearing that very same shirt, and the card was still there in the front pocket.Crisis averted!Just one link this time, because I feel it deserves it's own space. This is the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/2797002568473844237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=2797002568473844237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/2797002568473844237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/2797002568473844237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2009/12/virtues-of-laziness.php' title='Did You Realize That You Are A Champion In Their Eyes?'/><author><name>Choking Yak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016904424400555680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02173676325631982019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-2781840333066991804</id><published>2009-12-25T02:33:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T14:26:45.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Navidad</title><summary type='text'>The first time I heard that song, I thought it was some Spanish guy's name.  Like it was a song about the Mexican Santa, the guy who Generic White Santa delegated all the Mexican homes to because he didn't want to cross into Mexico.  I was pretty racist as a kid too.Although I'm still not too sure I want Santa crossing in Mexico, you know what with all the big swine flu fuss and so forth earlier </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/2781840333066991804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=2781840333066991804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/2781840333066991804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/2781840333066991804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2009/12/feliz-navidad.php' title='Feliz Navidad'/><author><name>Choking Yak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016904424400555680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02173676325631982019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-391602945369074908</id><published>2009-12-23T17:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T17:08:34.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Can't Repel Flavour Of That Magnitude</title><summary type='text'>Is it ironic that the first time I've posted in almost two weeks is now when I've finally returned to work? Or is it just...appropriate? I didn't even go anywhere, I just sat around at home for 11 straight days sleeping in until 2:30 in the afternoon, pondering the futility of my own existence. Really, the only truly productive thing I accomplished on my "vacation" was when I managed to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/391602945369074908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=391602945369074908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/391602945369074908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/391602945369074908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2009/12/we-cant-repel-flavour-of-that-magnitude.php' title='We Can&apos;t Repel Flavour Of That Magnitude'/><author><name>Choking Yak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016904424400555680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02173676325631982019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-8505999429907556311</id><published>2009-12-18T21:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:54:53.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trailers, trailers, and more trailers.</title><summary type='text'>Here's you go:1)  The Sorcerer's ApprenticeAlex mentioned this one to me so I thought I'd point this one out.  This looks almost TOO bad.2)  Alice in WonderlandThe new Alice in Wonderland trailer.  This looks almost TOO good.3)  Robin HoodThe tag team of Ridley Scott and Russell Crowe are back!4)  Clash of the TitansIs Sam Worthington in like EVERY big budget movie?5)  Iron Man 2Scarlett!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/8505999429907556311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=8505999429907556311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/8505999429907556311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/8505999429907556311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2009/12/trailers-trailers-and-more-trailers.php' title='Trailers, trailers, and more trailers.'/><author><name>MaxSnax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853969568809601873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03667455734482073188'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-6549554601580752439</id><published>2009-12-10T20:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:38:31.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than Meets The Eye</title><summary type='text'>Max's awesome Michael Bay commercial just made me realize that I never got around to posting my favourite Michael Bay video ever, a Michael Bay montage.  Odd that a video whose purpose was to hate on Michael Bay just made me appreciate him even more.  Michael Bay is the best there is at what he does...but what he does isn't very nice.  (Or was that Wolverine...?)Except for Transformers 2, which </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/6549554601580752439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=6549554601580752439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/6549554601580752439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/6549554601580752439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2009/12/more-than-meets-eye.php' title='More Than Meets The Eye'/><author><name>Choking Yak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016904424400555680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02173676325631982019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-4555025670383067056</id><published>2009-12-09T00:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:36:55.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Bay is awesome.</title><summary type='text'>The commercial for the 2009 Victoria's Secret Show directed by the one and only Michael Bay.Note 0:26 and 1:14.  The only thing missing is a slow motion American flag blowing in the wind.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/4555025670383067056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=4555025670383067056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/4555025670383067056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/4555025670383067056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2009/12/michael-bay-is-awesome.php' title='Michael Bay is awesome.'/><author><name>MaxSnax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853969568809601873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03667455734482073188'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-4354674223412713168</id><published>2009-11-28T16:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T16:09:24.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The King of Fighters</title><summary type='text'>I bring to you...the TRAILER FOR THE KING OF FIGHTERS!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/4354674223412713168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=4354674223412713168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/4354674223412713168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/4354674223412713168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2009/11/king-of-fighters.php' title='The King of Fighters'/><author><name>MaxSnax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853969568809601873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03667455734482073188'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-6017790433416764760</id><published>2009-11-28T05:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T05:36:16.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Do Not Like, Volume 2</title><summary type='text'>You know how sometimes when you're living at home, and your parents go away for a week on vacation, and you take your own week off from work to coincide with that week so that you can spend like just nine straight days alone in your house without any human interaction?  And then even though there are two store bought pizzas in the fridge already, you end up buying two large pizzas from Domino's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/6017790433416764760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=6017790433416764760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/6017790433416764760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/6017790433416764760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2009/11/things-i-do-not-like-volume-2.php' title='Things I Do Not Like, Volume 2'/><author><name>Choking Yak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016904424400555680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02173676325631982019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-421624402094880129</id><published>2009-11-25T02:36:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T04:33:30.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Contagion</title><summary type='text'>This is a bizarre news story about how a South Park episode incited a "hate crime."I find so many different aspects of this story just so absolutely hilarious.  The actual clips from the show, the grave seriousness of the reporters and how they are treating people with red hair like they are some other species of human beings, the interview with that half Asian family...everything is funny to me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/421624402094880129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=421624402094880129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/421624402094880129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/421624402094880129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2009/11/contagion.php' title='Contagion'/><author><name>Choking Yak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016904424400555680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02173676325631982019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-5489409592151745457</id><published>2009-11-20T12:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T17:04:46.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Random November Post</title><summary type='text'>Blah blah blah blah, links.- Another installment of Between Two Ferns, this time with Conan O'Brien.  These have to be the most consistently fantastic clips on the internet right now.  Andy Richter is the MVP of this particular bit, the guy just crushes every line he has.- Don't bother me tonight, I have plans already.  Also, if you ever wanted to see how it's like to trip out on acid, check this</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/5489409592151745457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=5489409592151745457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/5489409592151745457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/5489409592151745457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2009/11/random-november-post.php' title='A Random November Post'/><author><name>Choking Yak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016904424400555680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02173676325631982019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-4966496886013893787</id><published>2009-11-17T00:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T01:47:27.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Which I Do Not Like, Volume 1</title><summary type='text'>You know how sometimes when you get a donut from Tim Hortons and they put it in that thin paper bag?  Sometimes if I get a donut with icing on it and I accidentally leave it in there for too long, some of the icing gets stuck to the bag when I rip it out.  I do not like that very much.Also, "donuts" is in Firefox's default spellchecker dictionary but "donut" is not?  How is this even possible?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/4966496886013893787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=4966496886013893787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/4966496886013893787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/4966496886013893787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2009/11/things-which-i-do-not-like-volume-1.php' title='Things Which I Do Not Like, Volume 1'/><author><name>Choking Yak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16016904424400555680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02173676325631982019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>