<?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' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117</id><updated>2010-04-20T13:14:39.634-04:00</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>1368</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-3482290489087830330</id><published>2010-04-20T12:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T13:14:39.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Gonna Take You For Another Ride</title><summary type='text'>First it was Street Fighter 4. Then StarCraft 2. Then Diablo 3. Now Marvel vs. Capcom 3 has officially been announced, complete with cinematic teaser trailer.And it looks...so...fucking gay.It seems like the age of the sprite is dead, as far as Capcom fighting games go. That makes me sad, but I had similar fears for Street Fighter 4's new visual style, and that didn't turn out to be a complete </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/3482290489087830330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=3482290489087830330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/3482290489087830330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/3482290489087830330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2010/04/im-gonna-take-you-for-rideagain.php' title='I&apos;m Gonna Take You For Another Ride'/><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-4995799797743113571</id><published>2010-04-16T15:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T17:40:01.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Blog Lives Again (No One Really Cares)</title><summary type='text'>Check this out. I was literally just walking along that stretch of road earlier this morning! Well...not really this morning, more like yesterday after work, on the way to pick up my comics at Hairy Tarantula. And it wasn't really that exact stretch of road, but rather the opposite side of the street, on the west side of Yonge. But still! I almost died! Shower me with your attention and well </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/4995799797743113571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=4995799797743113571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/4995799797743113571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/4995799797743113571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2010/04/this-blog-lives-again-no-one-really.php' title='This Blog Lives Again (No One Really Cares)'/><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-1316183998743053155</id><published>2010-04-15T16:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T16:57:19.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Link!</title><summary type='text'>In honor of the trailer for "The Other Guys", I'd like to post this oldie but goodie."I am THIS close to raping you!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/1316183998743053155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=1316183998743053155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/1316183998743053155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/1316183998743053155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2010/04/link.php' title='Link!'/><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-7483940634811891858</id><published>2010-03-24T00:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T00:12:12.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I realize now that I wasted my semi-amusing Strip Club story on the tagboard the day before I found a couple of links I wanted to share. Looks like I blue myself.Such is life.The Weird Al Biopic (by Weird Al)Polka Face (not by Weird Al)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/7483940634811891858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=7483940634811891858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/7483940634811891858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/7483940634811891858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2010/03/i-realize-now-that-i-wasted-my-semi.php' title=''/><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-7442023991238429642</id><published>2010-03-16T23:57:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T02:38:27.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Winnipeg Chronicles #8: Hyperpyrexia</title><summary type='text'>All Uncovered - The WatchmenOn a Saturday evening, three Asians are in a car headed to the small town of Morris, just a thirty minute drive from Winnipeg.  Dan decided to come with us and I'm glad he did, because he drove.  It's well documented that I have a fondness for staring out the window during long trips and the road to Morris provided a seemingly endless view of plains and farmland.  Well</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/7442023991238429642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=7442023991238429642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/7442023991238429642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/7442023991238429642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2010/03/winnipeg-chronicles-8-hyperpyrexia.php' title='Winnipeg Chronicles #8: Hyperpyrexia'/><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-5161627577190191519</id><published>2010-03-16T16:33:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T23:54:13.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Been Writing This Post For Like Eight Days Now</title><summary type='text'>I have been increasingly frustrated at work over the last...like eight to ten weeks, just dealing with this current project that refuses to die. I'm surrounded by people from other groups who I constantly need to educate how to do their jobs, and it's making me grumpy. I would pray for large grand pianos to be dropped on their heads, but the cruel tragedy of that would be that I would just have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/5161627577190191519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=5161627577190191519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/5161627577190191519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/5161627577190191519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2010/03/regarding-anger-and-transsexuals.php' title='I Have Been Writing This Post For Like Eight Days Now'/><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-209612614631332444</id><published>2010-03-13T13:26:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T21:38:22.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes, another lazy collection of links with no context or insight into my life at the moment!A unique cover of Taylor Swift's Love StorySenor Chang's rap from Community.A shot-by-shot remake of the Sabotage music video using Battlestar Galactica footage. It's actually more impressive than I expected, although equally as geeky.A trailer for an Oscar-winning film. This could have been our "Five </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/209612614631332444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=209612614631332444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/209612614631332444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/209612614631332444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2010/03/yes-another-lazy-collection-of-links.php' title=''/><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672117.post-6344006461724227538</id><published>2010-03-10T17:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T18:29:10.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winnipeg Chronicles #7: The Icy Heights Of St. Vital</title><summary type='text'>I Am...I Said - Neil DiamondLast week marked the longest time I've ever lived with some semblance of independence.  My parents once left the house to me for a couple of weeks, but my mother made enough precooked food to feed a village and I still had plenty of contact with friends and family.  Derek had to go out of town last month, but that was just for a weekend.  This time he trusted me with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/6344006461724227538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672117&amp;postID=6344006461724227538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/6344006461724227538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672117/posts/default/6344006461724227538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wambag.com/2010/03/winnipeg-chronicles-7-icy-heights-of-st.php' title='Winnipeg Chronicles #7: The Icy Heights Of St. Vital'/><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>0</thr:total></entry><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>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>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>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>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>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>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>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>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>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>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>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>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>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>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>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>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>0</thr:total></entry></feed>