<?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-5935388</id><updated>2011-08-01T08:55:24.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tippecanoe</title><subtitle type='html'>My double vision always seems to get the best of me!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-1939466476360932710</id><published>2007-04-13T08:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T08:41:01.235-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't See Me</title><summary type='text'>The problem with being the family photographer is that I'm never in any of the pictures.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1939466476360932710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=1939466476360932710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/1939466476360932710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/1939466476360932710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-dont-see-me.html' title='I Don&apos;t See Me'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-2383580036453744497</id><published>2007-04-09T17:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T17:04:36.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun With Grammar</title><summary type='text'>I ran across two sites today discussing grammer.  The first points out four ways to use commas and one for the semicolon.  It's interesting that the author uses examples of the usage rule to illustrate the rule.  Neat.The other is a little smarmy, but it does a good job of calling out common mistakes.How to Puctuate a Sentence (Lifehack.org)10 Flagrant Grammar Mistakes That Make You Look Stupid (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2383580036453744497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=2383580036453744497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/2383580036453744497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/2383580036453744497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2007/04/fun-with-grammar.html' title='Fun With Grammar'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-116618366452786178</id><published>2006-12-15T06:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T06:54:24.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at Burger King</title><summary type='text'>When I visit Burger King, I usually use the drive-thru, and I always order the sausage, egg, and cheese Croissanwich.  And every time, the voice answers back "a sausage croissant?"  After a couple of times, I quit answering "Yes" and just continued with my order.This last time, I was taking my daughter out for breakfast so we dined in.  I asked the loser kid (you know that a 20 something working </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/116618366452786178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=116618366452786178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/116618366452786178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/116618366452786178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2006/12/fun-at-burger-king.html' title='Fun at Burger King'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-116527669939053095</id><published>2006-12-04T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T20:35:22.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Aggregators</title><summary type='text'>For a long time, I used Bloglines to read blogs and news feeds, but I switched to NewsGator back in the spring.  I liked the interface better - especially the fact that an article wasn't marked read as soon as I looked at the list.  It was tough when I got behind on something and there were 40 or 50 articles to catch up on.  I had to read them all at one sitting or risk losing them.NewsGator </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/116527669939053095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=116527669939053095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/116527669939053095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/116527669939053095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2006/12/fun-with-aggregators.html' title='Fun with Aggregators'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-116362149156958874</id><published>2006-11-15T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T15:11:31.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Media Monkey</title><summary type='text'>I've been a user of Real Jukebox since it came out in the late 90s, and I've never been able to find a replacement that I liked.  RJ is not compatible with newer versions of Real Player, so I have always had trouble with installation and with the playing of newer formatted Real files.All that has changed since I discovered Media Monkey.  This program, currently on version 2.5.4.978 does most of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/116362149156958874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=116362149156958874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/116362149156958874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/116362149156958874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2006/11/media-monkey.html' title='Media Monkey'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-116152693605908970</id><published>2006-10-22T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T10:22:16.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard It Wrong?</title><summary type='text'>For years I have heard and pronounced the word niche rhyming with the name for a female dog.  Lately, I've heard it used sounding like the mid 20th century replacement for using the lord's name in vain - geesh.  I'm now starting to wonder which is correct for a US speaker.So, which is it?NitchorNeeshLeave your vote in the comments.As for me, I'm going to try to make my speech a little more urban </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/116152693605908970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=116152693605908970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/116152693605908970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/116152693605908970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2006/10/heard-it-wrong.html' title='Heard It Wrong?'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-116152710417642689</id><published>2006-10-21T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T10:25:04.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From my Dream</title><summary type='text'>The dental assistant turned to the dwarf with the toothache and said, "When you come back next week, you won't need to wear this vest."...later...The plane in which I was a passenger was taxing very fast, skidding and spinning around the turns trying to get to the takeoff point quickly.  After a 180, I turned to the other passengers and squealed, "He's doing doughnuts!"  They all smiled </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/116152710417642689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=116152710417642689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/116152710417642689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/116152710417642689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2006/10/from-my-dream.html' title='From my Dream'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-115949923057735410</id><published>2006-09-28T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T23:07:10.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Macho Man</title><summary type='text'>Did you ever notice the conversation barrier that exists between clerks and customers?I don't mean the bullet proof glass box that one finds in that gas station near the freeway exit in the 'bad' part of town, but the invisible, intangible partition that lets us continue our conversations as if that poor girl wearing the red smock and a 'Hi, my name is COLLEEN' pin doesn't exist.  Although, she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115949923057735410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=115949923057735410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/115949923057735410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/115949923057735410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2006/09/macho-man.html' title='Macho Man'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-115810538921641839</id><published>2006-09-12T19:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T07:18:05.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tip's Fashion Tips</title><summary type='text'>To the college boys:When you are wearing what looks like your first ever suit to the cattle call recruitment day held in the Armory, don't wear your backpack over the jacket.  Carry it, or better yet, get a canvas attache or maybe a messenger bag.  Wait, why not leave the books at home and just bring a portfolio with the resumes and business cards?Just trying to help.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115810538921641839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=115810538921641839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/115810538921641839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/115810538921641839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2006/09/tips-fashion-tips.html' title='Tip&apos;s Fashion Tips'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-115629378495447152</id><published>2006-08-22T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T20:43:04.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard It Wrong</title><summary type='text'>Since I had never seen it written down, I thought the phrase was "for all intensive purposes" until just a few years ago.My wife thought the Toto song "Africa" included the line "there's nothing that a hundred men on Mars could ever do"I heard a podcast the other day that talked about the song "London Bridges".  Was he referring to the new Fergie release?  No, it was the children's nursery rhyme </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115629378495447152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=115629378495447152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/115629378495447152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/115629378495447152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/heard-it-wrong.html' title='Heard It Wrong'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-114486349876698679</id><published>2006-04-12T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T13:38:18.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Lunch Time!  God Dammit!</title><summary type='text'>Why do people here keep scheduling meetings at lunch time?  If I have no open appointments during the work day, what makes them think that I want to give up the only free hour I have to meet with them?  Is their project so important?  If so, I'll cancel something else.Dammit!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114486349876698679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=114486349876698679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/114486349876698679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/114486349876698679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-lunch-time-god-dammit.html' title='It&apos;s Lunch Time!  God Dammit!'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-114408290230007634</id><published>2006-04-03T12:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T12:48:22.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When Is the Perfect Age?</title><summary type='text'>I've been thinking about deep stuff this morning (as I wander about in a daylight saving induced haze).At what age did you switch from wishing to be older, to regretting that you're too old?  Did it just happen, or did you ease into it?  Were you too old for some things and too young for others, or was there a time when you were just the right age?  If you haven't got there yet, do you see it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114408290230007634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=114408290230007634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/114408290230007634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/114408290230007634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2006/04/when-is-perfect-age.html' title='When Is the Perfect Age?'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-114394575314642284</id><published>2006-04-01T21:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T21:42:33.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fools - Not Again!</title><summary type='text'>I read several tech based news pages and aggregator sites, and it seems that every April 1st becomes the day for unfunny people to try to be funny.  We see stories that may look real at first, but then seem pretty stupid as we read on.  Others just blurt out an impossible announcement that just screams 'FAKE'."China buys Google"I find these faux stories pretty annoying, both because they aren't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114394575314642284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=114394575314642284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/114394575314642284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/114394575314642284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-fools-not-again.html' title='April Fools - Not Again!'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-114324997646246545</id><published>2006-03-24T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T20:26:16.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Impressed By ...</title><summary type='text'>... the West Lafayette wheelchair guy.I've seen him around every summer for the past five years I've lived and worked here.  He looks to be in his late 50's - barrel chested with a bit of a gut - gray hair in a buzz cut - missing a leg.He seems to be piloting his wheelchair around town and campus for exercise.  I've seen him going up hill, down hill, around the Union, across the Parkway, all over</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114324997646246545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=114324997646246545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/114324997646246545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/114324997646246545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-impressed-by.html' title='I&apos;m Impressed By ...'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-114151939684591740</id><published>2006-03-04T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T19:43:16.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harv's Citgo</title><summary type='text'>It's easy to forget that Michigan is a big state.  When I think Michigan, I think Detroit, but it is actually quite a diverse place.  West of Ann Arbor, and outside other cities like Lansing and Kalamazoo, it is more the domain of rednecks and mountain men.Harsh assessment?  Maybe.  But I'm basing my determination solely on visits to two gas stations off of I-94 - one at the Waterloo exit, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114151939684591740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=114151939684591740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/114151939684591740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/114151939684591740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2006/03/harvs-citgo.html' title='Harv&apos;s Citgo'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-114135113058299010</id><published>2006-03-02T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T20:58:50.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where My Mind Is</title><summary type='text'>This evening on the local news, they teased a story about a "freak accident".  All I could think was that the Bearded Lady and the Alligator Boy had a fender bender.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114135113058299010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=114135113058299010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/114135113058299010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/114135113058299010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2006/03/where-my-mind-is.html' title='Where My Mind Is'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-114131811516254001</id><published>2006-03-02T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T11:48:35.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Gets Me Every Time</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, I was in the grocery store after work, and I noticed that this lady near the cabbage had some dirt on her face.  I was thinking how odd it was when I noticed a guy by the sushi counter had the same smudge.  Then, I remembered - Ash Wednesday!I am somehow caught offguard every year.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114131811516254001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=114131811516254001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/114131811516254001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/114131811516254001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-gets-me-every-time.html' title='It Gets Me Every Time'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-114010825984239965</id><published>2006-02-16T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T09:56:44.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary of a Sick Day</title><summary type='text'>12:35 AMI think I'm going to hurl!Hey! Get it together, man. 'Cause if you hurl, and I catch a whiff of it, man... I'm gonna spew. And if I blow chunks, chances are someone else is gonna honk, alright? And that's gonna set off a parastolic reaction, alright?OK, OK, I'm alright.  Chunkage contained5:15 AMI'm still alive!  I should probably get up and get the kids ready for school, and ... ZZZZ6:06</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114010825984239965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=114010825984239965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/114010825984239965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/114010825984239965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2006/02/diary-of-sick-day.html' title='Diary of a Sick Day'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-113996782640671382</id><published>2006-02-14T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T20:43:54.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What?  You're Happy?</title><summary type='text'>Today at work, I had to kill a project.A member of my staff and myself, along with a web developer, have been working on it for several months, and there have been many problems.  No way we were going to make the deadline!I was worried about telling the client that we had to stop, but when I walked in his office, I could tell that he had already decided the same thing.  He was very nice, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/113996782640671382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=113996782640671382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/113996782640671382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/113996782640671382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-youre-happy.html' title='What?  You&apos;re Happy?'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-113941049881292840</id><published>2006-02-08T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T09:54:58.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Innapropriate Comment of the Day Award</title><summary type='text'>I‎ ‎attended‎ ‎a‎ ‎meeting‎ ‎today‎ ‎to‎ ‎discuss‎ ‎name‎ ‎matching‎ ‎algorithm‎ ‎problems‎ ‎with‎ ‎a‎ ‎vendor‎/‎consultant‎.‎‎  ‎One‎ ‎of‎ ‎the‎ ‎issues‎ ‎has‎ ‎to‎ ‎do‎ ‎with‎ ‎Asian‎ ‎name‎ ‎matching‎.‎‎  ‎As‎ ‎the‎ ‎group‎ ‎was‎ ‎trying‎ ‎to‎ ‎find‎ ‎a‎ ‎good‎ ‎example‎,‎‎ ‎we‎ ‎heard‎ ‎‎“‎What‎ ‎about‎ ‎Chu‎ ‎Wen‎?‎‎”‎‎,‎‎ ‎‎“‎Look‎ ‎at‎ ‎Jing‎ ‎Wang‎”‎‎,‎‎ ‎‎“‎Try‎ ‎Lu‎ ‎Yan‎”‎‎.‎The‎ ‎guy‎</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/113941049881292840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=113941049881292840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/113941049881292840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/113941049881292840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2006/02/innapropriate-comment-of-day-award.html' title='Innapropriate Comment of the Day Award'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-113939954572061376</id><published>2006-02-08T06:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T06:52:25.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><summary type='text'>"For a list of all the ways technology has failed to improve the quality of life, please press three." -- Alice Kahn</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/113939954572061376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=113939954572061376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/113939954572061376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/113939954572061376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2006/02/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-113839547998133395</id><published>2006-01-27T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T15:57:59.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>West Lafayette is a Great Place to be a Police Officer</title><summary type='text'>With‎ ‎the‎ ‎final‎ ‎ruling‎ ‎by‎ ‎the‎ ‎Police‎ ‎Merit‎ ‎Board‎,‎‎ ‎the‎ ‎story‎ ‎of‎ ‎the‎ ‎last‎ ‎few‎ ‎months‎ ‎seems‎ ‎to‎ ‎have‎ ‎come‎ ‎to‎ ‎an‎ ‎end‎.‎‎  ‎A‎ ‎quick‎ ‎recap‎:‎‎  ‎An‎ ‎anonymous‎ ‎email‎ ‎alleges‎ ‎misconduct‎ ‎by‎ ‎several‎ ‎West‎ ‎Lafayette‎ ‎police‎ ‎officers‎ ‎following‎ ‎an‎ ‎FOP‎ ‎sponsored‎ ‎trip‎.‎‎  ‎The‎ ‎mysterious‎ ‎author‎ ‎implies‎ ‎excessive‎ ‎drinking‎,‎‎ ‎</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/113839547998133395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=113839547998133395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/113839547998133395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/113839547998133395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2006/01/west-lafayette-is-great-place-to-be.html' title='West Lafayette is a Great Place to be a Police Officer'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-113814821919633602</id><published>2006-01-24T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T16:28:21.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>These are the things bouncing around in my head:Why don't hotel rooms have a normal thermostat?I've been in business class, luxury, and budget hotels, and they all have that knob labeled 'Warmer' and 'Cooler'.  It would be much easier with a degree scale.I'd like to strangle that Honey Bunches of Oats ladyARE YOU HUNGRY??What's with people still wearing mullets?We all know they are a joke.  Does </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/113814821919633602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=113814821919633602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/113814821919633602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/113814821919633602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2006/01/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-113681516536084806</id><published>2006-01-09T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T09:00:38.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Answer</title><summary type='text'>I set up the Skype software on my PC last month, and ‎bought a new USB headset to use with it.  (The pictured user on the headset box didn’t seem to ‎be nearly as satisfied as the microphone model.)  Here’s the problem:  I have no one to talk to!‎Isn’t that sad?  I’m not trying to be needy; I mostly want to try out my latest toy.  I thought I should ‎talk to friends and relatives about using </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/113681516536084806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=113681516536084806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/113681516536084806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/113681516536084806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-answer.html' title='No Answer'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-113495408603470318</id><published>2005-12-18T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T20:01:26.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Microphone</title><summary type='text'>Today I bought a Logitech microphone for my computer.It is my goal - no, my dream - to have as much fun and to feel as happy and fulfilled as the guy pictured on the package.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/113495408603470318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=113495408603470318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/113495408603470318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/113495408603470318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-microphone.html' title='Happy Microphone'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-113349216025569402</id><published>2005-12-01T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T22:03:54.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Etiquette - Technology</title><summary type='text'>I attend many meetings at work, and most are with people from the central IT office.  They are early adopters of technology, but their use of said toys is most annoying and distracting.  Today, during a meeting, I composed these etiquette rules for technology in that setting:Keep your buzz to yourself!If your Blackberry, Treo, or cell phone is set to vibrate, don't leave it on the conference </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/113349216025569402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=113349216025569402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/113349216025569402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/113349216025569402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/12/meeting-etiquette-technology.html' title='Meeting Etiquette - Technology'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-113287867186154351</id><published>2005-11-24T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T19:31:11.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Exist Only on the Web</title><summary type='text'>Lately, I've been taking advantage of more web based utilities (almost all free).  I use del.icio.us for my bookmarks, Flickr for my photos, Bloglines for RSS feed management, HotPop and GMail for email, Dreamhost for web page hosting and IMAP email, and even Blogger for this little journal.  If all of these companies got together, they could build quite a profile on me.  As it is now, Yahoo can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/113287867186154351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=113287867186154351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/113287867186154351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/113287867186154351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-exist-only-on-web.html' title='I Exist Only on the Web'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-113055628680465555</id><published>2005-10-28T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T22:24:46.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boz</title><summary type='text'>Boz is my new favorite blogger.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/113055628680465555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=113055628680465555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/113055628680465555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/113055628680465555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/10/boz.html' title='Boz'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-113050499768421377</id><published>2005-10-28T08:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T08:12:18.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Tick Off Your Wife</title><summary type='text'>My wife and I attended a club meeting the other day, and she came out with a magnetic car ribbon supporting the cause of the group.  I said "Did you buy that?"I should mention that I don't care much for the ribbons, mainly because of the 'Support Our Troops' variety.  I have no problem supporting soldiers, but they also convey a whole range of emotions and opinion with which I don't agree.  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/113050499768421377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=113050499768421377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/113050499768421377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/113050499768421377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-to-tick-off-your-wife.html' title='How to Tick Off Your Wife'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-113050469207917514</id><published>2005-10-28T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T08:04:52.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Wake Up</title><summary type='text'>This gentleman is proposing an alarm clock method to help him wake up calmly.  Apparently, we shouldn't be jarred awake during our deep sleep.I've found a different way to wake up in the morning.  Get a somewhat high stress job and rehash every little detail and decision in your head.  Wonder how you will ever pay for your kids' college educations.  And, take every little inconsequential thing in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/113050469207917514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=113050469207917514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/113050469207917514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/113050469207917514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-to-wake-up.html' title='How to Wake Up'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-113007702995890071</id><published>2005-10-23T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T09:17:09.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No, a Directory!</title><summary type='text'>The other day, I asked my secretary to put all of the various logs we keep in a directory so that they would be easy to find.  She typed up a nice list of each log and its location on the network and printed a copy for each person in the office.I don't have the heart to tell her that by directory, I meant a network folder.I get into trouble when I use 80s-era MS-DOS terminology.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/113007702995890071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=113007702995890071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/113007702995890071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/113007702995890071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-directory.html' title='No, a Directory!'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-112985892441859811</id><published>2005-10-20T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T09:18:18.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Ahead And Give It To Me</title><summary type='text'>In the late 80s/early 90s, I was a big Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers fan.What was I thinking???!!???</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112985892441859811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=112985892441859811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/112985892441859811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/112985892441859811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/10/go-ahead-and-give-it-to-me.html' title='Go Ahead And Give It To Me'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-112879181192431370</id><published>2005-10-08T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T12:16:51.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Years - A Long Time Ago</title><summary type='text'>I was talking with a salesman the other day, and our conversation somehow wandered over to the subject of high school reunions.  I've never been to one, but it seems that he goes every five years.  Half of his graduating class attended the 25 year event, and each of the 16 there were asked to recount their favorite memory from high school.  I've been thinking about it for the last few days, and I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112879181192431370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=112879181192431370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/112879181192431370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/112879181192431370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/10/four-years-long-time-ago.html' title='Four Years - A Long Time Ago'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-112830631020541954</id><published>2005-10-02T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T21:25:10.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>V-Ball</title><summary type='text'>When I was in Jr. High and High School, my school had a strong volleyball program.  Not many schools had a boys team, so they were ranked pretty high in the state.  Most districts boasted a girls team, and our team did pretty well.  It was around this time that the girls uniforms changed from the loose fitting shorts to short legged tights.  I was a very observant 14 year old, and I paid a lot of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112830631020541954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=112830631020541954' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/112830631020541954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/112830631020541954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/10/v-ball.html' title='V-Ball'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-112766240431889502</id><published>2005-09-25T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T10:33:24.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Combination</title><summary type='text'>I followed these instructions, and got:"It now has an odor that is a combination of urine and bacterial hand soap"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112766240431889502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=112766240431889502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/112766240431889502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/112766240431889502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/09/combination.html' title='Combination'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-112712559366193288</id><published>2005-09-19T05:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T05:26:33.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Is This Guy?</title><summary type='text'>While walking through my referrer logs, I came across this Technorati page.I'm not sure who this Gary Owen is, but it sure isn't me.  Why would someone claim someone else's blog?I guess I've seen cases where a person has copied another's entry - word for word.  When caught, it seems like the plagiarist gets reamed in comments.Since I run this anonymously anyway, I shouldn't be that upset.  Those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112712559366193288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=112712559366193288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/112712559366193288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/112712559366193288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/09/who-is-this-guy.html' title='Who Is This Guy?'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-112527890077924065</id><published>2005-08-28T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T20:28:20.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Badgers!</title><summary type='text'>I'm visiting Madison, WI for a conference.  I just love this town.  Walking around the business area around campus, I get a village feeling (like an intimate corner of a big city, not like Hillary Clinton) from all of the neat shops and interesting people.  Also, there are bikes everywhere!  All of this happens in the shadow of the Statehouse.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112527890077924065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=112527890077924065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/112527890077924065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/112527890077924065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/go-badgers.html' title='Go Badgers!'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-112514997976017843</id><published>2005-08-27T08:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T08:39:39.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now, the Left Side</title><summary type='text'>I often have meetings in these small, dank rooms in the basement of a large, dank building.  Each can only seat 3 or 4 comfortably, but there are those that keep trying to stuff 6 or 7 around the table.Yesterday, I was part of a group of four in room G-2.  The conversation was going well, and things were getting done (or at least, we talked about doing them).  There was a point, however, when two</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112514997976017843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=112514997976017843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/112514997976017843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/112514997976017843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/now-left-side.html' title='Now, the Left Side'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-112447620013472153</id><published>2005-08-19T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T18:50:29.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>My building at work shares a parking lot with a residence hall.  This is the weekend where the students are returning for classes, so there are many vans, trucks, U-Hauls, and family cars packed with boxes, lofts, and mini-refrigerators.  This morning, there was a pickup a couple of spots down from me in the lot.  The truck had a cover over the bed, which apparently made accessing the contents </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112447620013472153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=112447620013472153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/112447620013472153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/112447620013472153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/evil-thoughts.html' title='Evil Thoughts'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-112298668845277866</id><published>2005-08-02T07:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T07:44:48.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where'd She Go?</title><summary type='text'>I went to my haircut appointment yesterday, and learned that my stylist of four years had left.  I know ... it's a pretty scary thought.When a guy can find someone that can remember how to cut his hair without having to explain it every time, he hangs on to that person as long as he can.  Losing a stylist is like losing a mechanic, or a heating/AC repairman.Yesterday, a nice woman named Tabi gave</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112298668845277866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=112298668845277866' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/112298668845277866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/112298668845277866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/whered-she-go.html' title='Where&apos;d She Go?'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-112286489514797559</id><published>2005-07-31T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T21:54:55.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vocabulary Corner</title><summary type='text'>And now, another installment of "Vocabulary Corner", where I take I word that I have heard in conversation or seen in print, but have never really known what it means.Today's word is...preternaturallyOut of or being beyond the normal course of nature; differing from the natural.Surpassing the normal or usual; extraordinary.Transcending the natural or material order; supernatural.From Latin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112286489514797559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=112286489514797559' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/112286489514797559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/112286489514797559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/07/vocabulary-corner.html' title='Vocabulary Corner'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-112286412557456068</id><published>2005-07-31T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T21:42:05.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things In My Head</title><summary type='text'>As I sit here in the laundromat (it's the dryer this week, not the washer like last time) I'm trying to catalog the thoughts in my head:Did I walk the dogs before I left?A young lady on the back of one of those crotch rocket motorcycles, hanging all over her man, is a very sexy sightA young man having to sit on the back of said motorcycle is one of the most emasculating things that could happen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112286412557456068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=112286412557456068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/112286412557456068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/112286412557456068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/07/things-in-my-head.html' title='Things In My Head'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-112153875862701891</id><published>2005-07-16T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T13:32:38.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught by the Girl In Black</title><summary type='text'>Apparently, I wasn't the only one at Borders last night.  I am now featured in the background of a Girl in Black shot.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112153875862701891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=112153875862701891' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/112153875862701891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/112153875862701891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/07/caught-by-girl-in-black.html' title='Caught by the Girl In Black'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-112148533860319078</id><published>2005-07-15T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T22:42:18.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody Please Shoot Me Now</title><summary type='text'>I'm at the West Lafayette Borders store at 10:30 at night awaiting the release of the latest Harry Potter saga.  The activities are pretty lame, so the store is full of bored, anxious kids and tired, yawning parents.  After hanging out here for the next 90 minutes, I have to drive to Von's Books up the street to actually purchase the book.  (My wife makes the plans, and I just implement them.)I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112148533860319078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=112148533860319078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/112148533860319078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/112148533860319078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/07/somebody-please-shoot-me-now.html' title='Somebody Please Shoot Me Now'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-112021474090208186</id><published>2005-07-01T04:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T05:45:40.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOH That Smell</title><summary type='text'>I've been awakened by the sound of my alarm clock, the light on my wife's bedstand, and by someone touching my shoulder, but I don't think I've ever before been roused from sleep by a smell.Well, that all changed today when my dog laid a big puddle of excrement on the bedroom floor.  It took 20 minutes to clean up, and now we're all sleeping in the living room.(The last remaining of the five </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112021474090208186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=112021474090208186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/112021474090208186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/112021474090208186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/07/oooh-that-smell.html' title='OOOH That Smell'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-112018324858996807</id><published>2005-06-30T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T05:56:22.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to the Doctor</title><summary type='text'>(Ed. note: this isn't a very meaty post - just some observations from my trip to the neighborhood clinic today)I went to the doctor to get his opinion on my unexplained nausea (he didn't have much of one).  While I was waiting to get in, I was forced to listen to this lady on a cell phone.Now, I've read lots of people's posts about the evils of using a cell phone in a quiet or confined space, and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112018324858996807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=112018324858996807' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/112018324858996807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/112018324858996807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/06/trip-to-doctor.html' title='Trip to the Doctor'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-111646776022164412</id><published>2005-05-18T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T20:56:41.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Has This Been a Problem?</title><summary type='text'>As seen at the Purdue West Dairy Queen in West Lafayette.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/111646776022164412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=111646776022164412' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/111646776022164412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/111646776022164412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/05/has-this-been-problem.html' title='Has This Been a Problem?'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-111439935366364998</id><published>2005-04-24T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T22:25:38.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Purdue Bands Showcase II</title><summary type='text'>Purdue Bands presented their Showcase concerts this weekend.  I was able to attend the Symphonic Band and Symphony Orchestra concert today.I almost didn't make it for the opening because I went to the wrong venue.  Long Center was dark and lonely.  I walked down the aisle in Elliott just as they finished tuning.The Symphonic Band sounded great - as always.  They opened with Zampa Overture; a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/111439935366364998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=111439935366364998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/111439935366364998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/111439935366364998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/04/purdue-bands-showcase-ii.html' title='Purdue Bands Showcase II'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-111430661821422802</id><published>2005-04-23T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T20:40:09.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's a Lot of Quarters</title><summary type='text'>I did 12 loads of laundry at the Levee Laundry and Tan this morning.  (This website is the #1 site returned in a search for Levee Laundry and Tan in Yahoo.)  I know, we should get the washer fixed.  My wife called for an estimate, and it came in at around $200.  She was going to schedule the visit, but I wanted to clean the basement and laundry room first (it's been a while).  However, we lost </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/111430661821422802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=111430661821422802' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/111430661821422802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/111430661821422802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/04/thats-lot-of-quarters.html' title='That&apos;s a Lot of Quarters'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-111387863555680768</id><published>2005-04-18T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T21:43:55.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry Update</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Lemming for the washing machine timing hints.  However, I gave up after one load today, and instead did 5 loads down at a nearby laundromat.  (Song in head: "I'm going to the Levee ... The Levee Laundry and Tan").  I'll be drying half the night while I finish my lecture for tomorrow.The only bad part is that I only had a $20 for the change machine, so now I have $12 in quarters in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/111387863555680768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=111387863555680768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/111387863555680768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/111387863555680768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/04/laundry-update.html' title='Laundry Update'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-111387788330309555</id><published>2005-04-18T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T21:31:23.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gothic Summer</title><summary type='text'>The temperature hit the low 80s (high 20s °C) today and that means that the college kids break out the summer wear.  Shorts, short-shorts, sleeveless tees, skimpy jogging outfits, and bathing suits are all fair game.  I certainly felt out of place walking down the street in my tweed sportcoat.However, for every 200 or so skin bearing students, there's one Goth kid in black pants, black long </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/111387788330309555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=111387788330309555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/111387788330309555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/111387788330309555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/04/gothic-summer.html' title='Gothic Summer'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-111379142107789327</id><published>2005-04-17T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T21:31:10.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Long Should It Spin?</title><summary type='text'>I put some clothes in the washer around 4:00 yesterday.  At 8:30, I went down to move it to the dryer, and it was still washing!  Apparently, the mechanism that turns the knob from step to step as it times things is broken.  The washer will still do all of the different things it is supposed to do; it just doesn't know when to stop.So, to wash a load, I have to guess how long each cycle should be</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/111379142107789327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=111379142107789327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/111379142107789327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/111379142107789327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-long-should-it-spin.html' title='How Long Should It Spin?'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-111279335751016926</id><published>2005-04-06T07:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T08:15:57.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At Least, That's What the Voices in my Head Tell Me</title><summary type='text'>I think that I am the only sane person in my house.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/111279335751016926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=111279335751016926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/111279335751016926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/111279335751016926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/04/at-least-thats-what-voices-in-my-head.html' title='At Least, That&apos;s What the Voices in my Head Tell Me'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-111224031641021908</id><published>2005-03-30T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T22:38:36.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Band Name</title><summary type='text'>Evolutionary Fast Track</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/111224031641021908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=111224031641021908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/111224031641021908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/111224031641021908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-band-name.html' title='New Band Name'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-111203236170611326</id><published>2005-03-28T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T12:52:41.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spyware? Adware? Whatever!</title><summary type='text'>I just read a couple of articles discussing how to protect us from spyware, and how to identify it.  IT ConfidentialUncovering SpywareThe author of both articles, John Soat, thinks that there is a difference between spyware and adware.  He calls adware a "legitimate online-marketing program" and says that "legitimate adware companies (if that's not an oxymoron, and I don't think it is) face </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/111203236170611326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=111203236170611326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/111203236170611326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/111203236170611326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/03/spyware-adware-whatever.html' title='Spyware? Adware? Whatever!'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-111162283698737077</id><published>2005-03-23T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T19:10:01.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Do Anything</title><summary type='text'>I am a manager.  However, sometimes I find myself doing actual work.  I tell myself, "Isn't there something else that I shouldn't be doing?  I'm supposed to be not working on this other project."I am a facilitator.  I look for synergies between systems, build consensus, and negotiate compromises.  I lead project meetings where I'm in charge, yet I'm the only one without any assignments.  I get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/111162283698737077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=111162283698737077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/111162283698737077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/111162283698737077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-dont-do-anything.html' title='I Don&apos;t Do Anything'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-111131986858844684</id><published>2005-03-20T06:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T19:11:33.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Spring!  Let's Ride!!</title><summary type='text'>OK, I'm bummed.According to this article in the J&amp;C, March in the Lafayette area will continue to be cold and will see more precipitation.  This is not good biking weather!Who can I call?I may be able to get a ride to work in next week.  We'll see.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/111131986858844684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=111131986858844684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/111131986858844684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/111131986858844684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-spring-lets-ride.html' title='It&apos;s Spring!  Let&apos;s Ride!!'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-111110907395364722</id><published>2005-03-17T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T22:06:29.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Panasonic Still Sucks</title><summary type='text'>I found this page that details how to disassemble a Panasonic DVD player similar to my troubled model and lubricate the motor to temporarily bypass the H07 error.  I tried it, but had no luck.  The motor isn't spinning at all!Oh well.  It was worth a try.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/111110907395364722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=111110907395364722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/111110907395364722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/111110907395364722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/03/panasonic-still-sucks.html' title='Panasonic Still Sucks'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-111041592086534275</id><published>2005-03-09T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T12:54:33.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Panasonic DVD-RV32 Sucks!</title><summary type='text'>I bought a Panasonic DVD player just about a year ago - a DVD-RV32.  A couple of months ago, it quit working.  The displayed showed the error H07.I looked it up in Google today and found a number of product rating sites where other owners of this appliance reported the same error.  According to several, this is a problem with the motor speed and is not easily (or cheaply) fixed.  It would cost </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/111041592086534275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=111041592086534275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/111041592086534275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/111041592086534275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/03/panasonic-dvd-rv32-sucks.html' title='Panasonic DVD-RV32 Sucks!'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-110938627217701818</id><published>2005-02-25T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T21:51:12.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Preserving History</title><summary type='text'>I've been archiving my blog pages today using the "Save Page As..." feature of Firebird.  I think that IE offers a similar feature where the HTML is saved, along with copies of all of the graphics.Saving the graphics is escpecially important to me since I am a Bandwidth Bandit - I link to pictures outside my web site.I noticed 4 or 5 pictures that were no longer available, and the ALT text was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/110938627217701818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=110938627217701818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110938627217701818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110938627217701818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/02/preserving-history.html' title='Preserving History'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-110786267864775546</id><published>2005-02-08T06:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T06:37:58.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeeves Buys Bloglines</title><summary type='text'>Ask Jeeves has purchased Bloglines.  Let's hope they don't screw it up!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/110786267864775546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=110786267864775546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110786267864775546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110786267864775546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/02/jeeves-buys-bloglines.html' title='Jeeves Buys Bloglines'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-110777436836539271</id><published>2005-02-07T05:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T06:06:08.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Miyagi</title><summary type='text'>Say what you will about The Next Karate Kid (Karate Kid IV).  It's entire plot can be guessed from the first movies.  Hillary Swank may be a great actress now, but her petulant, brooding teen needs some work.  The paramilitary organization in the high school led by the tough guy teacher that likes to beat up students is a little hard to fit into my suspension of disbelief place.But, when those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/110777436836539271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=110777436836539271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110777436836539271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110777436836539271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/02/mr-miyagi.html' title='Mr. Miyagi'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-110711497884840182</id><published>2005-01-31T06:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T06:16:07.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And He Scores!!</title><summary type='text'>Either I'm a pervert, or there are some randy women working for CBS Sports.I was watching the Purdue/Michigan basketball game yesterday afternoon.  In between plays, they would show these prepared graphics called Playbooks that would list the attributes of key players.  Some of the remarks sounded more like things that would be shouted around the table at a bachelorette party (followed by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/110711497884840182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=110711497884840182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110711497884840182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110711497884840182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/01/and-he-scores.html' title='And He Scores!!'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-110691413872149518</id><published>2005-01-28T07:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T07:08:58.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the Day</title><summary type='text'>2 entries found for ginormous.gi·nor·mous   Pronunciation Key  (gi-nôr-mus)adj.   1. Very great in size, extent, number, or degree.   2. Much bigger than need be.[From Latin normis, unusual, huge, monstrous  : -, ex-, ex- + norma, norm; see gn- in Indo-European Roots. Sense 2, from Middle English ginormious from Latin normis.]Usage:"That breaded pork tenderloin is ginormous!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/110691413872149518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=110691413872149518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110691413872149518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110691413872149518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/01/word-of-day.html' title='Word of the Day'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-110618611112824454</id><published>2005-01-19T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T20:55:11.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slipping' On By On LSD</title><summary type='text'>When I was growing up in the early 70's, the pop stations would play custom versions of some songs where the radio station call letters were inserted into the lyrics.  (This probably started much earlier than that - before my time.)  One song that comes to mind is "Lake Shore Drive" by Aliotta, Haynes, and Jeremiah. And there ain't no road just like itAnywhere I foundRunning south on Lake Shore</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/110618611112824454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=110618611112824454' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110618611112824454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110618611112824454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/01/slipping-on-by-on-lsd.html' title='Slipping&apos; On By On LSD'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-110537938405619606</id><published>2005-01-10T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T12:49:44.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Equal Opportunity Employer</title><summary type='text'>What's up with the Seattle Beanery?  They've always had a crew of cute blond girls in tight clothes staffing the coffe/pastry counter.  Today, when I went in for breakfast, I saw both a redhead and a brunette (cute and in tight clothes) serving the customers!Must be some sort of diversity campaign.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/110537938405619606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=110537938405619606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110537938405619606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110537938405619606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/01/equal-opportunity-employer.html' title='Equal Opportunity Employer'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-110515253651158732</id><published>2005-01-07T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T21:48:56.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ice Wins</title><summary type='text'>We just came out of 34 hours of no electricity due an ice storm here in Indiana.  It's funny how it's called a 'storm' when it is one of the calmest weather events I've seen.  The power went off around 1:00 am.  I stuck my head outside and heard the tree branches popping under the weight of the ice.  It's not fun having to rely on the kindness of neighbors to take a shower before work.  There </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/110515253651158732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=110515253651158732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110515253651158732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110515253651158732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2005/01/ice-wins.html' title='The Ice Wins'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-110454328163586202</id><published>2004-12-31T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T20:34:41.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Commercial Complaints</title><summary type='text'>I watch way too much television.  My favorite show (based on viewing time) is the local news on WLFI-TV in Lafayette, IN.  I watch every broadcast, even though there is much rehashing of stories.  (Not that much happens here.)Because of my excessive viewing, I see lots of commercials.  Including these:A Dr. Phil promo that has been running for at least a year includes this quote:  "It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/110454328163586202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=110454328163586202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110454328163586202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110454328163586202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/12/commercial-complaints.html' title='Commercial Complaints'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-110454157719445843</id><published>2004-12-31T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T20:06:17.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been De-Pimped!</title><summary type='text'>I love watching Pimp My Ride on MTV.  Not because of the customizations.  They are totally excessive and useless.  The true premise of the show is "Let's get a bunch of money from advertisers and spend on frivolous things for no reason".I have to wonder what happens after the camera crew leaves.  Most of these cars are parked on the street outside the owner's house.  What do you think happens </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/110454157719445843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=110454157719445843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110454157719445843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110454157719445843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/12/ive-been-de-pimped.html' title='I&apos;ve Been De-Pimped!'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-110441003283179988</id><published>2004-12-30T07:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T07:33:52.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Time Is It?</title><summary type='text'>Dale Grubb's guest editorial in today's Lafayette Journal and Courier hit the time zone nail on the head.  Like most people I speak with, he says that we should leave Indiana's time zone as is - Eastern Standard Time year round.  The best quote:It will always be a different time elsewhere, as the sun can't be everywhere at once.It's too bad that our new governor has said he's going to make a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/110441003283179988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=110441003283179988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110441003283179988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110441003283179988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-time-is-it.html' title='What Time Is It?'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-110428636557748761</id><published>2004-12-28T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T21:12:45.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Was I Thinking?</title><summary type='text'>My wife was watching some doctor show on Fox.  I walked by the TV when a shot of a buxom young lady in a lacy bra popped onto the screen.I said, "Nice!"I'll be paying for this for a long time...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/110428636557748761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=110428636557748761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110428636557748761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110428636557748761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What Was I Thinking?'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-110363720758432313</id><published>2004-12-21T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T08:53:27.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Devil Made Him Do It</title><summary type='text'>This story is about a man who tried to choke a minister to death - thinking that the kindly old man was actually the devil.Maybe the old man is the devil.If one follows a fundamentalist Christian religion, it is logical to think that Satan could be hiding among us.  This is what many denominations teach every Sunday.  So, before you judge this man, calling him insane or possessed himself, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/110363720758432313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=110363720758432313' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110363720758432313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110363720758432313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/12/devil-made-him-do-it.html' title='The Devil Made Him Do It'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-110333004338320840</id><published>2004-12-17T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T20:56:18.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Stutterer</title><summary type='text'>ME:  Hello.  My name is Tipp, and I'm a stutterer.GROUP:  Hello, Tipp!I've had a stuttering problem as long as I can remember.  It doesn't happen that often, and probably isn't very noticeable, but it is there.  Usually happens when I am out of my element, nervous, or in a hurry.  It's amazing how getting stuck on a word during conversation can totally (and temporarily) zap my confidence </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/110333004338320840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=110333004338320840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110333004338320840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110333004338320840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-stutterer.html' title='I&apos;m a Stutterer'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-110315743880326784</id><published>2004-12-15T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T19:37:18.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone, Everyone Around Here</title><summary type='text'>What a lousy day at work!I was out of the office for a couple of days, and it's amazing what piled up.  Add to that, the boss needed a report today (it didn't get done).  Plus, we lost an employee back in August, and she still hasn't been replaced.  So, I'm trying to do both her work and mine.Anyway, when I have a day like this, I use music to change the mood.  Today, the song that did the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/110315743880326784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=110315743880326784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110315743880326784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110315743880326784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/12/everyone-everyone-around-here.html' title='Everyone, Everyone Around Here'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-110272785436769838</id><published>2004-12-10T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T20:17:34.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuba Christmas</title><summary type='text'>I just got back from the West Lafayette Tuba Christmas.  Jay Gephardt of Purdue Bands has led this group the last couple of years, and once again, it was a great show.  Fifty-Three tuba and euphonium players (not pictured) gathered in the west lobby of Stewart Center an hour before the Purdue Jazz Bands and American Music Review concert.  They played approximately 10 traditional holiday songs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/110272785436769838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=110272785436769838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110272785436769838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110272785436769838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/12/tuba-christmas.html' title='Tuba Christmas'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-110225508091576854</id><published>2004-12-05T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T09:02:44.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There Goes Tokyo!</title><summary type='text'>I was driving to work* this morning, and I heard a live version of Blue Öyster Cult's Godzilla on the radio.  It may have been one of those King Biscuit things.What a blast from the past!  I had been a big fan of the Cult back in high school, and even performed a version of Godzilla at a high school talent show.  I've lost track of the band since then.*I know, I shouldn't be working on Sunday</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/110225508091576854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=110225508091576854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110225508091576854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110225508091576854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/12/there-goes-tokyo.html' title='There Goes Tokyo!'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-110126662771702757</id><published>2004-11-23T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T22:23:47.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Steve Martin Bought It</title><summary type='text'>Why is it that whenever a design resembling a human face is found in an unlikely place, it is always either Jesus or the Virgin Mary?  A grilled cheese sandwich just sold on eBay, and the seller claimed that it displayed the face of the Virgin Mary.  Couldn't it be someone else?  I think she looks like Bernadette Peters in her "Pennies From Heaven" days.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/110126662771702757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=110126662771702757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110126662771702757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110126662771702757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/11/maybe-steve-martin-bought-it.html' title='Maybe Steve Martin Bought It'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-110103530466882725</id><published>2004-11-21T06:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T06:09:55.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Analysis</title><summary type='text'>Here's the latest dream:My wife and I were in an airport, and we each had airline tickets in hand.  We decided to see who could get back home the cheapest by exchanging our non-stops for a flight with some intermediate destinations.  So we went our separate ways.At each city where I landed, I traded the remaining tickets for another flight with more stops - lowering the price each time.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/110103530466882725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=110103530466882725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110103530466882725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110103530466882725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/11/dream-analysis.html' title='Dream Analysis'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-110039767367695929</id><published>2004-11-14T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T08:21:34.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've Learned About Myself</title><summary type='text'>I hate eating lunch by myselfNews stories about farmers coming together to harvest the crop of a recently departed neighbor always make me tear upIt really bothers me when someone brings a laptop to a meeting and types incessantly (work unrelated to the meeting) while others are talking.  It was all I could do to stop myself from reaching across the table, taking the computer away, and telling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/110039767367695929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=110039767367695929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110039767367695929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/110039767367695929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/11/things-ive-learned-about-myself.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Learned About Myself'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-109927177908856058</id><published>2004-10-31T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T22:42:49.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not a Waste</title><summary type='text'>Do you waste you vote if you choose someone that you know will lose?  Bart doesn't think so, and neither do I.I see an election serving a couple of purposes.  The main reason we vote, of course, is to choose leaders.  Also, the election becomes a national survey on the issues.  In the privacy of the voting booth, a person is most likely to choose based on opinion or belief, not peer pressure.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109927177908856058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=109927177908856058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109927177908856058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109927177908856058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-not-waste.html' title='It&apos;s Not a Waste'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-109914830254264046</id><published>2004-10-30T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T10:59:54.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bandwidth Bandit</title><summary type='text'>I admit it.  I'm a bandwidth bandit.I once wrote a stupid little post about how one of Lafayette's mayoral candidates looked like Unfrozen Caveman lawyer.  I found pictures of each and included them.  About two days later, I received a comment written in chat room speak saying how the author had hacked my site.  I went to the page and saw that the caveman picture had been replaced with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109914830254264046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=109914830254264046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109914830254264046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109914830254264046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/10/bandwidth-bandit.html' title='Bandwidth Bandit'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-109914686889634676</id><published>2004-10-30T07:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T09:40:26.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Potbelly</title><summary type='text'>Took the family to Potbelly, the new sandwich shop at State and River Road.  (Anybody know what that building is called - 111 S. River Road?)I love the "Wreck" with mushrooms, and my daughter was full of praise for the Pizza sub with pepperoni.  We all had milkshakes for dessert.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109914686889634676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=109914686889634676' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109914686889634676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109914686889634676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/10/potbelly.html' title='Potbelly'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-109893812865730649</id><published>2004-10-27T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T23:36:51.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Battleground</title><summary type='text'>My recent trip took me to a 'Battleground State'.  Since Indiana is firmly in the President's grasp, there is no need for either candidate to campaign here.  In fact, the only reason that Bush and Cheney came to the Hoosier state was to raise money.I had never seen the presidential campaign commercials before.  Just like we see the governor and state representative race commercials almost </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109893812865730649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=109893812865730649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109893812865730649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109893812865730649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/10/battleground.html' title='Battleground'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-109878943446295063</id><published>2004-10-26T05:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T08:32:52.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...So Satisfied I'm On My Way</title><summary type='text'>I'm not sure when it happened, but I can't use headphones in public.I'm on a business trip in a Midwestern college town.  I decided to take a walk around town and listen to some tunes using my MP3 player.  So, I fired up some Yes, and hit the streets.For some reason, as I walked amongst the college kids, I found my self feeling very self conscious and uncomfortable.  Maybe it was the music?  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109878943446295063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=109878943446295063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109878943446295063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109878943446295063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-satisfied-im-on-my-way.html' title='...So Satisfied I&apos;m On My Way'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-109865998180546750</id><published>2004-10-24T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T20:57:30.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Who?</title><summary type='text'>I just found out that my wife's uncle has an alias.  His new prepaid cell phone is in an assumed name.  He's always been pretty paranoid about the government watching him, and is big on conspiracy theories.  (He told us yesterday that the Twin Towers and Pentagon attacks were planned by the Federal Government.  Apparently, there were  charges set off that caused the towers to collapse, and that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109865998180546750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=109865998180546750' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109865998180546750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109865998180546750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/10/uncle-who.html' title='Uncle Who?'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-109818814303226173</id><published>2004-10-19T07:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T07:15:43.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There May Be Hope</title><summary type='text'>There are two propositions on ballots in other states that I'm watching closely.  Proposition 62 in California seeks to abandon the party centric primary system.  Instead, all candidates would compete in a single race, with the top two advancing to the general election.  (Doesn't Louisiana already have something like this?)  Meanwhile, in Colorado, a measure outlines a  plan to assign electoral </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109818814303226173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=109818814303226173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109818814303226173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109818814303226173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/10/there-may-be-hope.html' title='There May Be Hope'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-109789515702259809</id><published>2004-10-15T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T21:53:17.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Learned This Week</title><summary type='text'>Lee does WILF, or What I Learned Friday, each week.  This blantant copy of his post will give me a chance to write about work and home without identifying anyone or giving myself up.  (Why am I so worried about that? I don't know.)Every office has someone who is not a team playerThat person doesn't know that he/she is thought of as non-cooperative.My office has one of theseI hope its not me.It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109789515702259809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=109789515702259809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109789515702259809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109789515702259809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-i-learned-this-week.html' title='What I Learned This Week'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-109775721193702430</id><published>2004-10-14T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T07:33:31.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VEE-hickle</title><summary type='text'>You can tell a lot about a person based on whether they pronounce the 'H' in vehicle.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109775721193702430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=109775721193702430' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109775721193702430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109775721193702430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/10/vee-hickle.html' title='VEE-hickle'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-109691408671981587</id><published>2004-10-04T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T13:21:26.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes!  Yes!  I Hear You Already!!!</title><summary type='text'>(My son came up with this)The guy on the other end of the call from the Verizon guy:"Yeah........Yeah.........Yeah...........Yeah..........Yeah...It IS good, isn't it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109691408671981587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=109691408671981587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109691408671981587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109691408671981587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/10/yes-yes-i-hear-you-already.html' title='Yes!  Yes!  I Hear You Already!!!'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-109683453485254139</id><published>2004-10-03T15:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T15:15:34.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Continue a Bad Project?</title><summary type='text'>This comes up often in the business world.  During the lifecycle of a project, one has to periodically review the possibility of stopping.  This course is needed when the original goal is no longer desired, the cost of the project has increased beyond the value of the result, or if the goal is no longer attainable.  It's a tough decision to make, because the project manager has to admit that the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109683453485254139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=109683453485254139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109683453485254139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109683453485254139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/10/why-continue-bad-project_109683453485254139.html' title='Why Continue a Bad Project?'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-109659880990078175</id><published>2004-09-30T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T21:46:49.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Whole New Race</title><summary type='text'>For over a year, the mood of the Democratic party has been "Anyone but Bush".  After the Presidential Debate tonight, it is clear that John Kerry is a very good choice for president, not just because he isn't George Bush, but because he is intelligent, well-spoken, and prepared to lead.I have to imagine that while John Kerry will return to his campaign headquarters to cheers and accolades, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109659880990078175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=109659880990078175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109659880990078175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109659880990078175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-whole-new-race.html' title='It&apos;s a Whole New Race'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-109657648217263691</id><published>2004-09-30T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T15:35:39.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad I'm Not Catholic</title><summary type='text'>Overhead while walking through a classroom building today:Young Lady: "... It's all about the kind of person you are.  If you a ho, you gonna sleep with the Catholics"Young Man: "But you did"Young Lady: "But I'm not a ho"Not sure what's bad about sleeping with Catholics.  Maybe she's 7th Day Adventist.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109657648217263691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=109657648217263691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109657648217263691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109657648217263691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/09/glad-im-not-catholic.html' title='Glad I&apos;m Not Catholic'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-109646258649017564</id><published>2004-09-29T07:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T07:56:26.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mitch Misses the Point</title><summary type='text'>Mitch Daniels is using a very interesting campaign strategy.  He comes across as a simpleton that has no idea how politics works, asking us to believe that his down home, common sense approach is appropriate for State government.  However, it is tough to believe when we look at his history, both in industry and the Federal government.  Even if you think he did a pretty poor job as White House </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109646258649017564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=109646258649017564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109646258649017564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109646258649017564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/09/mitch-misses-point.html' title='Mitch Misses the Point'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-109639330884796060</id><published>2004-09-28T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T08:03:46.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Can't Read This, I Have Pie</title><summary type='text'>I'm bothered by little things that shouldn't be noticed, such as...People who use "if" along with an unrelated fact.  "If you want to buy a drink, they're $3.95"  (Actually, the drink is the same price whether or not I wish to buy one.)  "If anyone needs me, I'll be out of town"  (Which means if no one needs her, she'll have to stay home.)Try this instead:"Those who would like a drink can buy one</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109639330884796060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=109639330884796060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109639330884796060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109639330884796060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/09/if-you-cant-read-this-i-have-pie.html' title='If You Can&apos;t Read This, I Have Pie'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-109628886516004794</id><published>2004-09-27T07:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T07:41:05.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's Your Sign</title><summary type='text'>It happened again!This time, in addition to the hill, curve, double yellow line, and oncoming traffic, there was a jogger involved.  Everyone had to come to a quick stop to avoid collision.Arrrgghh!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109628886516004794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=109628886516004794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109628886516004794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109628886516004794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/09/heres-your-sign.html' title='Here&apos;s Your Sign'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-109620530641499760</id><published>2004-09-26T08:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T08:28:26.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Your Order Here</title><summary type='text'>An open letter to fast food restaraunts (especially the McDonald's at Stadium and Northwester and the Wendy's on the Parkway):If you are going to have the screen at the order station turned on - You know, the one that prompts us to check our order for accuracy - please have it working.  We got along pretty well without those things for years.  Maybe you should just take them out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109620530641499760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=109620530641499760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109620530641499760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109620530641499760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/09/check-your-order-here.html' title='Check Your Order Here'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-109620492239646365</id><published>2004-09-26T08:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T08:22:02.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment Changes</title><summary type='text'>I jettisoned the Haloscan comments stuff.  I don't get very many comments anyway, and I didn't like the way it worked.  Plus, the last comment I received didn't seem to be attached to any posting.  Anyway, let's try the Blogger comments for a while.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109620492239646365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=109620492239646365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109620492239646365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109620492239646365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/09/comment-changes.html' title='Comment Changes'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-109568402810499216</id><published>2004-09-20T07:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T07:40:28.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!  You have no imagination!</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe how many news stories I've seen on the web, television, and radio that cover the "surprise" marriage of Britney Spears.  And every one has begun with "Oops!  She did it again"First of all - who cares!  What's the difference to the rest of us if she is married or not?Second, what right do they have to write off this marriage as an impromptu decision that will be reversed within 48 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109568402810499216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=109568402810499216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109568402810499216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109568402810499216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/09/oops-you-have-no-imagination.html' title='Oops!  You have no imagination!'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-109512376317258164</id><published>2004-09-13T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T20:02:43.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I Feel Bad</title><summary type='text'>I've left comments on a few blogs, including my URL, and now I'm wishing I hadn't used the foul language in my bicycle rant.To the thousands of expected new readers:  Please don't think I always speak that way (at least when I'm not alone).  I can actually carry on an intelligent conversation with good grammar and shit.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109512376317258164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=109512376317258164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109512376317258164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109512376317258164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/09/now-i-feel-bad.html' title='Now I Feel Bad'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935388.post-109464586918616147</id><published>2004-09-08T07:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T07:17:49.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Tell I'm a Little Upset?</title><summary type='text'>Here's the sign I'm going to put up on the hill that is on my route to work:Hey, dumb ass!  Don't pass bicycles on a hill - with a curve - and a double yellow line!  How did a stupid FUCK like you get a license, anyway?I'm not sure if it will fit on one of those little yellow diamond signs.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109464586918616147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5935388&amp;postID=109464586918616147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109464586918616147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5935388/posts/default/109464586918616147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tippecanoe.blogspot.com/2004/09/can-you-tell-im-little-upset.html' title='Can You Tell I&apos;m a Little Upset?'/><author><name>Tippecanoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266115796606373089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
