<?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-27165292</id><updated>2012-01-05T08:53:37.906-08:00</updated><category term='mac os x'/><category term='macbook air'/><category term='lion'/><category term='apple'/><category term='imac'/><category term='macbook'/><title type='text'>tracydanger</title><subtitle type='html'>mini essays and such</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867541877111473915</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27165292.post-2089064301287725910</id><published>2012-01-05T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T08:53:37.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New iMac Will Be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QYTi_3dfs-o/TwXVa_C5NXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YF9KWY3PS24/s1600/skinniMac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QYTi_3dfs-o/TwXVa_C5NXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YF9KWY3PS24/s320/skinniMac.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694191963456746866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The iMac has long been based off of laptop internals, so I recently  asked myself what the iMacs future will be based off of Apple's stated  direction of the laptop. They already use uni-body construction, they already offer the magic trackpad. When they introduced the more recent air, they said that all laptops were headed that way. So how will this impact the iMac?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h4&gt;Flash storage&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;p&gt;This should seem obvious since you can already get an SSD as an option on the iMac. Benefit: faster access, instant on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h4&gt;No optical drive&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yes, it may not cost much for them to keep it in, but they already  sell an external optical drive and most people rarely if ever use it, so  it doesn't need to be there all the time. They weren't shy about  getting rid of the floppy drive on the original iMac, why would they  start being timid now? Benefit: Thinner iMac, cost reduction.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h4&gt;Retina display&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yes, this is not a current laptop feature, but we've all heard the  rumors, so it would only make sense that it would come to their entire  line of computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h4&gt;Conclusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;p&gt;So, thinner, lighter &amp;amp; impact resistant might not be the main  selling points of a desktop machine, but there are notable positives if  and when these changes come to the iMac line. The question is how soon  we will see this happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27165292-2089064301287725910?l=tracydanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/feeds/2089064301287725910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27165292&amp;postID=2089064301287725910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/2089064301287725910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/2089064301287725910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-imac-will-be.html' title='The New iMac Will Be...'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867541877111473915</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QYTi_3dfs-o/TwXVa_C5NXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YF9KWY3PS24/s72-c/skinniMac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27165292.post-3136611692632854999</id><published>2011-12-05T20:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T20:19:55.293-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macbook air'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mac os x'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macbook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple'/><title type='text'>Future of the iMac</title><content type='html'>The iMac will, at some point, take internal design cues from the MacBook Air. The guts have always been based on laptop components. It's not far fetched to expect an iMac with no optical drive and you can already purchase one with a solid state hard drive. With the frequency most people use optical drives, the external one they sell would suffice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how thin and fast that iMac will be. The only question is, "How soon will they introduce it?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27165292-3136611692632854999?l=tracydanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/feeds/3136611692632854999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27165292&amp;postID=3136611692632854999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/3136611692632854999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/3136611692632854999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/2011/12/future-of-imac.html' title='Future of the iMac'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867541877111473915</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-27165292.post-5471055695634456668</id><published>2010-05-26T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T06:56:24.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three great uses for Color E-ink</title><content type='html'>I enjoy connecting the dots of current technology to imagine what lies ahead in our near future. I have a prediction for color e-ink that I don't think is that far off in our future. Color e-ink continues to develop into a more vibrant set of colors even though, in it's current state, is too dull. The other obstacle being worked on is a manufacturing process that will make it inexpensive to the end user.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first application that I thought of was the Electronic Photo Frame. This would be the perfect marriage. Currently, the photo frames look like little computer monitors and not like normal printed pictures. Secondly, they have to be plugged into a wall, which can create some ugly wires showing or limit the placement of the frame. If they used color e-ink, the pictures would look like actual printed photos and the energy efficiency would be such that they could be run by battery (because it only uses battery when the image changes). The E-photo frames will likely become plenty thin, have wifi to fetch new photos from flickr &amp;amp; the like, and run on battery so that they can be hung on any wall. Of course, wifi would drain the battery more, but it would be optional and could be set up to only fetch new photos once a week or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next application dawned on me when I looked at an electronic billboard. The third application hit me when I was in a fast food restaurant and saw a menu that was actually an LCD monitor. Besides fast food menus, there are screens for arrival &amp;amp; departure at the airport, advertisements in the mall &amp;amp; retail stores, etc. To spare the reader repetition,  I'll just say that they same advantages I mentioned for the photo frame would apply just as well to these uses. These applications would likely all be plugged into a wall, but still be much more energy efficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all of these situations, the product will look more pleasing to the eye and be much more efficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus: Aside from the current slow refresh rate for e-ink, most everything you might do on an iPad-type device could be done with color e-ink. You would be missing Video and Games, but you could have a device that does e-mail, read blogs &amp;amp; news, check stocks, calendar, notes/documents, e-books, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27165292-5471055695634456668?l=tracydanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/feeds/5471055695634456668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27165292&amp;postID=5471055695634456668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/5471055695634456668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/5471055695634456668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/2010/05/three-great-uses-for-color-e-ink.html' title='Three great uses for Color E-ink'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867541877111473915</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-27165292.post-6297829647933310096</id><published>2010-03-11T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T12:25:59.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maple &amp; Raw Sugar</title><content type='html'>We should learn to do things differently. We get so used to the way it always has been. Like complete blog posts...why should we&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27165292-6297829647933310096?l=tracydanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/feeds/6297829647933310096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27165292&amp;postID=6297829647933310096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/6297829647933310096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/6297829647933310096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/2010/03/maple-raw-sugar.html' title='Maple &amp; Raw Sugar'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867541877111473915</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-27165292.post-8825394341913963014</id><published>2009-02-10T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:50:32.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The way of the dodo</title><content type='html'>It just dawned on me that I never hear the phrase "...gone the way of the dodo" anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the phrase "It's gone the way of the dodo," has gone the way of the dodo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27165292-8825394341913963014?l=tracydanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/feeds/8825394341913963014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27165292&amp;postID=8825394341913963014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/8825394341913963014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/8825394341913963014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/2009/02/way-of-dodo.html' title='The way of the dodo'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867541877111473915</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-27165292.post-9034695204875029865</id><published>2008-12-13T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:33:33.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am free</title><content type='html'>As I sat there in the jail cell, I reviewed the sequence of events in my mind. How did I get here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the tour guide stopped at the Crown Jewels display, I specifically remember her saying "Priceless". She said, "This collection is PRICELESS." Any normal, innocent person would come to the same logical conclusion: priceless = no price = free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, naturally, I was surprised to be taken to the floor so quickly just for trying to grab some of this 'free' merchandise. I mean, they may say it has no price, but it sure looked to me as though I could fetch a decent price on e-bay or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;craig's&lt;/span&gt; list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an honest mistake - no need for that billy club to the gut. A simple, "Hey, put that back" would have sufficed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27165292-9034695204875029865?l=tracydanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/feeds/9034695204875029865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27165292&amp;postID=9034695204875029865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/9034695204875029865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/9034695204875029865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-free.html' title='I am free'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867541877111473915</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-27165292.post-6712222993577800107</id><published>2008-11-12T05:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T05:43:50.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snore</title><content type='html'>I haven't written this yet (as I type this sentence), but here's a poem inspired by the church men's retreats and family retreats that we have each a year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without fail, every year&lt;br /&gt;the snorers strategically place themselves&lt;br /&gt;at lest one per room.&lt;br /&gt;Some years I remember my ear plugs&lt;br /&gt;and even a fan to drowned it all out.&lt;br /&gt;some years, I forget&lt;br /&gt;some years, I regret&lt;br /&gt;this year, I was on the bunk directly above my obligatory snorer&lt;br /&gt;The year of the Drew had to be the worst&lt;br /&gt;-worse than a freight train as if I were laying between the tracks as it passed overhead&lt;br /&gt;I would try to trick myself into imagining that I was off in a cabin and&lt;br /&gt;some old man was sawing logs in the distance, but invariably,&lt;br /&gt;that old man would saw louder &amp;amp; louder until he started to choke to death&lt;br /&gt;and then it turned out he wasn't actually sawing or choking,&lt;br /&gt;but rather trying to start up his Harley.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, he was successful throughout the night at starting&lt;br /&gt;and restarting that motorbike.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't off in the distance either.&lt;br /&gt;The Harley was in my ear canal.&lt;br /&gt;It's ironic that going to a church men's retreat would inspire me to want to kill another human.&lt;br /&gt;Why would I fantasize about smothering a guy in his sleep?&lt;br /&gt;After all, I'd just be putting a choking old man out of his misery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27165292-6712222993577800107?l=tracydanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/feeds/6712222993577800107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27165292&amp;postID=6712222993577800107' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/6712222993577800107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/6712222993577800107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/2008/11/snore.html' title='Snore'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867541877111473915</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-27165292.post-8201026125736386791</id><published>2008-11-05T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:33:56.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell</title><content type='html'>Just a quick thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people have used the phrase, "The world is going to Hell in a hand basket."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that there's 6 billion(+) people in the world, wouldn't it at least be more like a grocery cart ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world going to Hell in a grocery cart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27165292-8201026125736386791?l=tracydanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/feeds/8201026125736386791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27165292&amp;postID=8201026125736386791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/8201026125736386791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/8201026125736386791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/2008/11/hell.html' title='Hell'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867541877111473915</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-27165292.post-4247649049187056218</id><published>2008-11-03T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:31:18.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boat, Boat, don't fall off the Boat</title><content type='html'>This post is totally self-serving. I just felt like typing out my reminiscing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were little kids, we used to play a fun ‘game’ called Boat, Boat, don’t fall off the Boat. Basically, all we would do is get every chair and sofa pillow in the house and stack them all on top of this leather barcalounger. Then we would get up on top of the princess-and-the-pea style stack and try not to fall off. Not once was it played where we didn’t end up ‘falling off the boat,’ so I guess you didn’t really win by staying on the boat. You won by getting to have fun and laugh. It would be pretty boring if you never fell off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could still be there today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to visit my family next weekend. Maybe I should see if my siblings want to play just one more time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27165292-4247649049187056218?l=tracydanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/feeds/4247649049187056218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27165292&amp;postID=4247649049187056218' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/4247649049187056218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/4247649049187056218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/2008/11/boat-boat-dont-fall-off-boat.html' title='Boat, Boat, don&apos;t fall off the Boat'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867541877111473915</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-27165292.post-4930410309372060926</id><published>2008-11-03T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:07:42.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did...</title><content type='html'>To truly understand humor, it helps to analyze classic jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we'll talk about "Why did the chicken cross the road?" There have been many variations on this joke, but the original answer is, of course, "To get to the other side." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In painstakingly pondering over why this joke is so funny, I came to a simple conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not really that funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27165292-4930410309372060926?l=tracydanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/feeds/4930410309372060926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27165292&amp;postID=4930410309372060926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/4930410309372060926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/4930410309372060926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-did.html' title='Why did...'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867541877111473915</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-27165292.post-869105309909300299</id><published>2008-11-01T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T11:48:02.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bitsow</title><content type='html'>There is, in the annals of our traditions, a saying that, shall we say, for the most part, drives home the point that the more we, as humans, incline ourselves to keep our delivery of the language to a minimum, the more our perceived intelligence increases in the mind of others. Said sayings are the essence of funniness and cleverness as long as they adhere to the principle that shorter is better.  Quips are droll. As long as the proverb, adage, maxim, axiom, motto, aphorism and/or saying is tiny, petite, stunted, brief, diminutive, &amp;amp; undersized, then it will be considered in good standing at the core as being comical, amusing and/or humorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.e.  brevity is the soul of wit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27165292-869105309909300299?l=tracydanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/feeds/869105309909300299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27165292&amp;postID=869105309909300299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/869105309909300299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/869105309909300299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/2008/11/bitsow.html' title='bitsow'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867541877111473915</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-27165292.post-6948104748650015456</id><published>2008-11-01T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T09:00:20.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled (simply entitled "Untitled")</title><content type='html'>My love is unbridled&lt;br /&gt;The poem's untitled&lt;br /&gt;The wave is un-tidaled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rhyme Scheme: A A A)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27165292-6948104748650015456?l=tracydanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/feeds/6948104748650015456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27165292&amp;postID=6948104748650015456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/6948104748650015456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/6948104748650015456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/2008/11/untitled-simply-entitled-untitled.html' title='Untitled (simply entitled &quot;Untitled&quot;)'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867541877111473915</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-27165292.post-501052407463528132</id><published>2008-10-30T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:48:23.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Band Names</title><content type='html'>It's Thursday, and you know what that means...&lt;br /&gt;Time for another round of band name suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;You're totally welcome to use any of these, or any combination therein - free of charge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mobile Lampshade Face&lt;br /&gt;Forthwith Fishwith Fifth'll frith&lt;br /&gt;Knee-knockin' Juggernauts&lt;br /&gt;Noble Rancor Monster&lt;br /&gt;Gutheadfeetfoot&lt;br /&gt;Pippy-short &amp;amp; stocky&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, it's your turn&lt;br /&gt;iPod filler&lt;br /&gt;Love Stain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27165292-501052407463528132?l=tracydanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/feeds/501052407463528132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27165292&amp;postID=501052407463528132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/501052407463528132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/501052407463528132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/2008/10/thursday-band-names.html' title='Thursday Band Names'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867541877111473915</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-27165292.post-6885842733040999534</id><published>2008-10-29T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:38:26.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm typing this before I think</title><content type='html'>I feel like I should add another post, but I've yet to think of an idea, so...here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quit what every red tom york under influences of patriotic and sad damsels find grand having just knotted lazy zipper xenophobes 'cause virtual bounties never mention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Five bucks to the first person that figures out where that came from.&lt;br /&gt;Leave your guess(es) in the comments section.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27165292-6885842733040999534?l=tracydanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/feeds/6885842733040999534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27165292&amp;postID=6885842733040999534' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/6885842733040999534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/6885842733040999534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-typing-this-before-i-think.html' title='I&apos;m typing this before I think'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867541877111473915</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27165292.post-6757336519145345278</id><published>2008-10-28T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:48:47.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IRON NICK</title><content type='html'>This is a link to the first submission from a reader.&lt;br /&gt;Since the story is a bit longer than my usual posts, I'm putting a link here to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you &lt;a href="http://tracydhall.googlepages.com/essays"&gt;IRON NICK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27165292-6757336519145345278?l=tracydanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/feeds/6757336519145345278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27165292&amp;postID=6757336519145345278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/6757336519145345278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/6757336519145345278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/2008/10/iron-nick.html' title='IRON NICK'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867541877111473915</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-27165292.post-2382879950503529208</id><published>2008-10-27T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T07:15:33.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pot-Bellied Sneeches</title><content type='html'>I’m going to write a Dr. Seuss-esque story about a race that thought they were better than others because of their beer gut. Then when the others also grew beer guts to fit in, they put a tattoo of a pot leaf on their gut to differentiate themselves again and consider themselves better. At this point, they were Pot-Bellied twice over. When the “lesser Sneeches” leveled the playing field by tattooing as well, then the “betters” shoved large cooking pots onto their bellies. At this point the lesser Sneeches chopped off the bellies of the “betters” and cooked the bellies in the pots. It turns out if you push a Sneech too far, he becomes a cannibal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27165292-2382879950503529208?l=tracydanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/feeds/2382879950503529208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27165292&amp;postID=2382879950503529208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/2382879950503529208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/2382879950503529208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/2008/10/pot-bellied-sneaches.html' title='Pot-Bellied Sneeches'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867541877111473915</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-27165292.post-4825934667358421096</id><published>2008-10-26T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T06:05:29.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Toe Charlie</title><content type='html'>I had a pretty good idea as to why they called him&lt;br /&gt;"Two Toe Charlie."&lt;br /&gt;What I did not realize, was that those two toes&lt;br /&gt;were coming out of the side of his neck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27165292-4825934667358421096?l=tracydanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/feeds/4825934667358421096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27165292&amp;postID=4825934667358421096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/4825934667358421096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/4825934667358421096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/2008/10/two-toe-charlie.html' title='Two Toe Charlie'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867541877111473915</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-27165292.post-8623035500820116765</id><published>2008-10-26T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T12:08:09.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buzz</title><content type='html'>I debated about posting this because it's stupid in too many ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a friend that takes things too literally, then when you want them to call you on the phone, don't say, "Give me a buzz."&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take five weeks before my hair grows back out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27165292-8623035500820116765?l=tracydanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/feeds/8623035500820116765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27165292&amp;postID=8623035500820116765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/8623035500820116765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/8623035500820116765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/2008/10/buzz.html' title='Buzz'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867541877111473915</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-27165292.post-405138533613115257</id><published>2008-10-26T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T12:14:25.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt Gene</title><content type='html'>As a family therapist, I've become aware of an innate trait in humans.&lt;br /&gt;It's called the Guilt Gene.&lt;br /&gt;It manifests itself in a slightly different way in males and females.&lt;br /&gt;When a wife or girlfriend is upset the man feels guilty.&lt;br /&gt;When a wife or girlfriend is upset the woman feels that the man is guilty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27165292-405138533613115257?l=tracydanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/feeds/405138533613115257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27165292&amp;postID=405138533613115257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/405138533613115257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/405138533613115257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/2008/10/guilt-gene.html' title='Guilt Gene'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867541877111473915</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-27165292.post-4854603026812333723</id><published>2008-10-26T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T12:28:38.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson in Literature</title><content type='html'>One thing the majority of people overlook in prose is the importance of the use of the word "the."&lt;br /&gt;It must be used sparingly. Take, for instance, the following incorrect sentence:&lt;br /&gt;The hammock the fairy the the brothers the the the and the forlorn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27165292-4854603026812333723?l=tracydanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/feeds/4854603026812333723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27165292&amp;postID=4854603026812333723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/4854603026812333723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/4854603026812333723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/2008/10/lesson-in-literature.html' title='Lesson in Literature'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867541877111473915</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-27165292.post-2147629815802389142</id><published>2008-10-25T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T00:06:09.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons for Life</title><content type='html'>There are three things every man should know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How to tell direction by using the Sun or Stars&lt;br /&gt;2. How to skin a live goat using a toothpick and three blades of grass&lt;br /&gt;3. You'll have to figure this one out for yourself, pal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27165292-2147629815802389142?l=tracydanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/feeds/2147629815802389142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27165292&amp;postID=2147629815802389142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/2147629815802389142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/2147629815802389142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/2008/10/lessons-for-life.html' title='Lessons for Life'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867541877111473915</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-27165292.post-230765252910947094</id><published>2008-10-25T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:39:18.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Child of the 80's</title><content type='html'>I've always considered myself a child of the 80's.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, technically, I was born in '76 &lt;br /&gt;but, when I was born, my parents were both octogenarians.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27165292-230765252910947094?l=tracydanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/feeds/230765252910947094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27165292&amp;postID=230765252910947094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/230765252910947094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/230765252910947094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/2008/10/child-of-80s.html' title='Child of the 80&apos;s'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867541877111473915</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-27165292.post-324674617538353899</id><published>2008-10-25T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:43:37.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, fine...</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm starting a new blog here. This was a stagnant page for a long time, but I was inspired by a friend in Nashville that started a page &lt;a href="http://streetpomes.blogspot.com/"&gt;(link)&lt;/a&gt; like I'm gonna shoot for. So, if you enjoy weird, stupid things. You've come to the right place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27165292-324674617538353899?l=tracydanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/feeds/324674617538353899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27165292&amp;postID=324674617538353899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/324674617538353899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27165292/posts/default/324674617538353899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracydanger.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-fine.html' title='So, fine...'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867541877111473915</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>
