<?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-4095896</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:15:22.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TopStoryLive</title><subtitle type='html'>Bill the Journalista expounds upon stuff he reads on the wires, the Internet, the bathroom walls, clothing labels, junk mail disclaimers, album liner notes, and once in a while something that actually happens in Real Life. Mostly unc*nsored.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>513</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-114715520768102938</id><published>2006-05-09T02:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T02:26:26.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>big 10</title><summary type='text'>Another exhausting day at the buttons. Had to turn 'em on and off six times...     ......................(that's a Jetsons reference.)My stomach was tying itself in knots all evening. I brought over a small garbage can because I kept feeling like I was going to start heaving. Bear in mind I was filling in for a producer who was out sick (on the show I never work with -- the big hour newscast).I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/114715520768102938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/114715520768102938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/05/big-10.html' title='big 10'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-114531072287203779</id><published>2006-04-17T17:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T17:52:02.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Patriot Day In Massachusetts, And The 110th Running Of The Boston Marathon</title><summary type='text'>Apparently, Kenyans rock the asphalt.nbc5i.com - Sports - Kenyan Goes On Record Run In Boston Marathon: 27-year-old Robert Cheruiyot (Google, news) has beaten all Boston Marathon records, running the 26.2 miles in 2:07:14, one second faster than a record set in 1994."American Meb Keflezighi placed third, the highest finish by an American runner since 1983, when Greg Meyer placed first."It was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/114531072287203779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/114531072287203779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-patriot-day-in-massachusetts-and.html' title='It&apos;s Patriot Day In Massachusetts, And The 110th Running Of The Boston Marathon'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-114530422242266718</id><published>2006-04-17T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T16:03:42.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fascinating</title><summary type='text'>Fortune Cookie - Dashboard - GamesHooray for widgets -- the next generation of Desk Accessories!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/114530422242266718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/114530422242266718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/04/fascinating.html' title='Fascinating'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-114516856738264186</id><published>2006-04-16T02:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T02:22:47.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Misspelled</title><summary type='text'>I hate it when I see "lastest" when people mean "latest." In local television we use the word "latest" quite a bit and thank goodness the humans reading it can recognize at the last possible second what is actually meant. Why don't people recognize there's an extra S in there? Spell checkers should recognize it as wrong too! Nobody cares anymore.Today in Stop &amp; Shop I saw a laminated, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/114516856738264186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/114516856738264186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/04/misspelled.html' title='Misspelled'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-114502126519584997</id><published>2006-04-14T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T09:27:45.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another entertaining read</title><summary type='text'>I have another book-report-review blog entry to tell you about. While the author doesn't seem to be as fire-breathing as Justin Henderson, she is just as entertaining.Dahne, also known as Claire, lambastes that pillar of American literature, The Sun Also Rises. Do I have a copy of it round here? I'd be willing to bet I've got The Great Gatsby, which I read in the same year in high school, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/114502126519584997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/114502126519584997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-entertaining-read.html' title='Another entertaining read'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-114421857274863872</id><published>2006-04-05T02:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T02:29:32.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawes, Tomes, Mousely, Grubbs, Fidelity Fiduciary Bank</title><summary type='text'>Okay, again I'm a geek, but I can't figure out how to classify myself this time -- a branding geek? a corporate consolidation geek? an interconnectivity geek?I was so psyched when I saw a logo in somebody else's VO the other night -- of a bank robbery or something -- where a Banknorth had gotten new logos to match TD Canada Trust.So, yes, I was aware that it was now TD Banknorth -- after all, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/114421857274863872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/114421857274863872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/04/dawes-tomes-mousely-grubbs-fidelity.html' title='Dawes, Tomes, Mousely, Grubbs, Fidelity Fiduciary Bank'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-114370449104541439</id><published>2006-03-30T02:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T02:56:45.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE ONLY THING I WILL SAY ABOUT WORK TODAY IS:I am exhausted.But, I did make it into the dictionary:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/114370449104541439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/114370449104541439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/03/only-thing-i-will-say-about-work-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-114338680584119971</id><published>2006-03-26T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T10:26:45.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SEMPRINI?!</title><summary type='text'>Semprini elected party chairman of state GOP:New Hampshire Republicans elected Wayne Semprini as their new party chairman Saturday.Semprini, 55, of New Castle, will replace Warren Henderson, who resigned because of family health problems.There is a Monty Python sketch where Michael Palin runs through a list of "naughty" words that are no longer allowed to be used on the program. The words include</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/114338680584119971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/114338680584119971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/03/semprini.html' title='SEMPRINI?!'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-114301687083381763</id><published>2006-03-22T03:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T04:02:03.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Posh Nosh</title><summary type='text'>You're the man now, dog:*To be sung by a eunuch, or, failing that, a man in falsetto:What care I for my house and my land?What care I for my treasure, oh?What care I for my new-wedded lord?I'm off with the raggle-taggle gypsies, o!* Or, my sorry-ass excuse for it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/114301687083381763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/114301687083381763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/03/posh-nosh.html' title='Posh Nosh'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-114059262625746099</id><published>2006-02-22T02:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T02:17:06.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Police, reporting for duty</title><summary type='text'>I originally commented on this on LiveJournal but I got very dorky myself, so I did not want to clog Troy's space up with my rabbiting on:Palabra Jot - Palabra Jot - Quite possibly the most dorky thing Troy's ever done in his life.Click it to see first the super that he aired in his morning show when the Westminster Kennel Club dog won.Then read the comment I had originally:...okay, apparently </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/114059262625746099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/114059262625746099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/02/super-police-reporting-for-duty.html' title='Super Police, reporting for duty'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-114036403115438423</id><published>2006-02-19T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T10:47:11.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Days are numbered</title><summary type='text'>So I have turned the lights back on. I figured, I tried to turn people away from viewing the site, got 85 visitors one week at a low point, and went back up from that again this week, so might as well go the next step before closing up shop here.Because that is indeed my next step: closing down TopStoryLive -- turning it into "vintage" TopStoryLive, with only the entries left -- and opening up a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/114036403115438423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/114036403115438423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/02/days-are-numbered.html' title='Days are numbered'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113981294248643635</id><published>2006-02-13T01:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T01:42:22.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>drink</title><summary type='text'>It's really creepy how the Cocktail test at Go-Quiz.com Quizzes, Questionaires and Personality Tests for Blogs and Online Journals got me spot on:How to make a Producer BillIngredients:3 parts anger5 parts crazyiness5 parts energyMethod:Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Top it off with a sprinkle of sadness and enjoy!Username:Personality cocktailFrom Go-Quiz.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113981294248643635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113981294248643635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/02/drink_13.html' title='drink'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113967370261553837</id><published>2006-02-11T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T11:01:42.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bill's iTunes is listening to... "Only You" by Yaz on Napoleon Dynamite.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113967370261553837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113967370261553837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/02/bills-itunes-is-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113955868951711426</id><published>2006-02-10T03:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T11:23:49.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feminine mystique</title><summary type='text'>I have a theory about the Feminine Mystique. It has returned -- in a different format.I know I'm a guy, but hear me out!Consider this scene from the pilot of Desperate Housewives:FORMER CO-WORKER: So… how’s domestic life? Don’t you just love being a mom? NARRATOR/MARY ALICE YOUNG: And there it was - the question that Lynette always dreaded. LYNETTE: (hesitant) Well, to be honest... NARRATOR: To </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113955868951711426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113955868951711426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/02/feminine-mystique.html' title='Feminine mystique'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113905142027606801</id><published>2006-02-04T06:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T06:10:21.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry I couldn't make it. Had a prior engagement.--Mobile Email from a Cingular Wireless Customer http://www.cingular.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113905142027606801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113905142027606801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/02/sorry-i-couldnt-make-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113895298894160954</id><published>2006-02-03T02:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T02:49:49.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The computer car that smiled</title><summary type='text'>When the Macintosh first came out it was an example of the slogan that Apple would use several years later: Think different. The Mac was the first computer that smiled, somebody once said.This Studio Stills Photo reminds me of that: the car that smiles.And what's more, this trumps all those Chevron commercials where the cars were talking conspiratorially to the camera like Aardman Animation's "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113895298894160954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113895298894160954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/02/computer-car-that-smiled.html' title='The &lt;strike&gt;computer&lt;/strike&gt; car that smiled'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113756772674796834</id><published>2006-01-18T02:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T02:02:06.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The broken back</title><summary type='text'>This is a copy of my comment about Random Acts of Sanity: BrokeBack MountainBecause typed text often gets misinterpreted, picture this comment in a musing voice: I sat through a movie last night virtually in tears, as the silver screen repeated off my biggest fear: That in being gay I may end the rest of my life being lonely.Boy, I had no idea my being lonely was because I was GAY, jeez!That is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113756772674796834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113756772674796834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/01/broken-back.html' title='The broken back'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113756667675812086</id><published>2006-01-18T01:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T01:44:36.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celt</title><summary type='text'>Maybe I will actually return to blogging TopStoryLive. However, the lights are still off.Despite that, you can still click to hear allisonbarber.com -- cool Celtic artist who went to Ithaca. It's funny who you'll find through clicking through Friendster.a) I want to hear my boy Patrick doing a duet with her. Not that their styles are any sort of match, mind you, it'd just be fun.b) I want to get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113756667675812086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113756667675812086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/01/celt.html' title='Celt'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113749220966594513</id><published>2006-01-17T05:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T05:03:29.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bill's iTunes is listening to... "Sleepwalk" by The Brian Setzer Orchestra on The Dirty Boogie.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113749220966594513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113749220966594513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/01/bills-itunes-is-listening-to_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113707947631548111</id><published>2006-01-12T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T10:24:36.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights out</title><summary type='text'>Lights outI should probably explain why the page has gone dark.I just felt like turning the lights out on TopStoryLive for a few days. I mean, like any darkened room, you can still see some things, and the things in the room are still there (well, most of them anyway) so you can feel around for them, if you will.The more-easily-viewed version of the page will likely return at a later date.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113707947631548111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113707947631548111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/01/lights-out.html' title='Lights out'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113686672427906218</id><published>2006-01-09T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T23:18:44.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bill's iTunes is listening to... "Only You" by Yaz on Napoleon Dynamite.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113686672427906218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113686672427906218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/01/bills-itunes-is-listening-to_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113686209533445307</id><published>2006-01-09T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T15:01:19.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[edited 01092006]</title><summary type='text'>Well, it looks like I have turned into one of those evil bloggers who breathes fire about his coworkers and workplace in public, so...I felt like going through and getting rid of some things.And I apologize for saying anything threatening. I'm sorry.You people make me angry often, but I think I get angrier at myself most of the time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113686209533445307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113686209533445307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/01/edited-01092006.html' title='[edited 01092006]'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113661602319229110</id><published>2006-01-07T01:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T12:54:12.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bix</title><summary type='text'>I have a feeling I will need to schtop by Bickford's before I sleep for buffalo wings.[Later:]I actually didn't; went back to my buddy's house and pigged out on chips, peach-chipotle salsa (spicy enough) and pretzels.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113661602319229110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113661602319229110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/01/bix.html' title='Bix'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113661592027792276</id><published>2006-01-07T01:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T13:16:53.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Logo news updates</title><summary type='text'>I am going to email CBS News on Logo about its 5-min news updates--they need to be closed-captioned!!![Later...]The reason this came up is that Mirabar constantly has Logo on one of its TVs... with closed-captioning turned on, so when Jason Bellini comes on with a news capsule at :55, I can barely guess what's going on because there's graphics but no captions.(I don't have cable myself, so I'm a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113661592027792276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113661592027792276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/01/logo-news-updates.html' title='Logo news updates'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113661578502866285</id><published>2006-01-07T01:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T13:00:25.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yourself</title><summary type='text'>Isn't getting off lost by yourself when you came to the club with a group the best?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113661578502866285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113661578502866285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/01/yourself.html' title='Yourself'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113661273111163692</id><published>2006-01-07T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T12:59:51.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ro Dyeland</title><summary type='text'>That's anotheah story altogetheah![Later...]...I think this was just some sort of quote excerpt... even I have to say this is kind of a weird entry.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113661273111163692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113661273111163692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/01/ro-dyeland.html' title='Ro Dyeland'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113657852860508908</id><published>2006-01-06T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T12:58:36.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aw, feck</title><summary type='text'>It's finally happened; Emerson has started actively advertising in public. TV commercials will be next. Eccch!![Later:]I would hope somebody has the sense NOT to go into commercials -- at least not looking like all the other bloody technical schools that advertise on Fox and UPN and WB affiliates during the day. Katherine Gibbs, for one.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113657852860508908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113657852860508908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/01/aw-feck.html' title='Aw, feck'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113651873121585130</id><published>2006-01-05T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T22:39:50.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boffo salute to the NBC, Fox, independent, UPN, and once-again Fox affiliate in PDX</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday's KPTV</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113651873121585130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113651873121585130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/01/boffo-salute-to-nbc-fox-independent.html' title='Boffo salute to the NBC, Fox, independent, UPN, and once-again Fox affiliate in PDX'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113651731821661327</id><published>2006-01-05T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T22:15:18.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who you callin' Hoegaarden?</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes it's good to go out with your co-workers and put your drinking in their hands. One of our sports guys introduced me to Hoegaarden. Nice. Lighter, "ale-ier" -- as if I know ale from dark beer!I dunno, I get the idea that "pussies wusses drink lite beer" and dark beer puts hair on your chest or something. According to what, the conventional wisdom? Stupid commercials of the past?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113651731821661327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113651731821661327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/01/who-you-callin-hoegaarden.html' title='Who you callin&apos; Hoegaarden?'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113643603645924943</id><published>2006-01-04T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T03:01:24.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Video feed services</title><summary type='text'>[updated]I feel like saying a few words about the network video feed services out there.There is one for each of the major networks and then some:• NBC Newschannel• CBS Newspath• ABC News One• Fox News Edge• CNN Newsource• Network News Service• Associated Press Television NewsThe last, NNS, is a sort of consortium between CBS, ABC and Fox's feed services to share video. I guess they feel they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113643603645924943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113643603645924943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/01/video-feed-services.html' title='Video feed services'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113635304571356411</id><published>2006-01-04T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T00:37:25.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bill's iTunes is listening to... "People Need Love" by ABBA on The Definitive Collection (Disc 1).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113635304571356411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113635304571356411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/01/bills-itunes-is-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113634468392033711</id><published>2006-01-03T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T22:18:03.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yappy New Hear</title><summary type='text'>Alex at The Great Cock Hunt reminded me I should note the new year. Apparently all the entries at Involuntary Slacker, Little Lost Robot, Palabra Jot-Palabra Jot, and Sebastian White's blog didn't get me motivated.Welcome to 2006!Alex -- if you ever read this -- man, your stuff is getting incredible and unbelievable. I'm starting to think (or want to think) your life is too good to be true. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113634468392033711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113634468392033711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/01/yappy-new-hear.html' title='Yappy New Hear'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113628884973527638</id><published>2006-01-03T06:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T06:47:29.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel to Canada</title><summary type='text'>Relax. If you're planning to travel north of the border within the next 10-30 days you can still cross over and back without a full passport.The deadline has been extended; you now have until December 31, 2006.Sun Herald - 12/22/05New high-tech passports to include electronic chip</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113628884973527638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113628884973527638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/01/travel-to-canada.html' title='Travel to Canada'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113610164098940088</id><published>2006-01-01T02:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T02:47:21.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendster vs. Safari</title><summary type='text'>Why is it that Friendster keeps crashing Safari, and does not properly search "Meet People" via Safari????? AAAAAAAAGH!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113610164098940088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113610164098940088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2006/01/friendster-vs-safari.html' title='Friendster vs. Safari'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113605524046859018</id><published>2005-12-31T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T13:54:00.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little bit country</title><summary type='text'>Whenever I sign up for another one of these dating/friend sites where I have to enter biographical information about myself, I usually say I like any music except country.But, thanks to the infomercial flogging TimeLife's "Superstars of Country," I guess I would recognize more country songs than I let on:Lookin' For Love (in all the wrong places) -- Johnny LeeI Love A Rainy Night -- Eddie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113605524046859018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113605524046859018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/12/little-bit-country.html' title='Little bit country'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113601925451834580</id><published>2005-12-31T03:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T21:09:37.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fictdialogue: drinking with co-workers</title><summary type='text'>[edited 01092006]Even now, at 2:30 in the morning, the apartment is still hopping. ANGELA is working on the computer at the secretary desk in the living room, JONATHAN is messing about in the kitchen area.Rob Thomas's "Lonely No More" is playing on ANGELA's computer speakers.There's a key in the door, and BILL comes through the door haphazardly. He is buzzed. He carries mail and his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113601925451834580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113601925451834580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/12/fictdialogue-drinking-with-co-workers.html' title='Fictdialogue: drinking with co-workers'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113583703656870525</id><published>2005-12-29T01:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T21:06:09.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise</title><summary type='text'>[edited 01092006]Maybe the brighter spot was before Christmas. Even though I wasn't there I won a prize pack at the Christmas party. (It was on a Saturday when yours truly was producing a newscast, thank you very much.)It was billed as a Xxxxxxxx prize pack but included:• a season six (?) Xxxxxxxx DVD set, with the packaging in the shape of Xxxxx's head. Xx xxxxxx xx "xxxxxxx/xxxxxxxxx" xxx </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113583703656870525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113583703656870525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/12/surprise_29.html' title='Surprise'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113583530328820237</id><published>2005-12-29T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T14:01:22.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet!</title><summary type='text'>Want to see metal floating in the air?Floating Magnet - RealBoring.comThe description of the video includes "The superconductor is nonmagnetic when the nitrogen is added, the meissner [sic] effect occurs and the superconductor is now perfectly magnetic."And I'm like, so this just assumes we know what the Meissner effect is?... But later a commenter named Mike said, "That behavior is something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113583530328820237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113583530328820237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/12/sweet.html' title='Sweet!'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113583292262140248</id><published>2005-12-29T00:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T00:08:42.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peekaboo</title><summary type='text'>In Newsweekly: SnapshotsPaul, your arm is kinda big to be sitting right there.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113583292262140248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113583292262140248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/12/peekaboo.html' title='Peekaboo'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113583248455584659</id><published>2005-12-29T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T00:01:24.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Checked through: BOS to YYZ</title><summary type='text'>I had to give a shout out to YYZ when I saw this on the moblog of a guy I met through NLGJA-NE. Hooray Pearson! ... and T.O. and the GTA and ........even though there was a freakin' DEADLY SHOOTING on YONGE STREET on Boxing Day. (CTV, Toronto Star) You have to understand, Toronto doesn't really have shootings.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113583248455584659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113583248455584659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/12/checked-through-bos-to-yyz.html' title='Checked through: BOS to YYZ'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113575027969828577</id><published>2005-12-28T01:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T01:11:19.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchen sink</title><summary type='text'>My dad said I never mentioned about how the kitchen sink no longer works after he tried to fix it.It still doesn't work, though he and my mother left the first week of December.I didn't want to call the landlord the day after I'd already called them (because my pilot light was out and my parents couldn't stand the smell of the gas) and I was NOT having my father buy and install a new faucet, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113575027969828577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113575027969828577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/12/kitchen-sink.html' title='Kitchen sink'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113574951896368985</id><published>2005-12-28T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T21:12:31.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><summary type='text'>[edited 01092006]Well, Monday was better. Then today's Xpm was marred by a xxxx xxx xxx xx xxx xxxxxx xx xxx C xxxxx; xxx xxxxxx xx xxxx xxxx xx xxx xxx xxxxx xxx xxxxxx xxx xxxxxxx.I guess it will take a while to deal with the various things that happened on Saturday night. Suffice to say, as Comic Book Guy would say on The Simpsons, Worst Show Ever. And I've had some pretty bad, BAD, BAD shows,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113574951896368985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113574951896368985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/12/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113541344620388483</id><published>2005-12-24T02:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T03:37:26.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only a blog</title><summary type='text'>Justin Henderson sounds, from his writing, like he is eight feet tall, bony, breathes fire, has a shock of hair down to his butt, red eyes with no whites, and chain smokes at breakneck speed.Through the usual random surfing (Wired 14.01 &gt;&gt; Pink Martini &gt;&gt; Margie Boulé / Thomas Lauderdale / Kim Singer / Paige Powell &gt;&gt; stolen dogs) I ran across The Tibbetts Report, where Justin breathes fire like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113541344620388483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113541344620388483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/12/only-blog.html' title='Only a blog'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113527416487093354</id><published>2005-12-22T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T12:56:04.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight for the right for guys to wear skirts, er, kilts</title><summary type='text'>The AP reports, on various sites including CourtTV.com: Teen fighting to wear kilt at school dance sparks international debate:JACKSON, Mo. (AP) %u2014 Nathan Warmack wanted to honor his heritage by wearing a Scottish kilt to his high school dance. Then a principal told him to change into a pair of pants.What began with a few yards of tartan has sparked an international debate about freedom, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113527416487093354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113527416487093354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/12/fight-for-right-for-guys-to-wear.html' title='Fight for the right for guys to wear skirts, er, kilts'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113524603632535905</id><published>2005-12-22T04:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T05:07:16.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blasts from the past</title><summary type='text'>Friendster has added the option to search names; just type in a first and last name and up pops the person.This proceeded to CREEP ME THE HELL OUT tonight.I found a guy I've been looking for since 2000.But now, that there's actually a way I might be able to talk to him again... I'm scared to... because what if he changes my fantasized memory of him?I was typing in every name I could think of, old</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113524603632535905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113524603632535905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/12/blasts-from-past.html' title='Blasts from the past'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113514133417466064</id><published>2005-12-21T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T00:02:14.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bill's iTunes is listening to... "Can't Stop Now" by Keane on Hopes And Fears.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113514133417466064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113514133417466064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/12/bills-itunes-is-listening-to_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113514114088415486</id><published>2005-12-20T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T23:59:00.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fictdialogue: fencesitter</title><summary type='text'>[MUSIC IN BACKGROUND: "SUNRISE" BY SIMPLY RED]PRODUCER BILL Good drink.ANGELA, THE GIRL WOMAN I COULD HAVE BEEN Me too.BILL Way too much vodka. It's a good thing.ANGELA So tell me about this girl.BILL She's not a girl. She's a young woman.ANGELA But you get a kick out of her.BILL Yeah, well, I barely know her. She's real. She's not like these plastic young women who are like, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113514114088415486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113514114088415486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/12/fictdialogue-fencesitter.html' title='Fictdialogue: fencesitter'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113505912177212540</id><published>2005-12-20T01:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T04:07:52.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cue Shatner: KONNNNN NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG GGGGGGGGGGGG GGGGGGG!</title><summary type='text'>mediabistro: FishBowlLA:"I just got off the phone with a top distribution executive at a major studio and he says he's just discerned the main reason why 'Kong' is doing only half its potential: Women. They're staying away in droves, according  [to] the exec..."Uh, duh.All I've heard for the last few days is MONKEY MONKEY MONKEY from MEN MEN MEN (uh, make that straight men). Guys like to see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113505912177212540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113505912177212540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/12/cue-shatner-konnnnn-nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng.html' title='Cue Shatner: KONNNNN NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG GGGGGGGGGGGG GGGGGGG!'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113505827929407166</id><published>2005-12-20T00:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T00:57:59.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasant</title><summary type='text'>Note left over from November 25:Clothes make the man attractive. I get a little more noticing of some guys – even if I know they’re jerks – simply 'cuz they’re wearing something I like.Like today. The one guy was wearing a nice buttondown shirt, a nice, well-cut pair of slacks, you know, showing off the xxxxxxxx-xxxxxxx body in the offseason.Of course, is that dressing provocatively? Even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113505827929407166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113505827929407166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/12/pleasant.html' title='Pleasant'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113505738180127376</id><published>2005-12-20T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T00:46:01.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Budding designer</title><summary type='text'>For some reason I want to say I'm so jealous of this kid but I'm really not that into clothing design. Maybe I'm jealous of his talent and attention:Tiverton fashion show rocks high school auditorium, published Friday, October 21, 2005:"Graehme [Field] has been getting orders for homecoming gowns from girls in the high school, and he said he's already sold five or six pieces (which he sells for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113505738180127376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113505738180127376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/12/budding-designer.html' title='Budding designer'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113505618055919359</id><published>2005-12-20T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T00:47:44.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Note: consume more Steve Martin</title><summary type='text'>Watching Steve Martin win the Mark Twain Prize, like, last month, or whenever I saw it, definitely makes him a must-see.Well, Incluuuude Him: Martin Joins Twain Pantheon:"There's so much of Steve Martin to love -- actor, comedian, writer, banjo player -- that it was hard to hit all the high spots when he received the eighth annual Mark Twain Prize for American Humor at the Kennedy Center [Sunday,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113505618055919359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113505618055919359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/12/note-consume-more-steve-martin.html' title='Note: consume more Steve Martin'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113505336186419417</id><published>2005-12-19T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T23:36:01.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoooooooops</title><summary type='text'>This is the backlog I'm looking at.... this article came out back in October:'Got Milk?' ad strikes out with Major League Baseball / Commercial is parody of performance-enhancing substance use: "In the latest version of the ever-popular 'Got Milk?'' advertising campaign, baseball players get busted for using a performance-enhancing substance: milk.Not surprisingly, Major League Baseball is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113505336186419417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113505336186419417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/12/whoooooooops.html' title='Whoooooooops'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113471333451391150</id><published>2005-12-16T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T01:08:54.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bill's iTunes is listening to... "You Belong To Me" by Vonda Shepard on Songs from Ally McBeal.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113471333451391150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113471333451391150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/12/bills-itunes-is-listening-_113471333451391150.html' title=''/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113470974079289087</id><published>2005-12-16T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T00:09:00.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bill's iTunes is listening to... "Don't Cry Out Loud" by Melissa Manchester on Great Ladies Of Rock &amp; Roll - The 70s.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113470974079289087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113470974079289087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/12/bills-itunes-is-listening-to_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113454604894312316</id><published>2005-12-14T02:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T00:48:25.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake dialogue: shoelaces</title><summary type='text'>PRODUCER BILL Oh, my god, I want to kill myself.JONATHAN, THE MAN I WISH I COULD BE Face it, dude. You want to kill yourself when your shoelace is untied.BILL But why?JONATHAN Because it isn't perfect. Every time you have to use the correction fluid it's still a blemish.(PAUSE)I had a better way of putting this once, a long time ago, but it has long been lost.BILL It feels like all the blemishes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113454604894312316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113454604894312316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/12/fake-dialogue-shoelaces.html' title='Fake dialogue: shoelaces'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113454450922659917</id><published>2005-12-14T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T02:20:06.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why all the lament, bitch?</title><summary type='text'>So the reason I came to Panera in the first place ... last Wednesday ... was to extend the blogging time so I could discuss some of the other things that have been desponding me lately, besides my job.• • •Loneliness. Yeah, the 'rents were here last week week before last (see below) but that's vastly different than hanging out with friends or snuggling up to a boyfriend. I am really given up on• </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113454450922659917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113454450922659917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-all-lament-bitch.html' title='Why all the lament, bitch?'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113454030842369570</id><published>2005-12-14T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T01:05:08.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a very good beer</title><summary type='text'>&lt;little_lost_robot&gt;: "stocked"Mmm. Beer.What is Hoegaarden like? Dark? Light? Why should I care?I'm a lameass, I admit. I'm a Corona boi. Light beer. Imported. With a frickin' lime in it. However I am also known to swig:• Rolling Rock• .....hmm, the occasional Sam Adams Light I suppose• Probably some kind of light Henry Weinhard's even though they were bought out; hmph• Maybe I'll try a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113454030842369570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113454030842369570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-was-very-good-beer.html' title='It was a very good beer'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113408745412109005</id><published>2005-12-08T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T19:17:34.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop the appetite</title><summary type='text'>gapingvoid: why i no longer live in new york:MANHATTAN CONVERSATION, 1999:GIRL IN BAR: You drink a lot.HUGH: Indeed.GIRL IN BAR: Do you think you may be an alcoholic?HUGH: Not really. I just use alcohol as an appetite suppressant.GIRL IN BAR: But you don't look like you have a weight problem.HUGH: I'm not talking about food, Sweetheart.--Hugh MacleodYeah. If only we could use alcohol</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113408745412109005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113408745412109005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/12/stop-appetite.html' title='Stop the appetite'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113408689694574421</id><published>2005-12-08T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T19:08:16.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Desperate Housewife are you?</title><summary type='text'>Take the 15-question quiz at ABC.go.com.I am apparently Susan, Teri Hatcher.If you're a man, ABC is confused as to how to term your result. You select whether you're male or female at the outset, but perhaps it would be helpful if we had the option to select "GAY MALE." I mean, the quiz asks the question "Which housewife are you?" which gay men would identify with, but then it told me "Bill </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113408689694574421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113408689694574421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/12/which-desperate-housewife-are-you.html' title='Which Desperate Housewife are you?'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113408475529605449</id><published>2005-12-08T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T18:32:35.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bill's iTunes is listening to... "King Tut" by Steve Martin on Voices For Gilda.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113408475529605449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113408475529605449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/12/bills-itunes-is-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113402405112545970</id><published>2005-12-08T01:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T01:06:15.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry</title><summary type='text'>I'm starving for some pizza. Maybe I'll go in search of a 24hr something that has a little Red Baron on for microwaving. I'm not in the mood for the barbecue chicken [pizza] in the freezer that could now be actually cooked.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113402405112545970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113402405112545970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/12/hungry.html' title='Hungry'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113367935652283972</id><published>2005-12-04T01:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T18:37:29.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be happy</title><summary type='text'>So before my mother got on the plane she said, try and "be happy." Try as I might... well, I'm trying. We'll see[edit/reconstruct]how well it works.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113367935652283972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113367935652283972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/12/be-happy.html' title='Be happy'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113356335259241599</id><published>2005-12-02T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T18:35:59.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold exploration</title><summary type='text'>(on loc: New Shoreham, Block Island, Rhode Island) Tell me again why, as soon as I heard the word FLURRY[edit/reconstruct]that we didn't say, "Maybe we shouldn't go hiking on Block Island today."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113356335259241599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113356335259241599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/12/cold-exploration.html' title='Cold exploration'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113348807322989493</id><published>2005-12-01T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T20:47:53.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glug</title><summary type='text'>Oh, great. I love it when my parents and I all get sloshed, and they get full of piss and vinegar.Yes, Mom, you can read your email now. I'm done.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113348807322989493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113348807322989493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/12/glug.html' title='Glug'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113281718620552947</id><published>2005-11-24T02:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T02:26:26.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deject</title><summary type='text'>(on loc: bickford's) Looking at men on Thanksgiving eve is just dejecting.--Mobile Email from a Cingular Wireless Customer http://www.cingular.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113281718620552947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113281718620552947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/11/deject.html' title='Deject'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113266235025553324</id><published>2005-11-22T07:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T07:25:50.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum</title><summary type='text'>I forgot to send my mother anything for her birthday on Saturday. Or call her. Sorry, Mom. 8^(I knew there was something I was forgetting over the weekend.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113266235025553324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113266235025553324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/11/mum.html' title='Mum'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113230471147650279</id><published>2005-11-18T04:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T04:05:11.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for D.P. Murphy</title><summary type='text'>Okay, I spent waaaaaaayyyyyyy too much time on the AOHell account tonight.•Part of my lengthy journey across the web tonight took me in curiosity to google Rudy Cheeks, a Providence public denizen, and to search for pictures of Morgana De Sade, a character on an old ABC comedic mystery-drama on Saturday nights that I loved when I was a kid called Murphy's Law, (IMDB) starring George Segal. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113230471147650279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113230471147650279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/11/searching-for-dp-murphy.html' title='Searching for D.P. Murphy'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113229728833444014</id><published>2005-11-18T02:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T11:31:15.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY SHNIKES! THAT'S LARS LARSON ON FOX 25!</title><summary type='text'>Whenever an Oregon story hits New England newscasts it makes me say something like "Holy Shnikes" (sch'ni-kees)... but this story is something else.Prank cell phone calls intended for local radio host Lars Larson are actually going to someone else.The phone number no longer belongs to him.  It's now assigned to a new customer, an 11 year old girl, and her family is upset about some of the calls </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113229728833444014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113229728833444014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/11/holy-shnikes-thats-lars-larson-on-fox.html' title='HOLY SHNIKES! THAT&apos;S LARS LARSON ON FOX 25!'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113229094078952825</id><published>2005-11-18T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T00:15:40.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret</title><summary type='text'>That's the secret to radio, you be a big pompous ass and you have the answer to everything.--Howard Stern on tonight's LettermanSince I am listening to more news/talk radio these days several names are springing to mind; Matt Allen for one.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113229094078952825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113229094078952825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/11/secret.html' title='Secret'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113228575411382559</id><published>2005-11-17T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T22:49:14.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bill's iTunes is listening to... "This Will Be (An Everlasting Love)" by Natalie Cole on Great Ladies Of Rock &amp; Roll - The 70s.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113228575411382559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113228575411382559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/11/bills-itunes-is-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113228531876911011</id><published>2005-11-17T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T22:41:58.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "Wig In A Box" by Hedwig And The Angry Inch on Hedwig And The Angry Inch (Motion Picture Soundtrack).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113228531876911011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113228531876911011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/11/wig-in-box-by-hedwig-and-angry-inch-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113228462101337358</id><published>2005-11-17T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T22:30:21.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two AOL news items</title><summary type='text'>STUD FARM: Convicted felon Heidi Fleiss is working on a brothel featuring "the sexiest men on earth. Women are going to love it."GOODNIGHT CIGARETTE: The man who illustrated Goodnight Moon apparently was pictured holding a cigarette in his photograph in the book. Now, publisher HarperCollins has removed the cigarette, leaving Clement Hurd in a stupid pose without it. If you look at the pictures</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113228462101337358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113228462101337358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/11/two-aol-news-items.html' title='Two AOL news items'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113227817286797221</id><published>2005-11-17T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T22:50:39.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Creosote</title><summary type='text'>I wonder what The Cheesecake Factory, with its exceedingly large portions, thinks when a real, live, Mr Creosote[edit]walks in the door. What an apparition.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113227817286797221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113227817286797221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/11/mr-creosote.html' title='Mr Creosote'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113215500662838127</id><published>2005-11-16T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T10:30:06.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chop</title><summary type='text'>By the way, I got my hair cut. I don't think I really like it. At least it's shorter. The young lady who did it at Supercuts was very entertaining. It's a little too army-like yet long on top.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113215500662838127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113215500662838127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/11/chop.html' title='Chop'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113215448933826199</id><published>2005-11-16T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T10:21:29.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird</title><summary type='text'>Technorati has found a lot of people who blog about Mirabar on Richmond Street. I am one of several but never mind.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113215448933826199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113215448933826199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/11/weird.html' title='Weird'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113215153026619981</id><published>2005-11-16T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T09:32:10.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WiFi Virgin</title><summary type='text'>This morning I decided to go try, finally, the free WiFi at my local "Panera bakery-cafe." I drove in to the parking lot and decided not to try to take a parking spot DIRECTLY in front of the store, figuring I would be there for some time and not wanting to be a burden on other people.So I start driving to the outer edges of the lot and, my GOD, there are a LOT of cars here. What the hell?I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113215153026619981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113215153026619981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/11/wifi-virgin.html' title='WiFi Virgin'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113184181287710993</id><published>2005-11-12T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T19:30:12.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Them Eat Cake</title><summary type='text'>Apparently Marie Antoinette has been reincarnated as a 20-year-old in the United States, and is writing fun and entertaining stuff at Let Them Eat Cake.Viz:Why corporations are better than regular people, part IIDid you know that corporations have the same rights as people? Not all the same rights--not yet, at least, but every day the powers that be are working to right this travesty.•Fiscal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113184181287710993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113184181287710993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/11/let-them-eat-cake.html' title='Let Them Eat Cake'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113184022384300448</id><published>2005-11-12T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T19:03:43.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How are YOU doing?</title><summary type='text'>At some point in the last few years I noticed that I often have exchanges like this:OTHER PERSON: Hello Bill, how are you?ME: Fine.with perhaps the implication of "I'm just fine thank you, but I couldn't give a toss how YOU'RE doing".Somewhere along the line I realized that it would probably be polite if I returned the favor.OTHER PERSON: How are you?ME: I'm okay, how are you?OTHER PERSON: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113184022384300448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113184022384300448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-are-you-doing.html' title='How are YOU doing?'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113183999301775288</id><published>2005-11-12T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T19:01:41.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay teens getting nurturing from both sides</title><summary type='text'>CNN recently fed to their affiliates a story on gay teens getting nurturing... no matter if it's okay or it's something they have to be helped out of.[snip]SURPRISINGLY, BOTH CONSERVATIVES AND LIBERALS WANT TO TAKE THEM UNDER THEIR WINGS. TOM FOREMAN SPEAKS TO COREY CLARK OF SHILLINGTON, PENNSYLVANIA, WHO SAYS HE SEES NOTHING WRONG WITH BEING GAY.[Hmm. I wonder if that lede was written by a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113183999301775288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113183999301775288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/11/gay-teens-getting-nurturing-from-both.html' title='Gay teens getting nurturing from both sides'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113183962353743548</id><published>2005-11-12T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T18:53:43.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Garbage in, garbage out</title><summary type='text'>I've had a bunch of garbled entries on the blog lately because I've been experimenting with a ton of AppleScripts and third-party applications designed to post Blogger entries without going to blogger.com. But none of them have really scored the jackpot.What I want I will probably have to design or write myself. I'd like to be able to save entries as text files in one folder, and then once I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113183962353743548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113183962353743548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/11/garbage-in-garbage-out.html' title='Garbage in, garbage out'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113178265079280672</id><published>2005-11-12T03:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T03:04:10.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "Canned Heat" by Jamiroquai on Napoleon Dynamite.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113178265079280672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113178265079280672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/11/canned-heat-by-jamiroquai-on-napoleon.html' title=''/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113168830102246397</id><published>2005-11-11T00:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T00:51:41.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "Popular" by Kristin Chenoweth, Idina Menzel on Wicked (Original Cast Recording).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113168830102246397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113168830102246397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/11/popular-by-kristin-chenoweth-idina.html' title=''/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113158457539521993</id><published>2005-11-09T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T20:02:55.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "Across 110th Street" by Bobby Womack on Jackie Brown.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113158457539521993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113158457539521993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/11/across-110th-street-by-bobby-womack-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113158083465604473</id><published>2005-11-09T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T19:00:34.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's that boi?</title><summary type='text'>Palabra Jot - Palabra Jot: "See if you can spot..."Ah, news promos.Yeah, the goof(ball) would be YOU. And WHY were you boppin' to the music like a dodo when you knew better?Isn't it fun putting yourself in your show? I had a friend who had a shooter get video of people singing badly -- around the newsroom... Including herself... for a story about singing karaoke badly.The other day the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113158083465604473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113158083465604473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/11/whos-that-boi.html' title='Who&apos;s that boi?'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113118152536885111</id><published>2005-11-05T03:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T04:05:25.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bick's</title><summary type='text'>I didn't moblog it at the time (partly because I was in the process of leaving) but:I was getting up from the table to leave, and looking into the window.Since it was/is dark outside, the dark window virtually becomes a mirror. So, looking into the window, I see behind me, one waitress -- of either Asian, Hawaiian or other extraction -- almost slamming into a waiter -- who proceeds to embrace the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113118152536885111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113118152536885111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/11/bicks.html' title='Bick&apos;s'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113117733438462069</id><published>2005-11-05T02:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T03:51:19.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in a buzz</title><summary type='text'>Not eating dinner will do this to a person. Sorry, I was busy producing an 11 by surprise. I was late to [UPDATED POST-POSTING:]...wx. That's all I note. I can't possibly give a sh*t about story count.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113117733438462069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113117733438462069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/11/stuck-in-buzz.html' title='Stuck in a buzz'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113117401993052423</id><published>2005-11-05T02:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T21:32:38.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On loc: Mirabar</title><summary type='text'>[edited 01092006]I do have to wonder how I, little fed and highly drunk, have to look to the completely sober. So there! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113117401993052423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113117401993052423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/11/on-loc-mirabar.html' title='On loc: Mirabar'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113109021037270328</id><published>2005-11-04T02:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T02:43:30.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "Fly Robin Fly" by Silver Connection on Studio 54, Volume 2.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113109021037270328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113109021037270328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/11/fly-robin-fly-by-silver-connection-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113099232240587323</id><published>2005-11-02T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T20:51:56.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn?</title><summary type='text'>I guess I need to say something about George Takei."Oh, that's nice."I guess I'm kind of yawning, NOT to say "Nobody cares whether George Takei is gay or not" but in the hope that this type of declaration won't be such an important statement. The PEN15 Club has an achingly funny title on their entry about it, where they ask, on some level it's a bit "too little, too late," wouldn't you say? It's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113099232240587323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113099232240587323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/11/yawn.html' title='Yawn?'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113090405414779074</id><published>2005-11-01T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T23:00:54.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Building your brand with good coverage -- or good content?</title><summary type='text'>Hmm. Maybe I could just post my own scandal, and build enough buzz, hmm?New York Times: For Bloggers Seeking Name Recognition, Nothing Beats a Good ScandalBy TOM ZELLER Jr.It's a fair bet that, given a political scandal of a certain scale, the usual blogs - DailyKos, AmericaBlog, Instapundit and Wonkette - will draw traffic and links. Make it a media scandal, like Dan Rather's "60 Minutes" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113090405414779074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113090405414779074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/11/building-your-brand-with-good-coverage.html' title='Building your brand with good coverage -- or good content?'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113047222441367890</id><published>2005-10-28T00:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T00:28:45.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bracelets</title><summary type='text'>[updated]A halfway decent story I like to take credit for: I was at Ann &amp; Hope when I saw bracelets that looked EXACTLY like Livestrong bracelets. But they had nothing to do with Lance Armstrong; they were imitators. "Livestrong" surely is a copyrighted item.Can we say PACKAGE?So I've been on a silicone bracelet kick for a while. Just curious about them. I've got on my kitchen table the following</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113047222441367890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113047222441367890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/10/bracelets.html' title='Bracelets'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113029947463247595</id><published>2005-10-26T00:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T00:04:34.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At last, a test that kicks *ss</title><summary type='text'>          English Genius      You scored 100% Beginner, 100% Intermediate, 100% Advanced,  and 100% Expert!           You did so extremely well, even I can't find a word to describe your excellence! You have the uncommon intelligence necessary to understand things that most people don't. You have an extensive vocabulary, and you're not afraid to use it properly! Way to go!Thank you so much for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113029947463247595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113029947463247595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/10/at-last-test-that-kicks-ss.html' title='At last, a test that kicks *ss'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113023949784832831</id><published>2005-10-25T07:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T07:24:57.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing for the end of "Three Wishes"</title><summary type='text'>Dick Farrell, editor of The Times-Reporter of Dover-New Philadelphia, Ohio, writes an entertaining editorial:Come on, folks, this isn't "reality television," not when videotape crews call for retakes of spontaneous reactions.The drift I get is that some of you are feeling a little used, especially in the wake of the TV giveaway.You're right. You were used. We here at The T-R were used. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113023949784832831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113023949784832831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/10/wishing-for-end-of-three-wishes.html' title='Wishing for the end of &quot;Three Wishes&quot;'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-113012432269773097</id><published>2005-10-23T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T23:29:39.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to enter the country</title><summary type='text'>You Passed the US Citizenship TestCongratulations - you got 7 out of 10 correct!Could You Pass the US Citizenship Test?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113012432269773097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/113012432269773097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/10/ready-to-enter-country.html' title='Ready to enter the country'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-112996472950385483</id><published>2005-10-22T04:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T04:08:01.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>caps lock</title><summary type='text'>So by looking at my referring web pages (courtesy truefresco.org) I saw I was listed on Yahoo! web search. At the bottom of the first page was a link to blogsnow.com, which tracks who's linking to things. (Not Technorati.)Right now, BlogsNow shows 6 people linked to International Caps Lock Day: October 22 in the last 59 minutes.However, there are two different days apparently.And then, there is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/112996472950385483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/112996472950385483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/10/caps-lock.html' title='caps lock'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-112996805854873239</id><published>2005-10-22T03:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T22:22:20.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAKING NEWS: SMURF VILLAGE BOMBED</title><summary type='text'>[ UPDATED ]TopStoryLive Breaking News CoverageSMURF VILLAGE BOMBEDMultiple bombs droppedAt least one death reportedMushroom houses in flames, ruinsChildren left to dieEverysmurf in chaos TAKE ENG SOT: BREAKING CUTIN OPEN (TAKE ENG SOT) (MR. VOICE)  (ANNOUNCER)  From XXXXXXX News, this is Breaking News. TAKE ANCHOR IN NEWSROOM (ANCHOR) *cg breaknl Bombing at Smurf Village; 1 Death Reported I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/112996805854873239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/112996805854873239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/10/breaking-news-smurf-village-bombed.html' title='BREAKING NEWS: SMURF VILLAGE BOMBED'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-112995966971520793</id><published>2005-10-22T01:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T03:57:13.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaos visit</title><summary type='text'>Kaos apparently got a kick out of SOMETHING I said. So he wrote me to ask how I found his blog. (I saw it on NewsBlues.) I told him:Through your blog and others I'm starting to see that almost an *alarming* number of television people -- reporters -- have blogs. At least, it surprises me... and surprises me how many of them are easy to connect to their real-life selves. I have very minute </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/112995966971520793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/112995966971520793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/10/kaos-visit.html' title='Kaos visit'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-112987143959359238</id><published>2005-10-21T01:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T01:10:39.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Psycho</title><summary type='text'>Okay, maybe I clicked too many options. I dunno.you are the cute but psycho happy bunny. You'readorable, but a little out there. It's all right,you might not have it all, but there are worse which happy bunny are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/112987143959359238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/112987143959359238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/10/psycho.html' title='Psycho'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-112983060480131243</id><published>2005-10-20T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T13:50:04.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>food note</title><summary type='text'>note: fat free french "style" salad dressing from wendy's is too sugary. avoid.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/112983060480131243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/112983060480131243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/10/food-note.html' title='food note'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095896.post-112969899560670798</id><published>2005-10-19T01:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T01:16:35.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression and suicide, and reportage thereof</title><summary type='text'>The Herald News - News - 10/11/2005 - Help for depression:If an airplane carrying 86 people crashed every day and killed all those aboard, it would make national, even international, news. Fingers would be pointed. A public outcry for answers would ensue. Yet, this is how many people die in the United States every day from suicide, according to the state Department of Public Health. About 11 of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/112969899560670798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095896/posts/default/112969899560670798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topstorylive.blogspot.com/2005/10/depression-and-suicide-and-reportage.html' title='Depression and suicide, and reportage thereof'/><author><name>Bill T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/topstorylive/Billsmileydarker.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
