<?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-6237091</id><updated>2011-09-04T10:50:13.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journeymen Project</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a free speech zone.  Most views welcomed.  Hard hats required.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bert Ferkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289933347741692089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.mulletjunky.com/webimages/nosepicker.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>478</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-112170762795246256</id><published>2005-07-18T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T13:27:08.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah they suck </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/112170762795246256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=112170762795246256' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/112170762795246256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/112170762795246256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/07/yeah-they-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>Bert Ferkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289933347741692089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.mulletjunky.com/webimages/nosepicker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111835096899609705</id><published>2005-06-09T17:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T20:13:14.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping Down</title><summary type='text'>Effective at noon tomorrow...I held out hope for a long time, but I think we'd all agree that TJP is going nowhere fast...Have a good one.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111835096899609705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111835096899609705' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111835096899609705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111835096899609705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/06/stepping-down.html' title='Stepping Down'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111720383880787844</id><published>2005-05-27T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T10:23:58.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Town</title><summary type='text'>Going out of town for about a week.  I hope TJP still exists when I return...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111720383880787844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111720383880787844' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111720383880787844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111720383880787844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/05/out-of-town.html' title='Out of Town'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111694317460880664</id><published>2005-05-24T09:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T09:59:34.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Cool</title><summary type='text'>I found this blog and found it to be pretty cool.  It is a blog by some guy who just walks around and keeps a photo log of Washington DC and its people.  Nothing great about the pictures, but it is just cool to see the places in the city.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111694317460880664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111694317460880664' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111694317460880664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111694317460880664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/05/pretty-cool.html' title='Pretty Cool'/><author><name>Bert Ferkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289933347741692089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.mulletjunky.com/webimages/nosepicker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111676168454117418</id><published>2005-05-22T07:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T07:34:44.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sith has hit  the Fans.....</title><summary type='text'>it is not all hype. this movie is great...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111676168454117418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111676168454117418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111676168454117418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111676168454117418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/05/sith-has-hit-fans.html' title='The Sith has hit  the Fans.....'/><author><name>jesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111646930889240995</id><published>2005-05-18T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T22:28:14.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Greasemonkey</title><summary type='text'>I've been using the Firefox browser since last fall.  But I don't think I'm taking full advantage of all that it has to offer.  For example, I read this article in Wired about a code in which you can tailor web-pages to your liking.  Maybe you IT guys can explain it better than I can.  At any rate, I couldn't figure it out when I tried it last night (granted I didn't spend much time on it and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111646930889240995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111646930889240995' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111646930889240995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111646930889240995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/05/greasemonkey.html' title='Greasemonkey'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111599135691450443</id><published>2005-05-13T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T09:35:56.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the greatest show on earth</title><summary type='text'>I headed down to Knoxville, Tenn.  last weekend for what would be the most rewarding experience of my entire life.  I will make this very long story short.  I went down for the Ryan Adams concert at the newly renovated Tennessee Theater in down town Knoxville.  It was an amazing looking venue for a concert.  Anyways, the three of us go and find our seats and from there on I waited with sweaty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111599135691450443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111599135691450443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111599135691450443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111599135691450443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/05/welcome-to-greatest-show-on-earth.html' title='Welcome to the greatest show on earth'/><author><name>Bert Ferkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289933347741692089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.mulletjunky.com/webimages/nosepicker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111595284081916822</id><published>2005-05-12T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T22:54:00.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Retaining Wall Tumbles</title><summary type='text'>Am I the only one that's always paranoid about this?  The thought never fails to cross my mind when I drive around mountainsides and, yes, retaining walls that surely there could be a freak accident involving a massive boulder or cement block crushing my car.  Well, it happened in New York.  A 150-foot section of a 50-foot-tall stone retaining wall along the Henry Hudson Parkway in upper </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111595284081916822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111595284081916822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111595284081916822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111595284081916822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/05/retaining-wall-tumbles.html' title='Retaining Wall Tumbles'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111595229912996702</id><published>2005-05-12T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T23:17:34.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That's soooo...last month</title><summary type='text'>Is the iPod on its way out?  Bill Gates says so:Bill Gates sees mobile phones overtaking MP3s as the top choice of portable music player, and views the raging popularity of Apple's iPod player as unsustainable, he told a German newspaper.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111595229912996702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111595229912996702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111595229912996702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111595229912996702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/05/thats-soooolast-month.html' title='That&apos;s soooo...last month'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111594752274936091</id><published>2005-05-12T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T21:25:23.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Smell Bacon I Smell Grease.........</title><summary type='text'>Reinhold is the only one who has heard this story in its entirety and persuaded me to post about it.  So...While I'm waiting for my laundry to dry I intend to spew forth some of the most ridiculous shit you have ever heard.My brother and I were looking for a "new" summer sport/activity that would yield fun weekends and most importantly wheel the chics.  Last year was boating and water sports. It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111594752274936091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111594752274936091' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111594752274936091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111594752274936091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-smell-bacon-i-smell-grease.html' title='I Smell Bacon I Smell Grease.........'/><author><name>B-diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16161473405479215551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://mulletjunky.com/states/images/buck.fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111569183183634988</id><published>2005-05-09T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T06:35:23.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wizards and the New MVP</title><summary type='text'>Anyone who has ever lived in or around Washington D.C., for any substantial amount of time, has to be thrilled with the Wizards first round series win.  But almost as much as that, I'm thrilled that Steve Nash won MVP.  I remember reading a Sports Illustrated article on Nash when I was in eighth grade, and he was at Santa Clara.  He used to dribble a basketball around campus, and when he grew to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111569183183634988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111569183183634988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111569183183634988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111569183183634988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/05/wizards-and-new-mvp.html' title='The Wizards and the New MVP'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111565197956660039</id><published>2005-05-09T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T11:25:06.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's most likely to get a Doctorate?</title><summary type='text'>This past weekend I ventured deep into my adolescent years and attended an infamous country "cabin" party.  The scene of my high school partying days hadn't changed a bit.  I ran into an old high school friend downtown Friday night and he quickly  invited me to the cabin bash which was to be held on Saturday night.  I responded with "you guys are still going up there?"  He responded with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111565197956660039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111565197956660039' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111565197956660039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111565197956660039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/05/whos-most-likely-to-get-doctorate.html' title='Who&apos;s most likely to get a Doctorate?'/><author><name>B-diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16161473405479215551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://mulletjunky.com/states/images/buck.fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111538503686004888</id><published>2005-05-06T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T09:10:37.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco De Mayo</title><summary type='text'>Why is it, that as Americans we are so excited about holidays that aren't really ours.  I look at days like yesterday and wonder......."Do we really need another excuse to go to a bar?"  So to get to the bottom of that question, I went to a bar.Somewhere after the 18th beer and the 9th pitcher of Margarita's I figured it out.  We celebrate them, because it is an excuse to go to a bar.  Somewhere </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111538503686004888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111538503686004888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111538503686004888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111538503686004888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/05/cinco-de-mayo.html' title='Cinco De Mayo'/><author><name>Bert Ferkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289933347741692089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.mulletjunky.com/webimages/nosepicker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111530288592674083</id><published>2005-05-05T09:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T21:53:56.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Still Got It.</title><summary type='text'>Game, that is.  The other day, I step outside to loft a few shots on ye old driveway basketball court.  Not taking a shot for a few months, I line up and, in short order, nail a few air balls.  It doesn't take long to get into the rhythm, though; I begin getting butterflies in my stomach, as though I were in the locker room before a high school game.  So I call Hasbin to see if he's good for a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111530288592674083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111530288592674083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111530288592674083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111530288592674083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/05/ive-still-got-it.html' title='I&apos;ve Still Got It.'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111514251693035095</id><published>2005-05-03T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T13:48:36.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan Adams and the Cardinals</title><summary type='text'>Well, I picked up my reserved copy of Ryan Adams and the Cardinals.  I love it and have eagerly anticipated it for far too long.  I have not taken it out of rotation all day.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111514251693035095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111514251693035095' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111514251693035095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111514251693035095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/05/ryan-adams-and-cardinals.html' title='Ryan Adams and the Cardinals'/><author><name>Bert Ferkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289933347741692089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.mulletjunky.com/webimages/nosepicker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111507906282185986</id><published>2005-05-02T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T22:23:47.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexual Harassment?</title><summary type='text'>Dalythoughts.com links to this article by a twenty year old intern.Yet, seven years on, each new crop of eager and wide-eyed interns arrives like fresh prey for the city's political predators. Far from dampening the instincts of the political classes, the Lewinsky scandal appears to have egged them on. Monica has given us a bad reputation. Yet the only incident that she can point to is what she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111507906282185986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111507906282185986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111507906282185986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111507906282185986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/05/sexual-harassment.html' title='Sexual Harassment?'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111499952391881145</id><published>2005-05-01T21:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T22:07:37.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful Dead</title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm glad everyone woke up and is posting again.  And since we're on the topic of music, I've been looking for a good Grateful Dead album, but there are so many to choose from.  I almost bought the Grateful Dead Movie Soundtrack today, but I wasn't sure if it is any good, or if it is something like, I don't know, an instrumental, a mistake I once made with a Pink Floyd album.  Anyway, anyone</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111499952391881145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111499952391881145' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111499952391881145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111499952391881145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/05/grateful-dead.html' title='Grateful Dead'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111499116746100292</id><published>2005-05-01T19:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T19:46:07.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Albums, Bdiddy Style</title><summary type='text'>Well, Kaphar has inspired me to list my latest music finds and experiences. I saw Ben Folds, Howie Day, and Matt Nathanson live last weekend in Rhode's Island, USA.  Matt Nathanson lit up the show with some crude comedy and quickly won the attention of the audience. Howie Day proved that his education hasn't spanned further than the seventh grade, and Ben Folds pulled off a fist-pumping show </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111499116746100292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111499116746100292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111499116746100292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111499116746100292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-albums-bdiddy-style.html' title='New Albums, Bdiddy Style'/><author><name>B-diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16161473405479215551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://mulletjunky.com/states/images/buck.fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111498790624149848</id><published>2005-05-01T18:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T18:51:46.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new albums</title><summary type='text'>i am trying to decide which album is worth my next purchase so if anyone has any of these let me know how they are.Jack JohnsonBen Folds - Songs for SilvermanThe BraveryHot Hot HeatArcade Fire - FuneralThe Stills (not sure which album is the best by them, i have heard some of their songs and like                              them so any input would be helpful)StarSailorSaves the DayHey Mercedesif</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111498790624149848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111498790624149848' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111498790624149848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111498790624149848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-albums.html' title='new albums'/><author><name>jesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111498058582468293</id><published>2005-05-01T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T18:18:18.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"..I'm cursed by all ambitious thought.."</title><summary type='text'>about my most recent concert experience.......The Format is one of the greatest bands of our time. everything i find out about these guys makes my devotion to the band grow deeper. there is a nice write up about them in the new issue of Relevant Magazine. the lead singer of this band (Nate) is only 21 and the other band member (Sam), whose instruments include guitars (6&amp;12 string, slide), </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111498058582468293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111498058582468293' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111498058582468293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111498058582468293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-cursed-by-all-ambitious-thought.html' title='&quot;..I&apos;m cursed by all ambitious thought..&quot;'/><author><name>jesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111473692458637939</id><published>2005-04-28T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T10:46:57.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nathan D. Hasbin</title><summary type='text'>This post has been a long time coming.  Kaphar and I did have the opportunity of seeing Nathan D. Hasbin the other day.  It was great to see Hasbin and Mrs. Hasbin, too.  I didn't even consider asking Mrs. Hasbin if I could hold the little fellow, seeing how, in Hasbin's words, he's breakable.  Much to my surprise, Mrs. Hasbin was more than willing.  Nathan is not yet sure what will result from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111473692458637939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111473692458637939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111473692458637939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111473692458637939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/nathan-d-hasbin.html' title='Nathan D. Hasbin'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111443541458053471</id><published>2005-04-25T09:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T09:23:34.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you................Format</title><summary type='text'>Kaphar and I went to a concert on Wednesday.  The headliner was Jimmy Eat World, however the main reason Kaphar and I were going was to catch the Format.  They opened up the show and much as we expected proceeded to blow my hair back.  I sat with Kaphar to the right of the stage and shook my moneymaker.  I loved everybit of hearing them play.  After the show Kaphar and I got to meet and say few </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111443541458053471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111443541458053471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111443541458053471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111443541458053471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/thank-youformat.html' title='Thank you................Format'/><author><name>Bert Ferkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289933347741692089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.mulletjunky.com/webimages/nosepicker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111437771032046701</id><published>2005-04-24T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T19:33:40.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dig</title><summary type='text'>The documentary, Dig, begins with the story of Anton Newcombe, founder of the band, Brian Jonestown Massacre. The band strikes a friendship with the Dandy Warhols, an early 90's psychedelic band whom I liked before watching the documentary, but not as much afterwards.  Dig essentially traces the story of the self-destruction of Anton Newcombe, a talented musician who is seemingly unable to pull </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111437771032046701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111437771032046701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111437771032046701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111437771032046701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/dig.html' title='Dig'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111409511829005588</id><published>2005-04-21T10:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T10:51:58.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats to Harksey</title><summary type='text'>Congratulations are in order for John Harkes on being inducted into the National Soccer Hall of Fame. I first became a John Harkes fan in the 1994 World Cup (which made me a lifelong soccer fan) in which he played in instrumental role in the United States' shocking upset of Columbia and surprising advancement to the second round of the Cup. He then gave up a successful career in the English </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111409511829005588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111409511829005588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111409511829005588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111409511829005588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/congrats-to-harksey.html' title='Congrats to Harksey'/><author><name>Lukin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111393897544436287</id><published>2005-04-19T15:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T15:29:35.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Good Articles</title><summary type='text'>I know we try not to get to political on this blog these days. But if you're interested in that sort of thing I've read two fascinating Supreme Court-related articles in the last week. One is a great profile of Justice Scalia in the New Yorker: "Supreme Confidence," the other is a scathing indictment of Justice Blackmun's excessive reliance on his law clerks (Legal Affairs):  "The Brains Behind </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111393897544436287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111393897544436287' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111393897544436287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111393897544436287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/two-good-articles.html' title='Two Good Articles'/><author><name>Lukin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111385906788720570</id><published>2005-04-18T17:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T17:30:29.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan</title><summary type='text'>With all this talk of folk/alternative (mostly by me), I picked up the father of folk/alt, "The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan", in Borders today.  As I was listening to some samples and skimming the Nation, I found a book review about a book on Dylan, "Like a Rolling Stone."   I don't know about the book, but I will say that pulling out your old Bob Dylan albums is certainly worth it.Well, my telephone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111385906788720570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111385906788720570' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111385906788720570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111385906788720570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/freewheelin-bob-dylan.html' title='The Freewheelin&apos; Bob Dylan'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111384814878296596</id><published>2005-04-18T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T14:20:25.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nathan, Baby Food, Concerts and Backpacks</title><summary type='text'>Kaphar is so pumped about the Format show he and Bert are going to on Wednesday, he's taking the whole day off work.  So, he and I decided we should go visit Hasbin, the Mrs., and Nathan.  I'm trying to think of a great gift for Nathan (besides putting my hand of blessing on his head), but Hasbin keeps bluffing and telling me they don't need anything.  I warned him that I'm going to give him a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111384814878296596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111384814878296596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111384814878296596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111384814878296596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/nathan-baby-food-concerts-and.html' title='Nathan, Baby Food, Concerts and Backpacks'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111383892644194649</id><published>2005-04-18T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T11:42:06.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Apartment</title><summary type='text'>I went apartment shopping on Saturday, and found a new apartment.  I have to go drop off the security deposit and sign the papers tomorrow.  I got a sweet apartment right in downtown DC.  It is on Connecticut Ave. at the corner of Connecticut and Cathedral.  I am thrilled because I am only one block to a metro station and only two metro stops too work.  You aren't the only city boy anymore Paul.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111383892644194649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111383892644194649' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111383892644194649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111383892644194649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-apartment.html' title='New Apartment'/><author><name>Bert Ferkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289933347741692089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.mulletjunky.com/webimages/nosepicker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111383876031673527</id><published>2005-04-18T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T11:39:20.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So, its been a while</title><summary type='text'>Yes, for the past few weeks,  Reinhold and I have been going to concerts like crazy.  This wednesday, Kaphar and I are going to see Jimmy Eat World and the Format.  I am really excited to see the format. On to more important concerts.  I am about to hit the pinnacle of my existence on May 7th.  Me and some friends are driving to Knoxville, TN to see the Ryan Adams show, and then coming back to DC</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111383876031673527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111383876031673527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111383876031673527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111383876031673527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-its-been-while.html' title='So, its been a while'/><author><name>Bert Ferkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289933347741692089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.mulletjunky.com/webimages/nosepicker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111369133716535054</id><published>2005-04-16T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T18:43:11.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eavesdropping</title><summary type='text'>I overheard an elderly man say, "When you're my age, you don't buy green bananas."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111369133716535054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111369133716535054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111369133716535054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111369133716535054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/eavesdropping.html' title='Eavesdropping'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111365694463322822</id><published>2005-04-16T08:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T09:37:35.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bert, Music and Another Good Time...</title><summary type='text'>Even though Bert has all but deleted his name from our list of contributors to TJP, that guy knows good music when he hears it.  The Josh Rouse concert was excellent.  I met Bert and Kat at his house in the early evening.  We had a bumpy road there, what with Bert failing to fill up with gas before we left and subsequently making the mistake of trying to pull off of an exit in Maryland (hint: gas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111365694463322822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111365694463322822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111365694463322822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111365694463322822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/bert-music-and-another-good-time.html' title='Bert, Music and Another Good Time...'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111365549380853499</id><published>2005-04-16T08:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T08:44:53.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Vegetable Surprise</title><summary type='text'>Feeling hungry last night, I decided to microwave some left-overs.  When I got the porkchop out of the microwave, I set the plate on the counter and began sawing through the old piece of meat.  Only about 75 percent of my plate was on the table, though, and I tried to come down with a forceful chop on the part of the plate that was leaning over the table.  Unfortunately, almost like stepping on a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111365549380853499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111365549380853499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111365549380853499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111365549380853499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/mixed-vegetable-surprise.html' title='Mixed Vegetable Surprise'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111322492705707682</id><published>2005-04-11T09:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T15:38:11.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mason Jennings, Ryan Adams, Josh Rouse and Bert's Apartment</title><summary type='text'>Bert, Mork, Mindy, and K-k-k-k-k-k-katmandu(I think it's really where I'm goin' toHey, if I ever get out of hereI'm goin' to Katmandu [Bob Seger])went to the Mason Jennings show the other night.  We began the evening sitting around Bert's apartment.  I would have been content to just sit around and talk all night.  I love hanging out at Bert's apartment.  He's a congenial host.  And as B-diddy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111322492705707682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111322492705707682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111322492705707682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111322492705707682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/mason-jennings-ryan-adams-josh-rouse.html' title='Mason Jennings, Ryan Adams, Josh Rouse and Bert&apos;s Apartment'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111298470620041838</id><published>2005-04-08T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T14:26:31.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Night in T-Town</title><summary type='text'>Despite Toronto being a Canadian city, it's actually extremely cool.  I love the place and would describe it as a small NYC.  Toronto has great Pubs, (they hand you your drink and always reply "Cheers", which is an old British saying I was told) a coffee shop on each corner, (which I am sure the majority of TJP would appreciate) and dozens upon dozens of hot, trendy women.  Each and every time I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111298470620041838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111298470620041838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111298470620041838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111298470620041838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/tuesday-night-in-t-town.html' title='Tuesday Night in T-Town'/><author><name>B-diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16161473405479215551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://mulletjunky.com/states/images/buck.fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111296064566085822</id><published>2005-04-08T07:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T07:45:41.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Dark Ages...</title><summary type='text'>I finally got a camera phone and duly discarded my old sledge hammer (as Bert called it) that resembles an original cordless phone.  I haven't set everything up on the new one yet, or else I would post some sweet pictures.  As soon as I do, though, brace yourself for some snazzy shots.  But this phone even has internet access.  So I should be able to keep up to the minute tabs on everyone's posts</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111296064566085822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111296064566085822' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111296064566085822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111296064566085822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/out-of-dark-ages_08.html' title='Out of the Dark Ages...'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111275702161695538</id><published>2005-04-05T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T23:10:21.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its That Time of Year</title><summary type='text'>Well its the third best time of year again -- spring. Yesterday I had the good fortune of attending opening day for the Orioles. It was a blast. The stadium was packed (you've got to give Baltimoreans credit for strongly supporting their teams). It was Sammy Sosa's first game for the O's, so the crowd was really into it. It was awesome to see him do that trademark sprint into the outfield in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111275702161695538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111275702161695538' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111275702161695538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111275702161695538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-that-time-of-year.html' title='Its That Time of Year'/><author><name>Lukin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111275631853859652</id><published>2005-04-05T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T22:58:38.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Loser</title><summary type='text'>That's me. I was in two march madness pools and I came up 2nd in both of them. In the one I schooled Bert and Reinhold ... in the art of dumb luck. In the other one (the typical office pool), I came up two points short of winning. But speaking of dumb luck, I understand that Finch won his office pool. He's also a lifelong Carolina fan, so I guess congrats are in order.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111275631853859652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111275631853859652' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111275631853859652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111275631853859652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/first-loser.html' title='First Loser'/><author><name>Lukin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111235881750935111</id><published>2005-04-01T07:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T07:37:34.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nathan Daniel Perdue</title><summary type='text'>I hadn't talked to Hasbin for awhile, but on Saturday night, about 7:26 (according to my phone records), I called him to see if he and Mrs. Hasbin would like to go to Arlington and hang out with Lukin, Kaphar, Bert and me.  My call went straight to his voice mail.  Of course, I conditioned my request by saying, "but hey, if Nathan's going to be born soon, then don't worry about making the trip, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111235881750935111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111235881750935111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111235881750935111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111235881750935111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/nathan-daniel-perdue.html' title='Nathan Daniel Perdue'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111231409963719414</id><published>2005-03-31T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T19:09:25.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The All Night Runs</title><summary type='text'>(And I'm not talking about irritable bowel syndrome.)  I'm sure you've all been sitting at the bar on your birthday, pounding some brew, when you decide to get up and run all night--in gardening shoes.  No?  Well, Dean Karnazes certainly has.  On his thirtieth birthday he did just that.  When he reached his twenty-fifth mile, he stopped, looked into the sky, and said, "this is where I belong...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111231409963719414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111231409963719414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111231409963719414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111231409963719414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/03/all-night-runs.html' title='The All Night Runs'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111137690819849752</id><published>2005-03-20T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T22:48:28.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><summary type='text'>Here goes my weekend update.  I went to two Buffalo Bandits (professional lacrosse) games and partied with the players Friday night at the local bar.  It was a great time, shooting whiskey, smoking cigars, and listening to the latest turf toe injuries on the team through a slurred speeched player.  When I encounter road rage situation I usually laugh them off because there isn't much you can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111137690819849752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111137690819849752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111137690819849752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111137690819849752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/03/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>B-diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16161473405479215551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://mulletjunky.com/states/images/buck.fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111115697634893655</id><published>2005-03-18T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T10:08:54.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You have Received an "F"</title><summary type='text'>I randomly checked my school e-mail account the other day, something I rarely do.  To my shock and awe, I had an e-mail with the subject, "No Progress in Courses." I'm taking my last class online and take tests on my own and mail them in.  So I nervously checked the e-mail. "A review of your courses indicates that you have not submitted any coursework.  As a result, you have been assigned a grade</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111115697634893655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111115697634893655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111115697634893655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111115697634893655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-have-received-f.html' title='You have Received an &quot;F&quot;'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111111377015864617</id><published>2005-03-17T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T21:42:50.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the Part Where You Say...</title><summary type='text'>Baseball players testified before Congress today. But it seems the Congressmen are not quite as adept at examining witnesses as we might wish. According to one report, here is how Mark McGuire handled direct questions about his possible steroid use:McGwire, peering at lawmakers over reading glasses and his goatee now flecked with gray, was pressed to say whether he had taken performance-enhancing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111111377015864617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111111377015864617' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111111377015864617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111111377015864617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/03/heres-part-where-you-say.html' title='Here&apos;s the Part Where You Say...'/><author><name>Lukin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111102315759375059</id><published>2005-03-16T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T20:32:37.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumbass</title><summary type='text'>I would like to state for the record it has been a while since I've posted and I am a dumbass</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111102315759375059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111102315759375059' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111102315759375059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111102315759375059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/03/dumbass.html' title='Dumbass'/><author><name>Almost A Hasbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09592339845576354956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111102239678918257</id><published>2005-03-16T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T20:19:56.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoop heaven</title><summary type='text'>Coming to you from the house of hoops-If you dont know yet, I have a new job.  The greatest job in the universe.  I am the asst athletic director at a brand new Boys and Girls club in Manassas.  It is a sweet position with alot of fun and interaction with the kids.  Most of the TJP have or do still play basketball, well our building has 3 gyms.  One hardwood, one carpet, and one rubber.  It is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111102239678918257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111102239678918257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111102239678918257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111102239678918257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/03/hoop-heaven_111102239678918257.html' title='Hoop heaven'/><author><name>Almost A Hasbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09592339845576354956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111091356669551875</id><published>2005-03-15T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T14:06:06.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophy in Plain English</title><summary type='text'>For those of you, like myself, who lack a strong background in philosophy and wish to strengthen that background, might be interested in this web-site, Early Modern Philosophy.  The creator of the readings, Jonathan Bennett, has attempted to overcome the language barrier that we face when reading these philosophers.  I read through some of Descartes and plan to read the rest of them.  Bennet, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111091356669551875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111091356669551875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111091356669551875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111091356669551875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/03/philosophy-in-plain-english.html' title='Philosophy in Plain English'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111085295455660034</id><published>2005-03-14T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T21:15:54.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Old Fashioned Debate</title><summary type='text'>A few weeks ago I posted about an online debate over the merits of affirmative action in law school admissions. My post was promptly mocked by Bert so I deleted it. I won't bore you with the topic of the debate going on right now, but I do want to encourage everyone to check out these weekly online debates.The website of the magazine Legal Affairs has a page called "Debate Club." Each week two </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111085295455660034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111085295455660034' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111085295455660034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111085295455660034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/03/good-old-fashioned-debate.html' title='A Good Old Fashioned Debate'/><author><name>Lukin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111081501748970980</id><published>2005-03-14T07:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T10:43:37.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Handicapped Kid</title><summary type='text'>This is not a post to make fun of the handicapped kid that I ran into at Borders the other day.  Rather, it is a post to share with you how bizarre this encounter was.  I was in the restroom at Borders, making my way to the sink.  I saw a handicapped kid at the sink already, washing his hands.  He was just shorter than my shoulder, and his head sat at a 45 degree angle, and he was breathing heavy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111081501748970980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111081501748970980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111081501748970980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111081501748970980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/03/handicapped-kid.html' title='Handicapped Kid'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111066618676887643</id><published>2005-03-12T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T17:23:06.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jayhawks</title><summary type='text'>. After canvassing the whole Western side of New York I finally found The Jayhawks latest album "Rainy Day Music".  I leafed through so many CD bins my fingers look like they just went through a glass bottle recycler.  I shit a literal cinder block when I finally came across the "Limited Version" of the album.  But, let me be the first to tell you it was totally worth the 15 dollars in gas, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111066618676887643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111066618676887643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111066618676887643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111066618676887643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/03/jayhawks.html' title='The Jayhawks'/><author><name>B-diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16161473405479215551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://mulletjunky.com/states/images/buck.fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111049639192452258</id><published>2005-03-10T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T18:34:34.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Time, Send the First Team</title><summary type='text'>I know it was only a "friendly," i.e., not an official match. In fact, it was a tune up for the Mexico game in a couple weeks. But it sure was great to see that the U.S. handed Colombia their ass in California last night, 3-nil. Its important to recognize that even though Colombia didn't bring their best players, neither did we! Four of the American starters had never played a national team game,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111049639192452258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111049639192452258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111049639192452258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111049639192452258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/03/next-time-send-first-team.html' title='Next Time, Send the First Team'/><author><name>Lukin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111049386008000252</id><published>2005-03-10T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T22:35:17.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Going Simply Bananas</title><summary type='text'>I bought an iPod last night and am convinced it is the single most valuable investment I have ever made.  This piece of machinery is simply unbelievable.  I can carry over 1500 songs with me "On the Go".  It is by model, an iPod mini with 6GBs of storage.  It cost a cool 200 with the college student discount.  I'll tell you what, this piece of equipment is revolutionizing my life.  This Fall </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111049386008000252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111049386008000252' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111049386008000252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111049386008000252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-am-going-simply-bananas.html' title='I Am Going Simply Bananas'/><author><name>B-diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16161473405479215551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://mulletjunky.com/states/images/buck.fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111030703709344663</id><published>2005-03-08T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T13:37:17.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple Eagles All the Way</title><summary type='text'>Its a shame that LU didn't win their conference. But a friend of mine is from Niagara University. They won their conference yesterday and made it to the big dance for the first time in 35 years (he actually made the trip back to the edge of the known world to be at the game). What's hilarious is that their best player is Canadian. Watch out David Stern, an invasion from the north is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111030703709344663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111030703709344663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111030703709344663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111030703709344663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/03/purple-eagles-all-way.html' title='Purple Eagles All the Way'/><author><name>Lukin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111029021644912303</id><published>2005-03-08T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T08:56:56.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, April 12th</title><summary type='text'>Alright for the small price of 17.50 you can attend the most earth shattering musical performance outside of a Ryan Adams concert.  I would like for Kaphar, and his wife should she like, Lukin, and his wife should she like, Reinhold, B-Diddy to attend the Josh Rouse concert with me on the night of Tuesday April 12th at the Rams Head Tavern in Annapolis, MD.  There...... you Baltimore bastards </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111029021644912303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111029021644912303' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111029021644912303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111029021644912303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/03/tuesday-april-12th.html' title='Tuesday, April 12th'/><author><name>Bert Ferkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289933347741692089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.mulletjunky.com/webimages/nosepicker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111024592996782114</id><published>2005-03-07T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T20:38:49.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Nats!</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, it sounds pretty stupid. But the Post has taken to calling the new Washington Nationals baseball team "the Nats." It reminds me of a professor I had named Natt. He was often seen trotting across campus with a less-than-masculine-looking stride when he was late for class. It was like he ran using only his toes with no arm movement.Anyway, back to baseball. I'm not much of a baseball fan for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111024592996782114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111024592996782114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111024592996782114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111024592996782114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/03/go-nats_07.html' title='Go Nats!'/><author><name>Lukin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111020493145586194</id><published>2005-03-07T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T09:25:04.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>F'n UNC</title><summary type='text'>UNC beat Duke 75-73.  This loss is frustrating on several different levels.  But at the same time it's encouraging.  It's frustrating that Duke missed three of their last five free throws.  It's also frustrating that, after a nine point lead with three minutes to go, they handed UNC the win.  But let's be honest,  Sean May scored 26 points and had 24 rebounds for UNC.  That's never going to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111020493145586194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111020493145586194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111020493145586194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111020493145586194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/03/fn-unc.html' title='F&apos;n UNC'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-111017220919646568</id><published>2005-03-07T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T00:10:09.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes You Can</title><summary type='text'>Paul's post (on aphasic.ranting) about the homeless man reminded me of a story I meant to post a while back. I was strolling down the street on my way to get a cup of coffee a few weeks ago. The cloudy day had me in a fairly melancholy mood (nothing out of the ordinary there). I saw a homeless guy walking on the opposite side of the street coming toward me. He was talking loudly to himself (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111017220919646568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=111017220919646568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111017220919646568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/111017220919646568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/03/yes-you-can.html' title='Yes You Can'/><author><name>Lukin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110986407199253713</id><published>2005-03-03T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T10:53:14.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Runner's World</title><summary type='text'>I no longer have a proper venue for my competitive nature.  I used to leave it all on the basketball court.  But now, as always, it's difficult to find anywhere to play.  Before, I had the freedom and seemingly unlimited time to find obscure gymnasiums to sneak into.  Hasbin supposedly works somewhere that has open gym a few nights a week, but he's evidently available neither by phone nor the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110986407199253713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110986407199253713' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110986407199253713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110986407199253713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/03/runners-world.html' title='Runner&apos;s World'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110968268291183199</id><published>2005-03-01T08:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T08:37:53.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The album cover</title><summary type='text'>This is the album cover for Josh Rouse's new album. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110968268291183199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110968268291183199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110968268291183199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110968268291183199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/03/album-cover.html' title='The album cover'/><author><name>Bert Ferkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289933347741692089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.mulletjunky.com/webimages/nosepicker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110968259241521133</id><published>2005-03-01T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T08:37:08.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Josh Rouse's new album-Nashville</title><summary type='text'>Josh Rouse's new album-"Nashville" came out on Feb 22nd.  It is a great album and everyone should check it out.  I read one review and the critic said it was a beautiful mix of Bob Dylan and Neil Young.  In my opinion there aren't too many people who it is better to be compared to.  Anyways, I hope everyone will atleast listen too it, if not purchase it.In other news.  Kaphar recommeded Bright </summary><link rel='related' href='http://joshrouse.com' title='Josh Rouse&apos;s new album-Nashville'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110968259241521133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110968259241521133' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110968259241521133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110968259241521133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/03/josh-rouses-new-album-nashville.html' title='Josh Rouse&apos;s new album-Nashville'/><author><name>Bert Ferkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289933347741692089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.mulletjunky.com/webimages/nosepicker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110928133808363773</id><published>2005-02-24T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T16:42:18.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Depression</title><summary type='text'>I'm been meaning to post about last weekend also but I've been in a deep state of depression.  I'm counting last weekend the greatest highlight of my whole life.  I don't think I've ever stayed up so late, laughed so hard, shit so much, as I did this past weekend.  And now I'm home, working my 9 to 5 and only getting a seldom chance to glance out the window at the frozen tundra.  On top of all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110928133808363773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110928133808363773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110928133808363773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110928133808363773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/02/no-depression.html' title='No Depression'/><author><name>B-diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16161473405479215551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://mulletjunky.com/states/images/buck.fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110927501116124896</id><published>2005-02-24T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T14:56:51.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Up With Duke?</title><summary type='text'>I turned on the TV with nine minutes left in the Duke game last night.  They had only scored nine points in the second half, to Georgia Tech's six.  They broke a 49-49 tie with just over three minutes remaining.  What the heck?  They just scored over 100 on the number four team in the country.  What's going on?  These guys are so unpredictable.  J.J. Redick had another stellar game, with 21 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110927501116124896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110927501116124896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110927501116124896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110927501116124896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/02/whats-up-with-duke.html' title='What&apos;s Up With Duke?'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110925424488814337</id><published>2005-02-24T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T09:10:44.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah, I think you know whats been going on</title><summary type='text'>Here I am sitting in the drivers seat at the computer in my office watching the snow fall.  Geez its beautiful.  I am in a good mood, and that is why I am blasting a little Josh Rouse on the computer, and windmilling my arms into all kinds of dancing configurations.  I just had my morning coffee, which can pretty much assure that the morning crap is not far behind.  I am leaving for Florida </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110925424488814337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110925424488814337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110925424488814337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110925424488814337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/02/oh-yeah-i-think-you-know-whats-been.html' title='Oh yeah, I think you know whats been going on'/><author><name>Bert Ferkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289933347741692089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.mulletjunky.com/webimages/nosepicker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110917097388796766</id><published>2005-02-23T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T12:22:24.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary of the Last Few Weeks</title><summary type='text'>I tried to post this the other day, when it was a "Summary of the Past Ten Days." Well, my computer froze, I lost a solid post, and now Sukie's saying we suck for not posting.    I'm glad someone's saying what I'm thinking--so I don't have to.Anyway, February 12th, Saturday, I flew to Buffalo, NY, to B-diddy's sister's wedding.    It went well, aside from the awkward period when the groom's two </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110917097388796766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110917097388796766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110917097388796766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110917097388796766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/02/summary-of-last-few-weeks.html' title='Summary of the Last Few Weeks'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110913111327075503</id><published>2005-02-22T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T23:06:13.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Borders and Immature Teenagers</title><summary type='text'>I went to Borders tonight, to 1) work on my class that I'm dreadfully behind on and 2) to escape my house.  About the time I found a seat, three high-school guys made their grand entrance--scraping chairs across the floor and laughing at themselves.  I immediately left the cafe and found an easy chair to relax in, right in front of the CD's.  I laid down my work in the chair next to me, as I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110913111327075503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110913111327075503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110913111327075503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110913111327075503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/02/borders-and-immature-teenagers.html' title='Borders and Immature Teenagers'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110913025178895670</id><published>2005-02-22T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T23:00:34.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Piltdown Man--News from Germany</title><summary type='text'>German anthropologist made things up regarding evolution.  Just thought this would be interesting in light of our discussion--though not necessarily saying anything about the broader scope of evolutionary theory.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110913025178895670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110913025178895670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110913025178895670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110913025178895670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/02/piltdown-man-news-from-germany.html' title='Piltdown Man--News from Germany'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110831095218680990</id><published>2005-02-13T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T08:32:25.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now, Let's Split--Like My Pants</title><summary type='text'>I planned to leave this story with you before I split -- like my pants -- to New York for the wedding of B-diddy's sister.  I simply ran short of time, but that's just fine, because I remember every detail of this story.  That said, I've largely avoided completely embarrassing moments--like forgetting the words to the national anthem while singing a solo (which is easily avoided, as I generally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110831095218680990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110831095218680990' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110831095218680990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110831095218680990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/02/now-lets-split-like-my-pants.html' title='Now, Let&apos;s Split--Like My Pants'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110791878384342225</id><published>2005-02-08T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T07:33:22.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Origin of Species</title><summary type='text'>NPR's morning edition raised the topic of evolution and Intelligent Design.  Various people said that Intelligent Design is merely a religious and philosophical position that crumbles under rigorous scientific tests; still others said that Darwinism harbors major gaps that have yet to be explained.  An astronomy professor from Harvard University weighed in with his acceptance of intelligent </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110791878384342225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110791878384342225' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110791878384342225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110791878384342225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/02/origin-of-species.html' title='Origin of Species'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110783091830202223</id><published>2005-02-07T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T21:48:38.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Appears To Be A Promising Weekend</title><summary type='text'>This weekend will no doubt go down in the history books.  My sister is getting hitched Saturday night and I got Reinhold and the Irishman coming up for the wedding.  Should be a real heel kicker.  I've gone to great lengths to make this wedding go down as smoothly as possible.  I got sheared the other night and lost a large portion on my lion's mane.  I've got to house old college enemies out of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110783091830202223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110783091830202223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110783091830202223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110783091830202223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-appears-to-be-promising-weekend.html' title='What Appears To Be A Promising Weekend'/><author><name>B-diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16161473405479215551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://mulletjunky.com/states/images/buck.fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110748052505231875</id><published>2005-02-05T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T18:41:48.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm pretty "Keane" on " Bright Eyes"</title><summary type='text'>i splurged a little last weekend and purchased the Bright Eyes cd "Digital Ashes in a Digital Urn", on sale for 7.99. the variety of instruments used throughout the making of this cd create a beautiful blend of pop songs. i was so moved by this cd that I went out on Monday night and purchased their other new release "I'm Awake, Its Morning". This cd is just as quality although very different. "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110748052505231875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110748052505231875' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110748052505231875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110748052505231875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-pretty-keane-on-bright-eyes.html' title='i&apos;m pretty &quot;Keane&quot; on &quot; Bright Eyes&quot;'/><author><name>jesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110748784407941787</id><published>2005-02-03T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T22:30:44.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Government Cheese</title><summary type='text'>"I'm a fat lazy fuck. And uncle sam keeps me that way. I need food stamps and welfare because I'm a moron. I cant read, I cant write, I serve no purpose in society except to sit around and complain.  Talking about the "good old days"  when you could buy a moon pie, soda pop and a vinal record for a shiney nickel.  Well fuck you.  I take free cheese because I'm disabled-boofuckinghoo-  I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110748784407941787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110748784407941787' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110748784407941787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110748784407941787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/02/government-cheese.html' title='Government Cheese'/><author><name>Almost A Hasbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09592339845576354956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110739280603546324</id><published>2005-02-02T19:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T07:22:42.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're All Gonzaga Fans</title><summary type='text'>I'm a huge basketball fan, and Duke fan.  Deep down, though, I think we're all Gonzaga fans.  They're always making a run in March, and they always have unique players--a welcomed break from the corn rows that have become as akin to the sport as the, well, basketball.  Check Adam Morrison out, for example.  Would that more basketball players took on this look.  Gonzaga perennially has a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110739280603546324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110739280603546324' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110739280603546324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110739280603546324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/02/were-all-gonzaga-fans_02.html' title='We&apos;re All Gonzaga Fans'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110739068833090014</id><published>2005-02-02T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T19:31:28.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Emma's</title><summary type='text'>Let's just say, I can't wait to go to Baltimore to visit Lukin...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110739068833090014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110739068833090014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110739068833090014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110739068833090014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/02/red-emmas.html' title='Red Emma&apos;s'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110711191984950909</id><published>2005-01-30T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T14:12:49.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Napolean Dynamite Episode II: Kip Dynamite </title><summary type='text'>Well in the sequel Kip Dynamite (me) marries Summer Wheatley (mrs. kaphar)...Kip DynamiteSummer Wheatley</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110711191984950909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110711191984950909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110711191984950909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110711191984950909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/napolean-dynamite-episode-ii-kip.html' title='Napolean Dynamite Episode II: Kip Dynamite '/><author><name>jesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110703735661453190</id><published>2005-01-29T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T17:22:36.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoned Temple Revolver.....i mean.... Guns and Pilots....err... Velvet Roses.....uhhh</title><summary type='text'>  i just finished watching a great Velvet Revolver video. i was actually very surprised by how good the video for the song "Falling To Pieces" was.  it was great to see how the old Guns and Roses guys and the old STP front man could still make music/videos that were so filled with emotion and relevant/popular in today's music market. i actually felt the emotion and struggle Scott portrayed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110703735661453190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110703735661453190' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110703735661453190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110703735661453190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/stoned-temple-revolveri-mean-guns-and.html' title='Stoned Temple Revolver.....i mean.... Guns and Pilots....err... Velvet Roses.....uhhh'/><author><name>jesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110703059873297792</id><published>2005-01-29T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T15:29:58.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Napoleon Dynamite Character are You?</title><summary type='text'>Like anyone could even know that.  Here are my results:Napoleon Dyanamite(Please rate my quiz) Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110703059873297792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110703059873297792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110703059873297792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110703059873297792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/which-napoleon-dynamite-character-are_29.html' title='Which Napoleon Dynamite Character are You?'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110701999492819854</id><published>2005-01-29T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T12:37:20.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing about the Days of Old</title><summary type='text'>Well, Hasbin and I visited our old high school for a basketball game last night.  Never have I seen such a dead place in my life.  Not only was the warm-up music on the organ missing, but warm-up music in general was missing.  Competition has plummeted.  Though I hated our fans when I played, they at least cheered.  I didn't recognize anyone except a few staff members, many of whom straight up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110701999492819854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110701999492819854' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110701999492819854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110701999492819854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/reminiscing-about-days-of-old.html' title='Reminiscing about the Days of Old'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110692351413191883</id><published>2005-01-28T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T09:46:53.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More B-diddy pictures(as a youngster)</title><summary type='text'>I found yet another picture of B-diddy as a youth. This is him and his younger sister.  As you can tell he really was a lot bigger in this picture.  He slimmed down when he became a young evangelist.    Overall though, he was the greatest child ever born. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110692351413191883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110692351413191883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110692351413191883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110692351413191883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/more-b-diddy-picturesas-youngster.html' title='More B-diddy pictures(as a youngster)'/><author><name>Bert Ferkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289933347741692089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.mulletjunky.com/webimages/nosepicker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110692101851662695</id><published>2005-01-28T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T09:03:38.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for some amusement</title><summary type='text'>I thought some of you guys would get a kick out of this Napolean Dynamite soundboard.  It is just a whole bunch of sweet lines from the movie.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110692101851662695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110692101851662695' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110692101851662695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110692101851662695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/just-for-some-amusement.html' title='Just for some amusement'/><author><name>Bert Ferkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289933347741692089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.mulletjunky.com/webimages/nosepicker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110689301740113867</id><published>2005-01-28T01:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T01:19:10.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What'd Ferkner Do?</title><summary type='text'>A noticeably shaken up Bert called me the other night.  He said something about standing over a bridge, timing when he could land on the ornament of a hood.  Then I read his angry rant on this blog.  I froze when it finally hit me what was going on.  I just now regained consciousness...I may have just missed an entire day of my life, I don't know.  But count me in for the concert and dibs on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110689301740113867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110689301740113867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110689301740113867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110689301740113867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/whatd-ferkner-do.html' title='What&apos;d Ferkner Do?'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110688071677045916</id><published>2005-01-27T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T21:51:56.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you for being born, Ryan Adams</title><summary type='text'>3 new albums are coming out in the year 2005 from Ryan Adams.  Please everyone do yourself a favor and go check out his website.  I am pissing my pants in anticipation.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110688071677045916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110688071677045916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110688071677045916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110688071677045916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/thank-you-for-being-born-ryan-adams.html' title='Thank you for being born, Ryan Adams'/><author><name>Bert Ferkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289933347741692089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.mulletjunky.com/webimages/nosepicker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110687579465622229</id><published>2005-01-27T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T20:29:54.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts from recent news events</title><summary type='text'>first of all, i have yet to hear one good argument why terrorists should be subject to the Geneva Convention. they are not uniformed soldiers, they do not represent a nation state, and they are killers. we should use whatever tactics we can (within reason) to get information out of them. no, not what happened in Abu, that is totally different. i am talking about trained professional interrogators</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110687579465622229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110687579465622229' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110687579465622229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110687579465622229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/thoughts-from-recent-news-events.html' title='thoughts from recent news events'/><author><name>jesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110677363067271037</id><published>2005-01-26T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T16:07:10.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit, Damn, and Crap</title><summary type='text'>I am pissed.  I am visibly shaking in a blinding rage.  I am stewing mad.  I went through all the trouble of making an evite to get everyone together for the Pat Mcgee concert and now the damn show is sold out.  I want to burn my own legs with a magnifying glass... I want to go to a school for the blind and walk on their brail books with golf shoes, just so everyone else gets screwed over like me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110677363067271037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110677363067271037' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110677363067271037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110677363067271037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/shit-damn-and-crap.html' title='Shit, Damn, and Crap'/><author><name>Bert Ferkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289933347741692089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.mulletjunky.com/webimages/nosepicker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110669944395170743</id><published>2005-01-25T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T19:31:32.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin' The Cubicles...</title><summary type='text'>earlier today, i was sitting at work in my cube listening to Ben Folds as i type away, much like i am doing right now. in the blink of an eye, i was transported to another place. my monitor became the sold out MCI center. the keyboard to my computer is replaced by a grand piano. i am singing at the top of my lungs while jamming my heart out on the grand piano. next thing i know the song ends, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110669944395170743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110669944395170743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110669944395170743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110669944395170743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/rockin-cubicles.html' title='Rockin&apos; The Cubicles...'/><author><name>jesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110660909680684953</id><published>2005-01-24T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T18:27:48.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Can I Say?</title><summary type='text'>This legally blind son of a bitch can tickle the guitar strings so well that you'll be boxing your ears on your shoulders (if you know anything about shoulder dancing).The page also boasts a link to some Pre-Zeppelin Jimmy Page.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110660909680684953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110660909680684953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110660909680684953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110660909680684953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-can-i-say.html' title='What Can I Say?'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110650871023730109</id><published>2005-01-23T14:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T14:31:50.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...rocking this  party 8 days a week....</title><summary type='text'>just working at home when this song came on...the lyrics are so hilarious. afterhearing this song i began playing some of their other old songs paying closeattention to the lyrics...they are all rather funny.Beastie Boys - License To IllNo Sleep Til BrooklynFoot on the pedal never ever false metalEngine running hotter than a boiling kettleMy job's ain't a job it's a damn good timeCity </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110650871023730109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110650871023730109' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110650871023730109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110650871023730109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/rocking-this-party-8-days-week.html' title='...rocking this  party 8 days a week....'/><author><name>jesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110650602657902139</id><published>2005-01-23T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T13:47:06.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>American Football</title><summary type='text'>i am pretty excited about the up and coming football games today. they both are looking to be great games. my ideal superbowl game would be Atlanta vs Pittsburgh. unfortunately, i dont think that will happen.  contrary to popular opinion, i dont think both Phil and NE will win. one of them will go down.  of course, no matter which teams win or lose,  the Super Bowl will be an exciting game.does</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110650602657902139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110650602657902139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110650602657902139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110650602657902139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/american-football.html' title='American Football'/><author><name>jesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110649585892504793</id><published>2005-01-23T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T11:43:26.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Punk-Christian Son of a Preacher Man</title><summary type='text'>Today's NYTimes Magazine carries an article on Jay Bakker, voice for the nose, tongue, belly button, and nipple pierced culture.  Bakker launched a Christian outreach program, called Revolution, for these leather bracelet, tattoo, black finger nail polish, dog collar wearing outcasts.  They seek to reach a group of people rejected by the secular and Christian culture.  I do, however, find it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110649585892504793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110649585892504793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110649585892504793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110649585892504793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/punk-christian-son-of-preacher-man.html' title='The Punk-Christian Son of a Preacher Man'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110642142360059873</id><published>2005-01-22T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T14:47:06.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, Above Ground Swimming Pools, and Swing Sets</title><summary type='text'>As I sit here, enjoying winter manna tumbling onto earth from upon high, my attention keeps drifting from the delectable flakes of snow, to the neighbor's above ground swimming pool, set against the backdrop of a rusty, ne'er-used swing set.  Owning these structures is essentially giving the middle finger to decency.  This unfortunate condition reinforces my discussion with Bert about living in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110642142360059873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110642142360059873' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110642142360059873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110642142360059873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/snow-above-ground-swimming-pools-and.html' title='Snow, Above Ground Swimming Pools, and Swing Sets'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110641653505984878</id><published>2005-01-22T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T12:55:35.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good One, Kaphar</title><summary type='text'>So I called up Kaphar last night to cash in our long-planned double date. But since the mrs and I are a little short on cash I left him a message that we would have to cut the evening a little short. My message was something to the effect of: "we'd love to do dinner and a movie, but since we're a little short on funds, we'll probably just skip the movie." Hours later, when I'd already given up on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110641653505984878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110641653505984878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110641653505984878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110641653505984878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/good-one-kaphar.html' title='Good One, Kaphar'/><author><name>Lukin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110635530772921521</id><published>2005-01-21T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T19:55:07.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So True, So True</title><summary type='text'>Well it seems like everyone is on some sort of rampage trying to find their favorite post of the year.  While sifting through the archives I came across this little tittie twister posted by Lukin...Friction, Spark, Explosion Well, shit hit the f#@ at my wife's work last week. Thats right, her office finally descended into a storm of lying, name-calling, back-stabbing, job-quitting, etc. No </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110635530772921521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110635530772921521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110635530772921521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110635530772921521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-true-so-true.html' title='So True, So True'/><author><name>B-diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16161473405479215551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://mulletjunky.com/states/images/buck.fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110631896828762822</id><published>2005-01-21T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T09:49:28.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bert's personal favorite</title><summary type='text'>Even though I feel like I have been posting my ass off, I am still getting dogged by the likes of Reinhold for not posting my favorite of the past year.  So, this little beauty by none other than Diddy himself was my favorite.  I love you Diddy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110631896828762822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110631896828762822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110631896828762822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110631896828762822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/berts-personal-favorite.html' title='Bert&apos;s personal favorite'/><author><name>Bert Ferkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289933347741692089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.mulletjunky.com/webimages/nosepicker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110627768619562722</id><published>2005-01-20T22:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T08:22:41.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Could Have Been</title><summary type='text'>With a blizzard looming in the east coast's future, B-diddy decided against braving the elements this weekend, just for a mere Sister Hazel concert.  He said something about being afraid to drive on back roads.  I agree; and it would be better to plan a weekend when everyone can get together--though we'll have to do something that's free of charge since everyone refuses to spend money.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110627768619562722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110627768619562722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110627768619562722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110627768619562722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-could-have-been_20.html' title='What Could Have Been'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110626824683791427</id><published>2005-01-20T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T19:44:06.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive and pissed off</title><summary type='text'>I am glad to see that after that flurry of crazy posting everyone fell right back into their old patterns of not posting.  It was atleast a little comforting to see that Hasbin was alive for that brief minute he was around.Anyways, I hope everyone saw that crazy red van in the news two days ago.  The same red van that pulled up onto 15th Street and threatened that he had explosives in the back </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110626824683791427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110626824683791427' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110626824683791427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110626824683791427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-alive-and-pissed-off.html' title='I&apos;m alive and pissed off'/><author><name>Bert Ferkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289933347741692089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.mulletjunky.com/webimages/nosepicker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110606141124078945</id><published>2005-01-18T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T10:16:51.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch out Rock and Roll, here comes pop music</title><summary type='text'>Well, as Lukin said the other day, WHFS is now of the radio.  I am not a huge radio listener, because I can't stand the talking.  I want straight music, so I listen to cd's.  Anywho, this article talks about how Rock radio is dying due to younger generations listening to hip-hop and pop, and the older people listening to whatever the heck it is they do.  I am not a huge fan of modern rock and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110606141124078945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110606141124078945' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110606141124078945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110606141124078945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/watch-out-rock-and-roll-here-comes-pop.html' title='Watch out Rock and Roll, here comes pop music'/><author><name>Bert Ferkner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17289933347741692089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.mulletjunky.com/webimages/nosepicker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110600655414415924</id><published>2005-01-17T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T19:02:34.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wintry Mix</title><summary type='text'>Much of my January has been spent inside playing Xbox live.  The weather conditions are terrible leaving me no choice but to utilize the time honing in my Xbox skills.  I hope to find better entertainment and weather in Northern Virginia this weekend.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110600655414415924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110600655414415924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110600655414415924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110600655414415924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/wintry-mix.html' title='Wintry Mix'/><author><name>B-diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16161473405479215551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://mulletjunky.com/states/images/buck.fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110593232468328687</id><published>2005-01-16T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T22:30:44.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Songs Considered</title><summary type='text'>NPR's All Songs Considered lists some new music coming out this year, including Bright Eyes, Son Volt, and Kings of Leon.  There's some new bands on there that sound promising, too.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110593232468328687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110593232468328687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110593232468328687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110593232468328687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/all-songs-considered.html' title='All Songs Considered'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110582884003653717</id><published>2005-01-15T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T17:40:40.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Muse</title><summary type='text'>i just purchased the Muse cd "Absolution". after popping the cd into the car stereo, lets just say i was pumping my fist into the air with such rapid and powerful movements i had to stop by my local mechanic and replace my shattered windshield.for all you who care, Ryan Adams is my next cd to buy (as soon as Bert tells me which one to purchase)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110582884003653717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110582884003653717' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110582884003653717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110582884003653717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/muse.html' title='Muse'/><author><name>jesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110580875200934546</id><published>2005-01-15T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T21:05:37.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finch Sighting and My Favorite TJP Post</title><summary type='text'>Hung out with Finch the past couple nights. Good times, good times. We laughed, we...laughed some more. Also, he admitted as we looked through some pictures that when he sees the TJP members, your blogging pseudonyms come to mind before he even thinks of your real names. All in all, I'm not going to say it wasn't a good time; but I'm also not going to say I didn't have a blast.In other news, my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110580875200934546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110580875200934546' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110580875200934546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110580875200934546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/finch-sighting-and-my-favorite-tjp.html' title='Finch Sighting and My Favorite TJP Post'/><author><name>Lukin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110580774018142806</id><published>2005-01-15T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T11:52:17.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reinhold's Favorite Post I</title><summary type='text'>This post by Almost A. Hasbin is my favorite of our first year, or at least of last January.  I may post a few more favorites as I come across them. Scared pisslessLast night, as I dreamt of running for president and actually looking buff, I was awaken by an earth shattering kaboom! I have (had) a clock/radio hanging in my shower so I can dance on a wet surface while telling the time. It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110580774018142806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110580774018142806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110580774018142806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110580774018142806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/reinholds-favorite-post-i.html' title='Reinhold&apos;s Favorite Post I'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110580692209580371</id><published>2005-01-15T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T11:55:58.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Anniversary</title><summary type='text'>Well, I think we missed our one year anniversary by about two days.  I urge you all (we welcome comments too) to comb through last year's posts and repost, throughout the month of January, your favorite posts from TJP's inaugural year.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110580692209580371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110580692209580371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110580692209580371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110580692209580371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/one-year-anniversary.html' title='One Year Anniversary'/><author><name>Reinhold Messner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237091.post-110579055375647615</id><published>2005-01-15T06:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T07:02:33.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one more thing....Bert is a moron with a capital M</title><summary type='text'>to all of you who dont know.....Bert is a liar, liar and yes his pants will be on fire once i finish breaking into his apartment and lighting the place up.....lets go back to the start of the story....we were all watching Napoleon Dynamite at Lukin's house when Bert blurted the "fact" that Uncle Rico was really the creator of Beavis and Butthead. being the trusting friend that i am, i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110579055375647615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237091&amp;postID=110579055375647615' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110579055375647615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237091/posts/default/110579055375647615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustachessuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/one-more-thingbert-is-moron-with_15.html' title='one more thing....Bert is a moron with a capital M'/><author><name>jesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
