<?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-20882119</id><updated>2011-06-26T15:42:54.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It</title><subtitle type='html'>AN HONEST PLACE TO TALK, COMPLAIN AND ARGUE ABOUT THINGS THAT MAY OR MAY NOT MATTER TO YOU, BUT MATTER TO ME BECAUSE I CARE DAMNMIT!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882119.post-1550712015804840752</id><published>2007-08-22T13:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T13:08:57.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FDA Approves Seconds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="toolset"&gt;&lt;div id="move_to_toolset"&gt;&lt;div id="tools"&gt;&lt;form id="email_this" action="" onsubmit="email_submit_ticket();return false;"&gt;&lt;div class="sponsorship"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;OAS_AD('Frame1');&lt;/script&gt;&lt;a href="http://oascentral.theonion.com/RealMedia/ads/click_lx.ads/theonion/national/news/853833709/Frame1/default/empty.gif/30633633623966613436636361353530?" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a248.e.akamai.net/7/800/1133/0/oasc02.247realmedia.com/RealMedia/ads/Creatives/default/empty.gif" alt="" border="0" height="2" width="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;/form&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;!--googleon: index--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;p&gt;WASHINGTON, DC—In a surprising reversal of its longtime single-helping policy, the Food and Drug Administration announced its approval of seconds Tuesday, claiming that an additional plateful of food with every meal can greatly reduce the risk of hunger as well as provide an excellent source of deliciousness. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div class="article_photo" style="width: 250px;"&gt;    &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="javascript:open('http://www.theonion.com/content/node/65500', 'enlarge_image_window', 'width=411px, height=550px, scrollbars=yes, lend=20px, top=20px');"&gt;    &lt;span&gt;Enlarge Image&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.theonion.com/content/files/images/FDA1.article.jpg" alt="FDA" title="FDA" height="259" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Department of Agriculture has revised its old food pyramid to reflect the new guidelines.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--[image:65500]--&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Addressing what it calls a "growing epidemic of cravings and hankerings," the federal agency recommended redesigning food labels to prominently display extra-serving sizes and pledged to better educate consumers on how to make informed additional-portion choices at home and in restaurants.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;"There's plenty to go around," FDA commissioner Andrew von Eschenbach said between spoonfuls of mashed potatoes during a benefit luncheon at the Clean Plate Club in Washington. "We've found that eating seconds is essential for keeping up the country's strength."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Besides, with people starving in other parts of the world, it would be an absolute shame to let our nice food supply all go to waste," the commissioner added. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Once restricted to the head of the household, on Thanksgiving, or to those who had been extra good, seconds will now be made available to the general public in over-the-kitchen-counter form. However, FDA officials warn that those with a history of health problems should consult their doctor first. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Seconds may not be suitable for everyone," von Eschenbach said. "Especially those who suffer from heart disease, those at risk for diabetes, people trying to lose weight, and women."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="article_photo_alt" style="width: 249px;"&gt;    &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="javascript:open('http://www.theonion.com/content/node/65487', 'enlarge_image_window', 'width=625px, height=571px, scrollbars=yes, lend=20px, top=20px');"&gt;    &lt;span&gt;Enlarge Image&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.theonion.com/content/files/images/FDA-Approves-Jump.article.jpg" alt="FDA Approves Jump" title="FDA Approves Jump" height="175" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uneaten potential seconds, like those seen in this file photo, could soon become a thing of the past.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--[image:65487]--&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The FDA also recommended moderation in consuming seconds. Researchers in the seconds field have noted occasional side effects, such as hardly being able to get up from the table, pants-loosening, drowsiness, and the feeling that one "might explode" if one eats just one more bite. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A report commissioned by the Las Vegas–based International Brotherhood of Buffet Owners revealed that 75 percent of undereating occurs in those afflicted by a rare disorder in which their eyes are smaller than their stomachs, preventing them from taking advantage of all-you-can-eat opportunites. Picky eating habits and an unwillingness to stuff oneself are considered the leading preventable causes of scrawniness among Americans. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;"Growing boys represent the greatest at-risk group, as unprecedented numbers of them are wasting away," registered dietician and grandmother of six Irma Jacobs said. "They'll just turn into skin and bones before our very eyes unless we make a concerted effort to get them to eat, eat, eat up."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Other nutritionists suggest that the need for seconds could be eliminated by an initial very large, or "heaping," helping.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Larger portions could entirely eliminate the need to reach over, pass dishes, or get out of a chair," said clinical nutritionist Gary Bergen of Los Angeles' Cedars-Sinai Medical Center, who estimates that millions of calories and thousands of hours of eating time are wasted annually by making unnecessary second-serving trips. "I find it ironic that the FDA has approved seconds, yet still hasn't standardized the dollop."&lt;/p&gt;  Despite months of work and the purchase of several new wardrobes, FDA researchers say their study of the consumption of thirds and fourths has been inconclusive, but they suggest a possible link between these additional servings and tummy aches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-1550712015804840752?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1550712015804840752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=1550712015804840752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/1550712015804840752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/1550712015804840752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/fda-approves-seconds.html' title='FDA Approves Seconds'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882119.post-7099849742107918609</id><published>2007-08-09T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:48:24.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="bodyblue_v2" id="jokeIframeTable2" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="height: 15px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="jokeTitle_v2"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lbl_JokeTitle"&gt;Gorilla Control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="height: 15px;"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;                                         &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://jokes.comedycentral.com/images/v2/pix_clear.gif" alt="spacer" border="0" height="5" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;                                                                             &lt;div class="jokeText" id="auto"&gt; A man calls the Animal Control in his town, because there is a crazed gorilla on his roof, and he can't figure out how to get it down safely. Soon, a van pulls up, and an old man gets out, carrying a small dog, a baseball bat, and a gun. He hands the man the gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, here's what we do. I'm going to go up onto your roof, and threaten the gorilla with this baseball bat until he falls down. When he falls down, this little dog will bite him in the balls until he's incapacitated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great," says the man. "But what's the gun for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In case I fall down instead of the gorilla -- shoot the dog."                                                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-7099849742107918609?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7099849742107918609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=7099849742107918609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/7099849742107918609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/7099849742107918609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/funny-joke.html' title='Funny Joke'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882119.post-8815400732671465431</id><published>2007-08-08T11:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:05.087-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Motivational Posters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wG9fY2I94jA/RrzSQl0ZxDI/AAAAAAAAABw/YWAGEc_Nz64/s1600-h/2310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097180060748203058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wG9fY2I94jA/RrzSQl0ZxDI/AAAAAAAAABw/YWAGEc_Nz64/s320/2310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wG9fY2I94jA/RrzSNV0ZxCI/AAAAAAAAABo/O3OCEomXkDg/s1600-h/2341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097180004913628194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wG9fY2I94jA/RrzSNV0ZxCI/AAAAAAAAABo/O3OCEomXkDg/s320/2341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wG9fY2I94jA/RrzSJF0ZxBI/AAAAAAAAABg/pU4BREGII6c/s1600-h/2415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097179931899184146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wG9fY2I94jA/RrzSJF0ZxBI/AAAAAAAAABg/pU4BREGII6c/s320/2415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wG9fY2I94jA/RrzSGF0ZxAI/AAAAAAAAABY/iRB6Hv7Z1Mk/s1600-h/2463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097179880359576578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wG9fY2I94jA/RrzSGF0ZxAI/AAAAAAAAABY/iRB6Hv7Z1Mk/s320/2463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wG9fY2I94jA/RrzSCV0Zw_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/PQ7iI6F1MmI/s1600-h/2457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097179815935067122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wG9fY2I94jA/RrzSCV0Zw_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/PQ7iI6F1MmI/s320/2457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-8815400732671465431?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8815400732671465431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=8815400732671465431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/8815400732671465431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/8815400732671465431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/funny-motivational-posters.html' title='Funny Motivational Posters'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wG9fY2I94jA/RrzSQl0ZxDI/AAAAAAAAABw/YWAGEc_Nz64/s72-c/2310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882119.post-5153874464636728842</id><published>2007-08-08T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:05.305-09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rare and Dangerous Tigerphant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wG9fY2I94jA/RrobQl0Zw-I/AAAAAAAAABI/AtLpOGu1Igg/s1600-h/aug1gal27-tiger-phant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096415900166898658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wG9fY2I94jA/RrobQl0Zw-I/AAAAAAAAABI/AtLpOGu1Igg/s320/aug1gal27-tiger-phant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-5153874464636728842?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5153874464636728842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=5153874464636728842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/5153874464636728842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/5153874464636728842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/rare-and-dangerous-tigerphant.html' title='The Rare and Dangerous Tigerphant'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wG9fY2I94jA/RrobQl0Zw-I/AAAAAAAAABI/AtLpOGu1Igg/s72-c/aug1gal27-tiger-phant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882119.post-1713073101773203357</id><published>2007-08-01T13:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T13:01:58.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children are in charge).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they themselves failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Aspirin, sun lotion or a sticky plaster to a student; but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't legally defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar can sue you for assault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by three stepbrothers; I Know my Rights, Someone Else is to Blame, and I'm a Victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-1713073101773203357?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1713073101773203357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=1713073101773203357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/1713073101773203357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/1713073101773203357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/sad-day.html' title='A Sad Day'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882119.post-5693264046867245340</id><published>2007-07-22T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T22:12:29.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping!</title><content type='html'>We have decided to go camping for a vacation this year. Now I use the word vacation very loosely mostly because I think camping can be allot of work. Fun, but work. I love the great outdoors but hate putting the tent up. I love sitting in nature but hate hiking. There are many things I'd like to do on my vacation and one of them is absolutely nothing. Sit around, read, catch up on some of my video games, thats a vacation. Oh well, maybe its just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-5693264046867245340?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5693264046867245340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=5693264046867245340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/5693264046867245340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/5693264046867245340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/camping.html' title='Camping!'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882119.post-3118513788452666382</id><published>2007-07-20T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T10:32:03.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back (Again)</title><content type='html'>Hello again, I'm back. Been gone too long now I will continue to fill your lives with dread and negative thoughts. I was wondering, why have people gotten so dumb? Is it really the decline of civilization? People seem to go to school, get an education and go on some game show and don't the answers to simple gradeschool questions. Maybe I just hate everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-3118513788452666382?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3118513788452666382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=3118513788452666382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/3118513788452666382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/3118513788452666382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-back-again.html' title='I&apos;m Back (Again)'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882119.post-6152346567344021484</id><published>2007-02-23T11:06:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:05.527-09:00</updated><title type='text'>This Guy Goes Into A Bar......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wG9fY2I94jA/Rd9KFDcyjZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/6RqGM-7oIPk/s1600-h/pod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wG9fY2I94jA/Rd9KFDcyjZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/6RqGM-7oIPk/s320/pod.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034824359109365138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey ho my friends. Just thought you might want to check this out. Funny no? Creepy yes? I have decided to give up bull fighting for lent. I know what you're saying, what about your dreams! Well, sometimes you have to give up something that means something to you for lent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-6152346567344021484?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6152346567344021484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=6152346567344021484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/6152346567344021484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/6152346567344021484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-guy-goes-into-bar.html' title='This Guy Goes Into A Bar......'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wG9fY2I94jA/Rd9KFDcyjZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/6RqGM-7oIPk/s72-c/pod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882119.post-262128518904703814</id><published>2007-02-14T12:53:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:05.699-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wG9fY2I94jA/RdOFmq5if1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-6Ox3NjmP5M/s1600-h/collegehumor.25da1e8703ade440323f9b31fdab8717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wG9fY2I94jA/RdOFmq5if1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-6Ox3NjmP5M/s320/collegehumor.25da1e8703ade440323f9b31fdab8717.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031512108100124498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines Day Everybody! I bet you thought I had forgotten about this blog. I will now turn over another leaf and start posting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/BMCCOR%7E1.LOC/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/BMCCOR%7E1.LOC/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-262128518904703814?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/262128518904703814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=262128518904703814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/262128518904703814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/262128518904703814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wG9fY2I94jA/RdOFmq5if1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-6Ox3NjmP5M/s72-c/collegehumor.25da1e8703ade440323f9b31fdab8717.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882119.post-753953658592481800</id><published>2006-11-20T13:20:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T13:21:30.335-09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big FU From Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/711/2549/1600/609157/novseventeen39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/711/2549/320/704245/novseventeen39.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-753953658592481800?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/753953658592481800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=753953658592481800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/753953658592481800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/753953658592481800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/11/big-fu-from-nature_20.html' title='A Big FU From Nature'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882119.post-116189702174001494</id><published>2006-10-26T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T13:10:21.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avery's Halloween Costume</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/429/2104/1600/Avery%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/429/2104/320/Avery%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's Robin (As in Batman and Robin)&lt;br /&gt;Griffin is Yu Gi Oh! this year and I will post his picture after Halloween. He was not modeling yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-116189702174001494?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116189702174001494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=116189702174001494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/116189702174001494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/116189702174001494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/averys-halloween-costume.html' title='Avery&apos;s Halloween Costume'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882119.post-116137677883001112</id><published>2006-10-20T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T12:41:54.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humans vs. Stingrays (Humans - 0 Stingrays - 2)</title><content type='html'>Did you hear about the stingray that "jumped" into a 80 year old mans boat and stabbed him with the barb inthe chest!!! They took him to the hospital and he may survive. When they said the Steve Irwin thing was a freak accident and now this! They are coming for us. First one then two and then a hundred how many times does this have to happen before they start doing something about them. Be afraid. Sorry to my wife I don't have any pictures of the old man getting stabbed. Maybe I'll get lucky and someone snapped a few shots. I did my own version of what happened until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/429/2104/1600/Picture1sting%20ray.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/429/2104/320/Picture1sting%20ray.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/429/2104/1600/Picture1sting%20ray.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-116137677883001112?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116137677883001112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=116137677883001112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/116137677883001112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/116137677883001112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/humans-vs-stingrays-humans-0-stingrays.html' title='Humans vs. Stingrays (Humans - 0 Stingrays - 2)'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882119.post-116120131636327821</id><published>2006-10-18T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T11:55:16.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>If anyone was wondering, i'm not dead. Just busy doing my thing, taking care of the kids and so on and so forth. I am excitied about the bears and hope they could do something this year. Rex was just awful this week. If anyone is interested I have some photos of Steve Irwin just before and after he was stung. When I heard what happened I didn't imagine him wearing kaki shorts on a scuba dive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/429/2104/1600/22980_2j5p6pf9jr_l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/429/2104/320/22980_2j5p6pf9jr_l.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/429/2104/1600/22982_hezzv2cdt1_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/429/2104/320/22982_hezzv2cdt1_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/429/2104/1600/22983_f6yh72wxmr_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/429/2104/320/22983_f6yh72wxmr_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-116120131636327821?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116120131636327821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=116120131636327821' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/116120131636327821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/116120131636327821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/omg-im-back.html' title='OMG I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</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-20882119.post-115143709094253803</id><published>2006-06-27T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T11:38:10.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do I Hate People?</title><content type='html'>Let me count the ways:&lt;br /&gt;They are stupid, they can't drive, they only care about themselves, they are rude, they are ignorant, they smell sometimes, they drink and drive, they swear in public with little children around, they talk in the moive theater, they piss on the toilet seats, they TALK ON THEIR CELL PHONES LOUDLY IN A CROWDED TRAIN, they act like they are doing you a favor when they are working at a job, they don't like to listen to me rant, they talk like they know what you're talking about when you can see it in their eyes that they have no idea, they tell lies, they cut in line, they act stupid in order for it to benefit them, they speak another language about you in front of you, they don't know when to quit while they are ahead, they are stupid, did I mention that? I could go on but I'll leave the rest to you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-115143709094253803?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115143709094253803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=115143709094253803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/115143709094253803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/115143709094253803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-do-i-hate-people.html' title='Why Do I Hate People?'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882119.post-115075015016865779</id><published>2006-06-19T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T12:49:10.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Follow-up To Friday June 16th</title><content type='html'>Well my "Positive" Friday didn't go as bad as I thought it would. I drove into the city and let out one swear word but then reminded myself about being positive. I made it downtown in one hour, my day went fast I left work early, did a little afterwork work and got home in about 45 minutes. So all was not bad but it took alot of restraint. Maybe I will try this crazy experiment again sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-115075015016865779?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115075015016865779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=115075015016865779' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/115075015016865779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/115075015016865779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/06/follow-up-to-friday-june-16th.html' title='The Follow-up To Friday June 16th'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</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-20882119.post-115024428890608998</id><published>2006-06-13T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T16:18:08.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, June 16th, 2006</title><content type='html'>This Friday I will attempt something so outrageous that I am not sure I will be able to pull it off. At the suggestion of a friend, that I need to stop being so negative, I will on Friday be positive for one whole day. Yes, I will not even say bad things about drivers or stupid people I meet on the street. We shall see how I feel afterwards (I already know though).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-115024428890608998?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115024428890608998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=115024428890608998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/115024428890608998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/115024428890608998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/06/friday-june-16th-2006.html' title='Friday, June 16th, 2006'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</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-20882119.post-114979485505036946</id><published>2006-06-08T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:27:35.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duck X-ray reveals 'alien head'</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;CORDELIA, Calif. - The International Bird Rescue Research Center in Cordelia  plans to raise funds with an unusual duck X-ray. The bird came in with a broken  wing, but when Marie Travers, assistant manager of the center, radiographed the  duck, she was stunned to see a very clear image of what appeared to be the face,  or head, of an extraterrestrial alien in the bird's stomach. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="width: 194px; height: 222px;" alt="Photo" src="http://us.news3.yimg.com/us.i2.yimg.com/p/ap/20060601/capt.nyet70506012252.duck_x_ray_nyet705.jpg?x=303&amp;y=345&amp;amp;sig=FcBmD4UHH3_FK1g2DigRUg--" border="0" /&gt;"Marie looked at it and all she could say was 'unbelievable,'" said Karen  Benzel, public affairs director for the rescue center, which has been rescuing  sick and injured birds for more than three decades.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Unfortunately, the duck died quickly and quietly of its injuries.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Initial reports from the center claimed the cause of the alien face was never  determined, but Benzel said she was still awaiting results of a necropsy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Either way, the center has come up with a way to turn its alien encounter  into a fundraiser for the center. It will auction off the X-ray on eBay.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The one-of-a-kind image, which measures 17-by-14 inches, will be sold along  with a certificate of authenticity. All proceeds will go toward funding the  center's rehabilitation programs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The auction begins Sunday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-114979485505036946?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114979485505036946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=114979485505036946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/114979485505036946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/114979485505036946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/06/duck-x-ray-reveals-alien-head.html' title='Duck X-ray reveals &apos;alien head&apos;'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882119.post-114858593943638754</id><published>2006-05-25T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T11:38:59.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Your Pets To Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/429/2104/1600/2006_05_24t101521_450x340_us_australia_pets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/429/2104/320/2006_05_24t101521_450x340_us_australia_pets.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fat Animals Are COOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;CANBERRA (Reuters) - Australia is a nation of pet lovers but it may be loving its animals to death with pet owners passing on rising levels of obesity by overfeeding their cats and dogs, the country's main animal welfare body says. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Despite its image as a sports-mad country full of fit, sun-bronzed youth, Australia in reality is battling the bulge and challenging the United States as the world's fattest nation. The problem now extends to household pets.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Obesity rates for Australians have doubled over the past 20 years, with 62 percent of men and 45 percent of women now deemed overweight or obese.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The same trend applies to household pets, with an increase in the number of overweight cats and dogs being dealt with by the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (RSPCA), and even one case of an obese pet mouse.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"It's a big problem, and quite reflective of what's happening in the human  situation," said Mark Lawrie, the RSPCA's chief vet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Australia is a nation of 20 million people, almost 4 million dogs, 2.5 million cats, 8.7 million pet birds and more than 12 million pet fish.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It has one of the world's highest rates of pet ownership at 64 percent of households, compared to 62 percent in the United States and 44 percent in Britain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lawrie told Reuters surveys had found that between 40 and 44 percent of dogs and more than one in three household cats were now overweight, due to poor diet and a lack of exercise.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fat cats and dogs were more vulnerable to diabetes, arthritis, heart problems  and liver disease.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dogs most at risk were Labradors, Beagles and cross-breeds such as Labradoodles -- a mixture of a Labrador and a Poodle -- with household moggies more at risk than other types of cats.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The RSPCA said de-sexing and lower levels of exercise had an impact on pet  obesity, but the key issue was over-eating.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;"It's really the calorie intake and food that makes the big difference," Lawrie said, adding that many pet owners could not resist giving their animals food when they asked for it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-114858593943638754?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114858593943638754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=114858593943638754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/114858593943638754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/114858593943638754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/loving-your-pets-to-death.html' title='Loving Your Pets To Death'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882119.post-114789847586643522</id><published>2006-05-17T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T12:41:15.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Case You Were Wondering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/429/2104/1600/capt.f64dde856a944fed9429fd7b8cda563e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/429/2104/320/capt.f64dde856a944fed9429fd7b8cda563e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;AMSTERDAM, Netherlands - Bears killed and ate a monkey in a Dutch zoo in front of horrified visitors, witnesses and the zoo said Monday. In the incident Sunday at the Beekse Bergen Safari Park, several Sloth bears chased the Barbary macaque into an electric fence, where it was stunned. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;It recovered and fled onto a wooden structure, where one bear pursued and  mauled it to death.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The park confirmed the killing in a statement, saying: "In an area where Sloth bears, great apes and Barbary macaques have coexisted peacefully for a long time, the harmony was temporarily disturbed during opening hours on Sunday."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Of course the habitats here in the safari park are arranged in such a way that one animal almost never kills another, but they are and remain wild animals," it said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Witness Marco Berelds posted a detailed report on the incident, including photos, on a Dutch Web site. He said one Sloth bear tried unsuccessfully to shake the monkey loose after it took refuge on the structure, built of crossing horizontal and vertical poles.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ignoring attempts by keepers to distract it, the bear climbed onto a horizontal pole, and, standing stretched on two legs, "used its sharp canines to pull the macaque, which was shrieking and resisting, from its perch."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The bear then brought the animal to a concrete den, where three bears ate  it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The zoo said it "usually wasn't possible" for keepers to intervene when an  animal killed another.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The park plans now to move the Barbary macaques — which are large monkeys but often inaccurately called "Barbary Apes" — to another part of the park, it said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-114789847586643522?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114789847586643522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=114789847586643522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/114789847586643522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/114789847586643522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-case-you-were-wondering.html' title='In Case You Were Wondering'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</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-20882119.post-114625941225854775</id><published>2006-04-28T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T12:51:55.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frickin' Funny Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; What do you call a boomerang that doesn't work?&lt;br /&gt; A stick.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  -- &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  What do you call cheese that isn't yours?&lt;br /&gt;Nacho Cheese. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  -- &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  What do you call Santa's helpers?&lt;br /&gt;Subordinate Clauses.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  -- &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  What do you call four bull fighters in quicksand?&lt;br /&gt;Quatro sinko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get from a pampered cow?&lt;br /&gt;Spoiled milk. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  -- &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  What do you get when you cross a snowman with a vampire?&lt;br /&gt;Frostbite.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  -- &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  What has four legs, is big, green, fuzzy, and if it fell out of a tree would kill you?&lt;br /&gt;A pool table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do crazy people go through the forest?&lt;br /&gt;They take the psycho path. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  -- &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  How do you get holy water?&lt;br /&gt;Boil the hell out of it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  -- &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  What did the fish say when he hit a concrete wall?&lt;br /&gt;"Damn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-114625941225854775?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114625941225854775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=114625941225854775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/114625941225854775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/114625941225854775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/frickin-funny-friday.html' title='Frickin&apos; Funny Friday'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882119.post-114598773285873945</id><published>2006-04-25T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T09:55:32.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gas Prices Suck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/429/2104/1600/pic3235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/429/2104/320/pic3235.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-114598773285873945?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114598773285873945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=114598773285873945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/114598773285873945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/114598773285873945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/gas-prices-suck.html' title='Gas Prices Suck'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882119.post-114498019484260417</id><published>2006-04-13T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T18:03:14.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avery gets a Haircut</title><content type='html'>The title says it all. Avery got his first haircut today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “http://photos.meetup.com/photos/member/8/b/a/2/member_695746.jpeg” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://photos.meetup.com/photos/member/8/b/a/2/member_695746.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute? Ain't he?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-114498019484260417?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114498019484260417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=114498019484260417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/114498019484260417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/114498019484260417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/avery-gets-haircut.html' title='Avery gets a Haircut'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882119.post-114497995494640004</id><published>2006-04-13T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T17:59:14.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, I'm Lazy.</title><content type='html'>I have not posted on my blog and have gotten complaints from various people so I am going to try harder to keep up with it. Lets start a new subject: Why do so many people have to be stupid? Is it our schools or the way people are taught at home? I mean it seems to be getting worse. Now I know you can argue that being dumb and acting ignorant are two different things but both seem to be running rampant. Just my thoughts, maybe I'm angry?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-114497995494640004?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114497995494640004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=114497995494640004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/114497995494640004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/114497995494640004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/sorry-im-lazy.html' title='Sorry, I&apos;m Lazy.'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882119.post-114064702185197996</id><published>2006-02-22T13:22:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T13:28:04.610-09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hulk</title><content type='html'>I thought this blog is really funny. Its a blog written by the Hulk. I thought my brother would like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://incrediblehulk.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://incrediblehulk.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While were on the subject:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is green and smells?  &lt;p&gt;  Hulk's fart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ha haha huah haww whoo, soooooooo funny!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-114064702185197996?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114064702185197996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=114064702185197996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/114064702185197996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/114064702185197996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/hulk.html' title='The Hulk'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882119.post-114003890781225840</id><published>2006-02-15T12:27:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T12:28:27.846-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, a day late with these.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; With Valentines we think of love and of course that's "Amore:" &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  That's amore. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  -- &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  When an eel bites your hand and that's not what you planned &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  That's a moray. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  -- &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  When our habits are strange and our customs deranged &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  That's our mores. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  -- &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  When your horse munches straw and the bales total four &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  That's some more hay. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  -- &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  When Othello's poor wife, she gets stabbed with a knife &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  That's a Moor, eh? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  -- &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  When a Japanese knight used a sword in a fight &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  That's Sa...mur...ai. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-114003890781225840?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114003890781225840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=114003890781225840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/114003890781225840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/114003890781225840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/sorry-day-late-with-these.html' title='Sorry, a day late with these.'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882119.post-113815263258622348</id><published>2006-01-24T16:29:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T05:41:24.780-09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.meetup.com/photos/member/a/9/7/2/member_583378.jpeg" alt="" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; vertical-align: top;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery likes the Beastie Boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-113815263258622348?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113815263258622348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=113815263258622348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/113815263258622348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/113815263258622348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/baby.html' title='The Baby'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882119.post-113813419098478735</id><published>2006-01-24T11:14:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T11:23:10.996-09:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Up?</title><content type='html'>How is everyone out there? I am having a nervous breakdown mostly because of my job and need to be medicated, but besides that, everything's peachy. Isn't it funny how you can become so complacent that you ignore how bad things are.  I have been at this crappy job for 13 years and for the past 5 or 6 it's been getting increasingly worse. But it pays the bills and feeds my family so I fought it out. But now I found out that they are trying to get rid of me because according to them I get paid to much money and don't have a college degree. So now I have to get up every day knowing that they are going to mess with me and do whatever it takes to get me to quit because they don't want to pay unemployment if they fire me. So they are giving me so much work, it's impossible for me to finish and in turn they are writting me up. Gotta love Unions.  Well that's my sob story and I'm just waiting around to get fired because I'm not going quit, but its killing me slowly. Any gripes of your own?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-113813419098478735?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113813419098478735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=113813419098478735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/113813419098478735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/113813419098478735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/whats-up.html' title='What&apos;s Up?'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</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-20882119.post-113762142093569589</id><published>2006-01-18T12:52:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T12:57:00.936-09:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look</title><content type='html'>I didn't care for the look of my blog so I'm trying out this new one. I like it on the left better. That didn't sound right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Father Murphy walks into a pub in Donegal, and says to the first man he meets, "Do you want to go to heaven?"  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  "I do father."  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  "Then stand over there against the wall." Then, he asked the second man, "Do you want to got to heaven?"  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  "Certainly, Father."  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  "Then stand over there against the wall." He walked up to O'Toole and said, "Do you want to go to heaven?"  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  "No, I don't Father."  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  "I don't believe this. You mean to tell me that when you die you don't want to go to heaven?"  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  "Oh, when I die, yes. I thought you were getting a group together to go right now." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-113762142093569589?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113762142093569589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=113762142093569589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/113762142093569589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/113762142093569589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-look.html' title='New Look'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882119.post-113751377826708067</id><published>2006-01-17T07:01:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T16:48:52.776-09:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/429/2104/1600/Urlacher%2C-Brian.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/429/2104/320/Urlacher%2C-Brian.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why Brian, Why!?!? Our Defense Stunk. I think we should have won that game damnit. I removed that last picture because my wife accused me of stealing it from her blog when I took it off of the bears website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough Said. I will be in a period of mourning for the next week or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-113751377826708067?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113751377826708067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=113751377826708067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/113751377826708067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/113751377826708067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/damn.html' title='DAMN!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882119.post-113733496377254880</id><published>2006-01-15T05:18:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T05:23:59.753-09:00</updated><title type='text'>You Gotta Read This, I love This Stuff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 class="Headline"&gt;Cat Apparently Called 9-1-1 After Owner Fell From Wheelchair&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;!--startindex--&gt;&lt;b class="Dateline"&gt;COLUMBUS, Ohio -- &lt;/b&gt;A man who fell out of his wheelchair says his cat apparently called 911 for help.Police received a 911 call from Gary Rosheisen's apartment Thursday, but there was no one on the line. When they called back and got no answer, they decided to check things out.In the apartment they found Tommy the cat lying by a telephone on the living room floor. "I know it sounds kind of weird," Officer Patrick Daugherty said. Rosheisen was unable to get up because of ministrokes that disrupt his balance and pain from osteoporosis. He also wasn't wearing his medical-alert necklace and couldn't reach a cord above his pillow that alerts paramedics that he needs help. Rosheisen said he got the cat three years ago and tried to train him to call 911, unsure if the training ever stuck. The phone in the living room is always on the floor, and there are 12 small buttons -- including a speed dial for 911. "He's my hero," Rosheisen said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-113733496377254880?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113733496377254880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=113733496377254880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/113733496377254880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/113733496377254880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-gotta-read-this-i-love-this-stuff.html' title='You Gotta Read This, I love This Stuff!'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882119.post-113727001053637824</id><published>2006-01-14T11:16:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T11:21:00.756-09:00</updated><title type='text'>What Song?</title><content type='html'>"I spoke to the mountain and listened to the sea".&lt;br /&gt;Anyone? Hint - It's a 80's alternative song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-113727001053637824?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113727001053637824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=113727001053637824' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/113727001053637824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/113727001053637824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-song.html' title='What Song?'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</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-20882119.post-113716429956375669</id><published>2006-01-13T05:51:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T05:58:19.570-09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/429/2104/1600/camping1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/429/2104/320/camping1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My baby slept for 10 hours last night! I am NOT kidding when I say that is the longest he has slept since he's been born. He is 8 months old now. I shouldn't celebrate too much we'll see how he sleeps tonight. Woo Hoo, la la la, zippity do da, da da dadada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-113716429956375669?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113716429956375669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=113716429956375669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/113716429956375669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/113716429956375669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-baby.html' title='My Baby'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882119.post-113713205516131141</id><published>2006-01-12T20:55:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T21:00:55.160-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, Let Me Throw This One Out There</title><content type='html'>I know I am going to sound like a old man when I say this but what ever happened to saying goodbye on the telephone. I talk to people all day on the phone and only like 20% if that, say goodbye when they hang up. I get offended when that happens and I'm starting to take it personal. That is almost as bad as going into a store and buying something and the cashier doesn't say thank you. What the hell? Didn't I just contribute to your salary? You could at least say thank you when you give me my change. Holy crap it makes me mad. Arrrggghhh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-113713205516131141?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113713205516131141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=113713205516131141' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/113713205516131141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/113713205516131141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/ok-let-me-throw-this-one-out-there.html' title='Ok, Let Me Throw This One Out There'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</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-20882119.post-113708167532468035</id><published>2006-01-12T06:54:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T07:01:15.326-09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_SpellCheck" title="Check Spelling" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);spellcheck();;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just so you know (most of you who know me, already do know) I have two children. They are wonderful and smart and six years apart. Hey, that rhymes. Well they, including my wife are the lights of my life. That is usually where the light ends but they keep me going. Many people might say I am "crabby" and "Don't like people" or "Hates to drive" we could go on for a while but I'll leave that to another post when I start ranting. Here's the kids:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/429/2104/1600/getimage.asp4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/429/2104/320/getimage.asp4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-113708167532468035?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113708167532468035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=113708167532468035' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/113708167532468035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/113708167532468035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-children.html' title='My Children'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</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-20882119.post-113708106593909003</id><published>2006-01-12T06:45:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T06:51:05.953-09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It</title><content type='html'>Well, this is the way I see it. This is my new experiment with the internet. I know I am a little late with the blog thing but better later than never my pappy always used to say. First off I never had a Pappy, second off I thought I could keep in touch with friends and family and view my slightly askew thoughts about the world and just about anything and post them here. I hope everyone will be brutally honest, I like it that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20882119-113708106593909003?l=mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113708106593909003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20882119&amp;postID=113708106593909003' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/113708106593909003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20882119/posts/default/113708106593909003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccormickthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/way-i-see-it.html' title='The Way I See It'/><author><name>Brian McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01932932030479623011</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></feed>
