<?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-3703781</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:46:49.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, The Universe and a really good Martini</title><subtitle type='html'>Rants and Raves of me and my shadows</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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>234</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703781.post-111872221120950528</id><published>2005-06-14T00:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T00:10:11.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>See the nice boys - dancing in pairsGolden earring golden tanBlow-wave in the hairSure they're all straight - straight as a lineAll the gays are machoCan't you see their leather shine. Joe JacksonAnd so it goes - go round againbut now and then we wonder how does America acquit a pedophile especially such a high profile one?absolutely ridiculous!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111872221120950528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703781&amp;postID=111872221120950528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/111872221120950528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/111872221120950528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/2005/06/see-nice-boys-dancing-in-pairsgolden.html' title=''/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-111578611332576757</id><published>2005-05-11T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T00:35:25.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The European style of basketball is a lot more ball movement, a lot of player movement like in soccer," Mike D'AntoniWhen I was growing up in Milan, I used to go see plenty of Basketball games... My home team was one of the best in Europe and I saw players like Daryl Dawkins, Benoit Benjamin, Vinny Del Negro and Bob Macadoo. Danny Ferry also created controversy by forgoing the NBA for more money</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111578611332576757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703781&amp;postID=111578611332576757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/111578611332576757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/111578611332576757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/2005/05/european-style-of-basketball-is-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-111509837290431845</id><published>2005-05-03T01:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T01:32:52.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.Miss PiggyI might forget to post tomorrow since I've been a little erratic lately ... so Happy birthday my Muse... remember it's only half way to 70 and which means you have your whole life ahead of you and then maybe one day who knows we will catch that train across</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111509837290431845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703781&amp;postID=111509837290431845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/111509837290431845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/111509837290431845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/2005/05/beauty-is-in-eye-of-beholder-and-it-may.html' title=''/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-111509598630120337</id><published>2005-05-03T00:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T00:53:06.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is no such man as Anakin Skywalker!(And yet, there is such a man as his son.) Darth Vader (The Darth Side: Memoirs of a Monster)I just found this interesting Blog ... It is not very well written but extremely imaginative... It is Called The Darth Side: Memoirs of a Monster and you are more than welcome to click on it....My Birthday came and went with a huge headache... all I could really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111509598630120337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703781&amp;postID=111509598630120337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/111509598630120337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/111509598630120337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/2005/05/there-is-no-such-man-as-anakin.html' title=''/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-111448939862652542</id><published>2005-04-26T00:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T00:23:18.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am prepared to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.Sir Winston ChurchillSo here it is another birthday... another day to remember or forget.   Quite frankly my last few birthdays have been a little depressing not because I don't have any people to spend them with but because I always have high expectations of what might happen... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111448939862652542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703781&amp;postID=111448939862652542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/111448939862652542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/111448939862652542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-prepared-to-meet-my-maker.html' title=''/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-111397712551942036</id><published>2005-04-20T02:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T02:05:36.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rock journalism is people who can't write interviewing people who can't talk for people who can't read. Frank ZappaI Used this quote a while back in 2003 and I needed to lift it again to say how much I am glad a got back in touche with an old friend from my Rock and Roll days... He indeed used to be a Rock Journalist but one of the good guys in a world full of people who wanted the free stuff so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111397712551942036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703781&amp;postID=111397712551942036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/111397712551942036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/111397712551942036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/2005/04/rock-journalism-is-people-who-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-111354553534727983</id><published>2005-04-15T02:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T02:12:15.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AddendumSomeone just broke into my Bartender's car and stole her stereo this guy kept coming in and out of the restaurant asking for money and such... fortunately we got his license plate and the cops will be here soon</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111354553534727983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703781&amp;postID=111354553534727983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/111354553534727983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/111354553534727983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/2005/04/addendum-someone-just-broke-into-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-111354490066728057</id><published>2005-04-15T01:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T02:01:40.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the fight between you and the world, back the world.Frank ZappaNever a dull moment..... it all started out with 2 drunken patrons trying to get in their car and us taking their keys away... after the cab decided not to show up we called the cops and they took them home... the girl even tried to kiss me a couple of times after asking me for mosharella stiks.... Then I get a knock on the office </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111354490066728057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703781&amp;postID=111354490066728057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/111354490066728057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/111354490066728057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/2005/04/in-fight-between-you-and-world-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-111276348871134671</id><published>2005-04-06T00:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T00:58:08.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do not abandon yourselves to despair. We are the Easter people and hallelujah is our song. Pope John Paul IIAs I write again today it is with immense sadness about the passing of Pope John Paul the II.He was the one I grew up with and as much as I might have disagreed with soem of his ideas, he was truly the Pope of the 21st Century. So a moment of silence for him and let's hope the next one will</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111276348871134671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703781&amp;postID=111276348871134671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/111276348871134671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/111276348871134671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/2005/04/do-not-abandon-yourselves-to-despair.html' title=''/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-111156191406019068</id><published>2005-03-23T01:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T02:11:54.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cogito Ergo Scribo (I Think Therefore I Write)The first Casualty from the Drug Wars has come. Little Frankie Two Times has been ejected from the club and will never return.... I for one am stuck picking up his shift at the local eatery and who knows when I wil return to a normal life... So long Frankie and keep your chin up.I recently met an interesting individual in the land of beers chicks and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111156191406019068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703781&amp;postID=111156191406019068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/111156191406019068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/111156191406019068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/2005/03/cogito-ergo-scribo-i-think-therefore-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-111104036897348639</id><published>2005-03-17T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T01:19:28.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tales from the other side of the tracks (the good side)We always hear about the bad side of the tracks so now it's time to hear from the boring good side!I can't believe it's been almost 3 months since my last posting.... Either North Carolina has softened my cynical attitude or I just haven't had anything to say.The Year so far....Started a new job at the Carolina Ale House  it's going.... Jamie</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111104036897348639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703781&amp;postID=111104036897348639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/111104036897348639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/111104036897348639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/2005/03/tales-from-other-side-of-tracks-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-110519816201650529</id><published>2005-01-08T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T10:29:22.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New in '05 Brad and Jennifer Split  oh my!While I really don't care about the latest Brannifer scandal well maybe a little you know that Jennifer Aniston is quite fetching. I do care about what my dear readers write, all 2 of them.So thank you for letting me know what you guys Did Last year. It's in the past it's gone faster than a speeding bullet. I, However, was asking what you guys had done</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110519816201650529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703781&amp;postID=110519816201650529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/110519816201650529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/110519816201650529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-in-05-brad-and-jennifer-split-oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-110486252420097592</id><published>2005-01-04T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T13:15:24.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Upload ShmuploadSince Blogger will not allow me to insert an Excel file in my blog... If you want the list you have to ask for it in the commentsand Yes It does have Drops of Jupiter ... 2 different versions too</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110486252420097592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703781&amp;postID=110486252420097592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/110486252420097592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/110486252420097592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/2005/01/upload-shmupload-since-blogger-will-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-110486220672834011</id><published>2005-01-04T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T13:11:40.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Year, No Resolution, More Martini Pleas (not please)For those who didn't soar in '04 I say thrive in '05 and here are some of the things I gave up for the year of the Roo.1) Camel Lights....... I smoke Reds2) White Zinfandel..... Yeeech!3) Being a Republican........ Blue is the new Black in the Red States4) Dave Matthews............Never Liked him...Never will5) Maker's Mark........</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110486220672834011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703781&amp;postID=110486220672834011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/110486220672834011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/110486220672834011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-year-no-resolution-more-martini.html' title=''/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-110377063030442096</id><published>2004-12-22T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T21:57:10.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Merry Christmas and to all a good nightI admit it I've been a little busy searching for a job and all.. by the way for those of you who don't know I lost mine around thanksgiving and it was total BS.So here I am waiting for a poker tournament to start and deciding to wish you all a very merry Christmas and a Happy 2005.Did I mention poker?well there is a website Freefiftydollars.com that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110377063030442096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703781&amp;postID=110377063030442096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/110377063030442096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/110377063030442096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-christmas-and-to-all-good-night-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-110063674844839500</id><published>2004-11-16T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T15:25:48.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You will never understandhow it feels to live your lifewith no meaning or controland with nowhere left to go. (William Shatner)There was going to be this whole interesting philosophical post about common people and their choices and why sometimes that spawns boredom . I decioded instead to have you all go buy the new Bill Shatner CD produced by Ben Folds. it's called Has Been and it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110063674844839500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703781&amp;postID=110063674844839500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/110063674844839500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/110063674844839500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/2004/11/you-will-never-understand-how-it-feels.html' title=''/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-110039544105049965</id><published>2004-11-13T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T20:24:01.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Any pitcher who throws at a batter and deliberately tries to hit him is a communist.Alvin DarkIt's been a while since I commented on current events . Last time I did so Bloomberg was Mayor, Bush was president and the Yankees didn't win the World series. Little has changed since then Unfortunaley Bush is still President, Bloomberg is still Mayor but on a better note the Yankees didn't even make</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110039544105049965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703781&amp;postID=110039544105049965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/110039544105049965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/110039544105049965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/2004/11/any-pitcher-who-throws-at-batter-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-110039495556035424</id><published>2004-11-13T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T20:26:22.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A person has three choices in life. You can swim against the tide and get exhausted, or you can tread water and let the tide sweep you away, or you can swim with the tide, and let it take you where it wants you to go.Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider,Northern Exposure, Northern Lights, 1993Is it the path one chooses that makes him who he really is? Or is it ones ability to go with the flow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110039495556035424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703781&amp;postID=110039495556035424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/110039495556035424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/110039495556035424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/2004/11/person-has-three-choices-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-110003241899262614</id><published>2004-11-09T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T15:33:38.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Job wanted"I'll do anything within reason .. I just need to get out of the situation I'm in now... anything help ....more to come</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110003241899262614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703781&amp;postID=110003241899262614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/110003241899262614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/110003241899262614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/2004/11/job-wanted-ill-do-anything-within.html' title=''/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-109708550035450743</id><published>2004-10-06T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T13:58:20.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" I get NO Respect!!!"  Rodney DangerfieldMay his soul rest in peace together with Dick Avedon (a family friend) Janet Leigh and Russ Meyer.Just as Rodney I too get no respect. Everything was fine and dandy down here in the South... I was being groomed to take over a position as soon as my supervisor departed... then I learn that the guy leaves and I'm npt getting the job... I do however </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/109708550035450743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703781&amp;postID=109708550035450743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/109708550035450743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/109708550035450743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-get-no-respect-rodney-dangerfield-may.html' title=''/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-109577786511069378</id><published>2004-09-21T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T10:44:25.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"So God had a lot of Emmy nominations this year, but then again his Son had that Hit movie this summer" (Garry Shandling)Ok I admit it I've been a little lax about writing but as I was telling JD yesterday I really have nothing... well That's not true there's alwayas something right?I love the South. Everyone is so nice and friendly, the weather is great, if you omit the hurricanes, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/109577786511069378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703781&amp;postID=109577786511069378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/109577786511069378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/109577786511069378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/2004/09/so-god-had-lot-of-emmy-nominations-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-109332302340355643</id><published>2004-08-24T00:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T00:50:23.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I promise I'll be back very very soon</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/109332302340355643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703781&amp;postID=109332302340355643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/109332302340355643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/109332302340355643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-promise-ill-be-back-very-very-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-108631114030516219</id><published>2004-06-03T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T21:05:40.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We are here and it is now. Further than that all human knowledge is moonshine. H. L. Mencken I often wonder.... If I could go back in time knowing what I know now.. would I make the same choices? would I make the same mistakes? Oh Lord if I got to go back to High School with all I've learned through the years I'd probably be in a very different spot right now but then comes the question... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/108631114030516219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703781&amp;postID=108631114030516219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/108631114030516219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/108631114030516219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/2004/06/we-are-here-and-it-is-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-108618539452863835</id><published>2004-06-02T09:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T10:09:54.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been holding out so longI've been sleeping all aloneLord I miss youI've been hanging on the phoneI've been sleeping all aloneI want to kiss you. Rolling StonesHey Every one! Long time no see! Could it be a whole month?I have lot's to tell you all I don't know where to start.... hmmm let's see.... Agora a great Greek Taverna on Glenwood Avenue Pricey but authentic and then I learn </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/108618539452863835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703781&amp;postID=108618539452863835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/108618539452863835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/108618539452863835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/2004/06/ive-been-holding-out-so-long-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-108387907713567685</id><published>2004-05-06T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T17:35:36.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seen in the NCWhat is the fascination with personalized  license plates? I mean since I've been here I've seen a JDIMASTER, ILVJSUS, HURLOSS ( which sounds more like Hair Loss) and many others including SUZIDIVR and SPELLS. I mean I understand the urge to personalize your vehicle especially if you are having a mid-life crisis and feel the need to advertise their new porsche but to put a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/108387907713567685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3703781&amp;postID=108387907713567685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/108387907713567685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/108387907713567685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/2004/05/seen-in-nc-what-is-fascination-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-108368639200379603</id><published>2004-05-04T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T12:03:39.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's a new hero in town .. his name is Pie ManPie man will right the wrong and help the destitute all while eating delicious cherry pie D'oh!Life is good and the music in my ears hasn't stopped it still feels like I'm on vacation and this is just a dream. Speaking of dreams I'd like to have a nice cleaning lady and not have to worry about the appartment so much .. maybe I'll hire one to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/108368639200379603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/108368639200379603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/108368639200379603'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-108302757812501443</id><published>2004-04-26T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T21:03:44.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm 15 for a momentCaught in between 10 and 20And I'm just dreamingCounting the ways to where you are It came and went with a thunderstorm and nothing more a little Bobby Flay a little Mario Batali some spelling bee and John ondrasik.. all that's left now is the choice of dinner but I'll find something.. It's hard but It's ok... If only....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/108302757812501443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/108302757812501443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/108302757812501443'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-108294658929373729</id><published>2004-04-25T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T22:33:54.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The program for this evening is not newYou've seen this entertainment through and throughYou've seen your birth your life and deathyou might recall all of the restDid you have a good world when you died?Enough to base a movie on?.  Jim MorrisonWorking on a tan can be taxing, standing for more than eight hours a day can be taxing, figuring out what you are going to do on your birthday away </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/108294658929373729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/108294658929373729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/108294658929373729'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-108240302454062196</id><published>2004-04-19T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T15:34:24.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's only Rock n'Roll .....But I like it, like it yes I do! Nanker/PhelgeOk now a little Recap from the last few weeks. It all started in March when I ended up going to Manchester, England for my niece's christening. I stayed at some friends house, drove on the wrong side of the street tried to stop my father from getting into more than one car accident and drove this car  That's probably the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/108240302454062196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/108240302454062196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/108240302454062196'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-108155312491004110</id><published>2004-04-09T19:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T19:29:09.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"How do you get 40 Hummers in a row like that? " (JD's Brother)"Thailand" (Me)I thought I'd give people an update of what's happening.... On March 30th I left my job in NYC to pursue a career in Raleigh NC I start my new job on the 15th of April and have been driving back and forth between Raleigh and New York with carloads of stuff. The Apartment I rented is great and spacious and there's no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/108155312491004110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/108155312491004110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/108155312491004110'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-108067892569893012</id><published>2004-03-30T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T15:38:56.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do not sumo wrestle on a full belly of sakeI have a lot of things to tell you all but this is neither the time or place... soon my brethren... soon. suffice to say that yours truly is indeed moving from Gotham City home of Bruce Wayne to Capital City home of the Green Lantern. I will be driving back and forth for a few weeks until I get settled. When I do I promise to tell you all about the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/108067892569893012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/108067892569893012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/108067892569893012'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-107851379015414873</id><published>2004-03-05T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T14:12:48.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aqui dentro, chorinhoLá fora, chovendoChorinho daqui de dentroChove aqui no peitoSaudadeSaudade The Rain Song by the MosquitosOne day I find myself in tower records on 66th street wasting time at the new music bins and I end up buying a CD based solely on the review. The end result is awesome. It's warm it's fuzzy it's sexy and it's funky it's got a cat named blue. Check it out it's the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/107851379015414873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107851379015414873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107851379015414873'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-107824607073959106</id><published>2004-03-02T11:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T11:54:40.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People can have the Model T in any colour--so long as it's black. Henry Ford So It goes: "Honey we're not buying a car today are we?"" noooo absolutely not we're just looking we'll buy it next week when we need it"end result:I love her already!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/107824607073959106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107824607073959106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107824607073959106'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-107824582019985904</id><published>2004-03-02T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T11:46:33.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One ring to rool them alland in the darkness bind themAnd so it goes that the 9 hr plus long movie wins 11 academy awards entering film history and spawning a whole bunch of mediocre clones ( Just wait and see) In the meantime Peter Jackson was able to thank the whole of New Zealand and then some. 3 things about the Telecast 1) long and boring 2) Poor Bill Muwway did the bad man take your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/107824582019985904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107824582019985904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107824582019985904'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-107791808553568853</id><published>2004-02-27T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T16:44:13.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I told a girl that my prospects were goodAnd she said baby, it's understoodWorking for peanuts is all very fineBut I can show you a better time" The BeatlesI'm being stalked by car sales men. It helps to know how to haggle but when you have limited resources it's hard very hard to work things out . We'll see what happens I know the car I want it's just a matter of finding it for the right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/107791808553568853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107791808553568853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107791808553568853'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-107764703879642694</id><published>2004-02-24T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T13:26:44.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"do you expect me to talk?" James Bond"No Mr. Bond I expect you to die" Auric GoldfingerThis being one of the greatest lines in Bondf history can also be found in the new installment of teh adventures of Serge A. Storms "Cadillac Beach" by Tim Dorsey. As usual excellent zany read. Tim writes his carachters in Florida but these people are among us and all over the world. In other newsNC </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/107764703879642694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107764703879642694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107764703879642694'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-107705421515239575</id><published>2004-02-17T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T16:46:13.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's not easy being green. Kermit the FrogI am trying to think about a few things to say to you and the only words that come to mind are... tell me did you make to the milky way? did you sail across the light of day? Every time I play that song my mind races to my other life. The one with you. the one where I'm smacking myself screamin' "skiters skiters everywhere" and you would be sitting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/107705421515239575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107705421515239575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107705421515239575'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-107668779230384273</id><published>2004-02-13T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T10:59:01.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Baby Don't Mess Around Because she loves me so This I know fo sho. OutkastBut Ken's baby does... apparently Barbie and Ken are breaking up because on a recent promo trip to Australia she took up with a beach bum surfer called Blaine... go figure...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/107668779230384273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107668779230384273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107668779230384273'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-107659563513980505</id><published>2004-02-12T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T09:23:03.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"But no one sees me fly - no-one feels my painNo-one hears me cry - no-one knows my nameIs glamour and pain - glamour and pain " Joe JacksonGlamour and Pain... how do these words go together?  Is it just a New York thing of streetwalkers and transvestites? I think he who seeks the glamour of it all should be prepared for the pain that comes with it. We always want the greener grass, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/107659563513980505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107659563513980505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107659563513980505'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-107607589401131299</id><published>2004-02-06T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T09:01:15.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who won the Superbowl again?Nobody recalls the last four seconds of the superbowl this year and apparently nobody cares except in Boston. Everybody however has been talking about the infamous half time show with the nipple shield on Janet Jackson... Everybody now knows what a nipple shield is... Everybody is now going to run to their local piercing salon and get  one because, let's face it, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/107607589401131299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107607589401131299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107607589401131299'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-107600934222562997</id><published>2004-02-05T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T14:31:21.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stankBut lean a little bit closerSee that roses really smell like boo-boo . Andre 3000Jaded will finally be happy especially since I am blogging from his computer.  Yes folks that's true! I have been spending the week in Raleigh NC looking for work and peace of mind. The week actually started with copious consumption of alcohol and a superbowl with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/107600934222562997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107600934222562997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107600934222562997'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-107400294198305275</id><published>2004-01-13T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T09:10:50.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The great nations have always acted like gangsters, and the small nations like prostitutes. Stanley Kubrick Now a little explanation about the new link...sunday while doing laundry I was reading the New York Post and came across a blurb about a new blog on blogspot (the same server I use). It was about a young woman who writes about her experiences in London. The catch is that the young woman </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/107400294198305275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107400294198305275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107400294198305275'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-107391653288215769</id><published>2004-01-12T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T09:10:40.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E A OE'SHappy new YearI know I know .. no writing for almost a month but hey I'm busy trying to get my life together in a place where I don't have to worry about things anymore (NO I am NOT planning a heist)Things are happening all around me and I have a lot of comments but whenever it is time to post them they are gone in that limbo that I attribute to too much drugging when I was younger.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/107391653288215769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107391653288215769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107391653288215769'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-107212024899703983</id><published>2003-12-22T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T14:12:09.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tis the season ..or is it?Well I notice you have been discussing a few interesting things so now I have a new topic for you and it has to do with gift giving.Shold we cave in and give a person what they ask for? or if we find that special thing we think might suit them better should we get that? or is that special thing something we really want for ourselves should we buy it for ourselves and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/107212024899703983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107212024899703983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107212024899703983'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-107159392794403092</id><published>2003-12-16T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T11:59:59.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vodka Vs GinIn the matter of Vodka vs Gin I would like to open the discussion up to the readers (those few who still read this blog).Mr. Middleton calls a vodka Martini an oxy moron like tofu burger. I say it's all a matter of taste and mood but I am still adamant on the stirring and not shaking as well as the garnishes for each.please feel free to give me your two cents and also feel free</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/107159392794403092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107159392794403092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107159392794403092'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-107159065521438240</id><published>2003-12-16T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T11:05:27.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Reader AlertMr. Middleton lives in New Jersey and enjoys long walks on the beach at dusk, petting his plush toys and chinese women... welcome Mr. Middleton to the foldin other news Congratulations to my buddy Demetrio and his band "Le Vibrazioni" for winning best new artist and best group at the Italian Music Awards</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/107159065521438240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107159065521438240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107159065521438240'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-107152516994312614</id><published>2003-12-15T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T16:54:00.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pla·gia·rize Function: verbInflected Form(s): -rized; -riz·ingEtymology: plagiaryDate: 1716transitive senses : to steal and pass off (the ideas or words of another) as one's own : use (another's production) without crediting the sourceintransitive senses : to commit literary theft : present as new and original an idea or product derived from an existing source"I stole this one form </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/107152516994312614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107152516994312614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107152516994312614'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-107090209195173033</id><published>2003-12-08T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T11:49:13.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Main Entry: snow·flake Pronunciation: -"flAkFunction: nounDate: 17341 : a flake or crystal of snow2 : any of a genus (Leucojum) of bulbous plants of the amaryllis family; especially : one (L. vernum) resembling the snowdrop And so it snowed and snowed and snowed and when the people woke up on the Sunday the snow was gone alll that was left was slush and dirt and ice and slippery streets. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/107090209195173033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107090209195173033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107090209195173033'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-107064986612165791</id><published>2003-12-05T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T13:45:23.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"THE MOST FUNCTIONAL WORD:Thanks to Roger McD Well, it's shit........ That's right, shit! Shit may just be the most functional word in the English language. Consider this: You can be shit faced, Shit out of luck, Or have shit for brains. With a little effort, you can get your shit together, Find a place for your shit Or decide to shit or get off the pot. You can smoke shit, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/107064986612165791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107064986612165791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107064986612165791'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-107055257968333141</id><published>2003-12-04T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T10:43:55.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“All James Bond is getting is water with a splash of Gin and Vermouth” President Josiah BartlettCould this be true? Have I finally reached the end? If I have found the perfect Martini does that mean no more Blogging?Well let’s see. Big glass cup, ice, gin or vodka, a glass chilling on the side. Pour gin or vodka in big glass with ice and stir with long spoon (so the ice doesn’t get chipped) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/107055257968333141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107055257968333141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107055257968333141'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-107048830364261917</id><published>2003-12-03T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T16:52:39.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A client for JD"Man steals snowplow to buy beer"GRAND ISLAND, Neb. (AP) Sometimes it just pays to buy your supplies before a major winter storm hits. A 34-year-old man is accused of stealing a $27,000 snowplow from a city of Hastings storage shed and driving it 20 miles to buy a case of beer from a convenience store in Grand Island. Authorities said he paid for the beer, and gas for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/107048830364261917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107048830364261917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107048830364261917'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-107048740570542524</id><published>2003-12-03T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T16:37:40.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Mouthwash - it just might get you drunkThis is the full article just so my Lawyer friends can cover their assesDETROIT (AP) Be warned: 'Shin pads cannot protect any part of the body they do not cover.' That label on a pair of shin guards beat out nearly 100 competitors Wednesday to win the Michigan Lawsuit Abuse Watch’s Wacky Warning Labels contest. 'I picked up the label and found it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/107048740570542524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107048740570542524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107048740570542524'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-107048303656494563</id><published>2003-12-03T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T15:24:51.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Be warned: 'Shin pads cannot protect any part of the body they do not cover.' "NO CHIT!Warning: Riders of personal watercraft may suffer injury due to forceful injection of water into body cavities either by falling into the water or while mounting the craft."  AND THEN "Eating rocks may lead to broken teeth!" ALL WARNINGS FROM DIFFERENT NEW PRODUCTS!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/107048303656494563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107048303656494563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107048303656494563'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-107048214584943204</id><published>2003-12-03T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T15:10:01.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"THE VACATION OF YOUR DREAMS AWAITS!!!!!"Where? please someone tell me where it's waiting for me because I sure as hell need one.. And don't tell me I just had a few days off for turkey day or that the holidays are coming and I should spread some joy absolutely not I am not going to stand here spreading cheer and joy while I think I deserve a little recognition for my hard work. you might even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/107048214584943204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107048214584943204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/107048214584943204'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106876105611438848</id><published>2003-11-13T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T17:04:44.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sergio Caputo is alive and well.... and is now a San Francisco fan....I used the title of a song in Joe Jackson's Jumpin Jive to mention one of my favourite singers of all time... I just found out a few years ago he moved to Northern California and now I expectantly wait for him to show up on the East Coast in concert hopefully soon huh?Anyway Sergio's managaer was a friend of mine's step </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106876105611438848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106876105611438848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106876105611438848'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106875303407952118</id><published>2003-11-13T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T14:51:01.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"L'Italia piange i 19 morti in Iraq "The death toll has risen to 19 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106875303407952118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106875303407952118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106875303407952118'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106864725600213088</id><published>2003-11-12T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T09:28:02.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Corriere della Sera - Iraq, kamikaze contro la base dei carabinieriWhen is this going to end????At least 14 (maybe more) Italian military died this morning in an attack in Iraq.... Fuck! I have so many things I'd like to tell your president and the Biritsh Prime Minister and even the Italian one.. but none of it can be printed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106864725600213088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106864725600213088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106864725600213088'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106823066847925813</id><published>2003-11-07T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T13:44:48.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Celebrity sighting of the weekMost of you know I live in NYC and living in the big rotten apple has it's share of perks such as 24 food or drink or drugs, the NY Mets and other things. There is however a lack of green spaces and low rising buildings as well as swimming pools and scantily clad Playboy Bunnies ( you can't have it all can you ?). Inniway one thing tha NY does not lack is the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106823066847925813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106823066847925813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106823066847925813'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106815145087475572</id><published>2003-11-06T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T15:44:29.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More Praise for Gilli, Eric, Jennifer, John, Peter, Skip, Scott and DarrenI just received an E-mail from Eric thanking us again for the Tea Kettle and he didn't have to take time out of his busy day to do that because he already thanked us in his Journal. Anyway I've been listening to Gilli Moon 2nd CD a lot lately Temperamental Angel is really a great influx of Rock Pop and feelings and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106815145087475572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106815145087475572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106815145087475572'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106786698922982880</id><published>2003-11-03T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T10:13:41.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Last night some friends of Gilli's kindly left me an expensive kettle as a present in the encore bucket so now I am assured of hot tea backstage and not those coffee warmer things that really don't do the job. Thank you, friends of Gilli, it is most kind of you. Normally all the Encore Bucket contributions go to charity, but I know this was meant for me. " Eric IdleWell thank you Eric for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106786698922982880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106786698922982880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106786698922982880'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106761075285095535</id><published>2003-10-31T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T09:32:43.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like Chinese, I like Chinese, They're short and sweet, And they're ready to please. Eric IdleWell what I don't understand about the promised land is this: Why did God make the promised land the only piece of desert without oil? He tells the people" Come over here look at this patch of land I got you." And teh people in Egypt go: "Well we're quite happy over here you know, there's this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106761075285095535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106761075285095535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106761075285095535'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106735911915265700</id><published>2003-10-28T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T11:38:45.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Root, root, root for the home team....NOT!So those up there are 2 tickets for Game 6 of the world series.... what a game that was... Most my friends know how much I hate the NY Yankees and couldn't believe I actually got a pair of tix to game six... I toyed with the idea of not going and giving them away to a Yankee fan friend.. but after more discussion and introspection I thought Hell it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106735911915265700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106735911915265700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106735911915265700'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106700147507965662</id><published>2003-10-24T09:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T09:17:56.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I'm an instant star. Just add water and stir. David Bowie "Well a star was born last night when Howler Records had it's label launch concert and party. Despite the late hour I decided to go check it out and was extremely impressed with the two bands who performed there Nitromusk and the Bamboo Kids. Keep your eyes and ears open this label is here to stay </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106700147507965662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106700147507965662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106700147507965662'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106693643949542095</id><published>2003-10-23T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T15:13:59.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tales from the Bizarro worldWho has never lost anything.. a set of keys, a wallet, a pair of gloves or even a trinket that is so dear to you you promised yourself you'd go to the lost and found department but never went... Now you know what happened to all of it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106693643949542095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106693643949542095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106693643949542095'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106676799942718631</id><published>2003-10-21T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T16:26:39.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"One night in a club called `The Shaking Hand' There was a ninety-two decibel rocking band The music was good and the music was loud And the singer turned and he said to the crowd - 'Let there be rock'"So I received a free upgrade from Blogger (thank you) and I am now allowed to post pictures so brace yourselves and be prepared if you have any requests I will post those pics too (within </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106676799942718631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106676799942718631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106676799942718631'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106674711520723233</id><published>2003-10-21T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T10:41:17.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EUREKA!Testing this Billy thing I was able to publish my first picture... more to come wohoo!!!!meanwhile why don't you take the test.Thanks to Lightspeedchick for the link</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106674711520723233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106674711520723233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106674711520723233'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106674693887811699</id><published>2003-10-21T10:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T10:37:10.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well! What a bit of luck you have found, and seemsto always follow you! You are just likeeveryone's favourite trouble causing hobbit,Pippin! You have to have your pint of ale and abit of adventure. What Billy Boyd Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106674693887811699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106674693887811699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106674693887811699'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106674648535640294</id><published>2003-10-21T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T10:28:05.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"And crawling on the planet's faceSome insects called the human raceLost in time, and lost in spaceAnd meaning "Frank Miller is a genius! I just finished reading "The Dark Knight Strikes again" a followup to his seminal book "The Dark Knight Returns" where find a new Batman one who has fallen from grace left for dead in a world run by Lex Luthor and Brainiac where the old heroes like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106674648535640294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106674648535640294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106674648535640294'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106564402643273503</id><published>2003-10-08T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T16:13:46.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We'll remember it for you wholesale or give me my money back you bitch. Philip K. Dick and Ben Folds.I couldn't decide on the title the first being the short story on which Total Recall was based and the latter is part of a song called song for the dumped.I feel dumped duped and taken for a ride now that an Austrian actor has become governor of what he calls the Great State of California. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106564402643273503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106564402643273503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106564402643273503'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106556008795847348</id><published>2003-10-07T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T16:55:59.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The following takes place between 4 pm and 5 pm on the day of the California Recall voteOk I stole it from 24 I guess I'm jonesing for that show to start again. Anyway there is something that has been bothering me for a little while. Politicians are expected to live a squeaky clean life right? no sex, drugs or Rock n' Roll... no groping drinking or intern fellatio.... When someone runs for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106556008795847348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106556008795847348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106556008795847348'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106484430006423581</id><published>2003-09-29T09:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T10:05:00.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They're dropping like flies part IIOnce again I find myself paying tribute to great people who passed away. This has been a tricky couple of weeks I would say with everybody passing. Now you may add George Plimpton, Robert Palmer, Althea Gibson and Elia Kazan to the list of celebrities who passed away this month......Is Italy America's mirror?It sounds weird but first a tragedy occurs on 9-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106484430006423581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106484430006423581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106484430006423581'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106400223364081119</id><published>2003-09-19T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T16:10:33.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It isn't pollution that's harming the environment. It's the impurities in our air and water that are doing it.  Vice President Dan Quayle I wonder if Serge Storms ever got a hold of Dan Quayle what would've happened.... For those of you who read my blog and remember it (me) Serge Storms is a carachter in the Ted Dorsey books I keep urging everyone to read. I just started the latest one (already</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106400223364081119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106400223364081119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106400223364081119'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106391457181028994</id><published>2003-09-18T15:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T15:49:31.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let me tell you something. As we were walking around in the store, Marilyn and I were just really impressed by all the novelties and the different types of little things that you could get for Christmas. And all the people that would help you, they were dressed up in things that said `I believe in Santa Claus'. And the only thing that I could think is that I believe in George Bush. -- Senator </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106391457181028994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106391457181028994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106391457181028994'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106381300024550749</id><published>2003-09-17T11:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T11:36:40.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of you will leave "The Lap od Luxury" and make their return to their said lives working for the man. Ralph The smarmy hostOk I know i'm not the only one hooked on reality TV. Who can honestly tell me they have never watched a single episode of Survivor or even The Real World. Well Ladies and Gents here is the answer to all our reality junkie prayers. "The Joe Schmo Show". It is a fake </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106381300024550749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106381300024550749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106381300024550749'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106337487168528124</id><published>2003-09-12T09:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T09:55:35.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They're dropping like fliesYou'll see that life is a frolic and laughter is calling for you...... Down at our rendez-vous, Three's company, too!!!!!! As I still mourn the death of the Man in Black I find out that a television comedy icon is dead too... Young and funny John Ritter is now waiting to get on stage with the best of them up there. We loved his fake gay carachter and his movies </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106337487168528124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106337487168528124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106337487168528124'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106337240208063021</id><published>2003-09-12T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T09:13:22.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah I went with nothingNothing but the thought of youI went wandering. U2 as sung by Johnny CashAnd another legend leaves us with an empty feeling. He was the true american man. His Ring of Fire was covered over and over again and U2 had him sing some of the best lyrics they ever wrote. Well Johnny now you are wondering with the best of them!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106337240208063021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106337240208063021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106337240208063021'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106328789486289360</id><published>2003-09-11T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T09:44:54.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is a mistake to think you can solve any major problems just with potatoes. Douglas Adams First I would like to make a correction actually it's more of a I can't think of the word but it'll come to you or me... On August 29th I posted about a spoiled rich kid I worked with I am glad I do not work with her anymore but all the things I said in there were solely directed to my frustration about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106328789486289360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106328789486289360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106328789486289360'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106302787313135685</id><published>2003-09-08T09:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T09:31:13.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain He was looking for the place called Lee Ho Fook's Going to get a big dish of beef chow mein. Warren ZevonI was going to write about a few different things but I think right now deserves a moment of reflection.... after a long battle with cancer Warren Zevon Died at 56 but not before releasing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106302787313135685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106302787313135685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106302787313135685'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106276790022706849</id><published>2003-09-05T09:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T09:18:37.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Main Entry: 1lame Pronunciation: 'lAmFunction: adjectiveInflected Form(s): lam·er; lam·estEtymology: Middle English, from Old English lama; akin to Old High German lam lame, Lithuanian limti to break downDate: before 12th centurylacking needful or desirable substance : WEAK, INEFFECTUAL (a lame excuse)alright so some of my posts might be dull and ineffective but I believe in the balance </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106276790022706849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106276790022706849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106276790022706849'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106269079699041850</id><published>2003-09-04T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T11:53:16.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Contest... more like a scavenger hunt but without prizeI decided to do something different and I want you guys to search the internet for this person.... Jaded you are excluded from the competition because you know who it might be .... if you live in NYC and are the first to guess you win a drink from yours truly... send your guesses to kingroo120@yahoo.com. so here goes and Good luck.I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106269079699041850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106269079699041850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106269079699041850'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106259966748119159</id><published>2003-09-03T10:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T10:34:27.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is of interest to note that while some dolphins are reported to have learned English -- up to fifty words used in correct context -- no human being has been reported to have learned dolphinese. Carl Sagan I just wanted you guys to know that there are worse blogs out there to read like this oneYou should give it a try</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106259966748119159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106259966748119159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106259966748119159'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106259416225329100</id><published>2003-09-03T09:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T09:02:42.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The crystal ship is being filledA thousand girls, a thousand thrillsA million ways to spend your timeWhen we get back, I’ll drop a line. The DoorsSo here goes ... we were very impressed by our Labor day trip that we seriously decided to start the moving papers.... the people are great and they have lots to drink!!! also we saw Dave Attell and actually were able to hang out with him for like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106259416225329100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106259416225329100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106259416225329100'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106252465187220454</id><published>2003-09-02T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T13:44:23.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two potatoes walking the streets... how can you tell which one is the prostitute?I had a great time in NC and I can't wait to move there ... maybe it can be sooner than later but as with all drastic changes it takes time and planning.We saw a house we like but only form the outside ..  I do wonder if we move there if I have to keep watching the sun come up every weekend with Jaded JD and go </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106252465187220454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106252465187220454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106252465187220454'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106216465761869480</id><published>2003-08-29T09:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T09:44:17.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Daddy's with you wherever you areDaddy's a comfortDaddy's your best friendDaddy'll hold your hand right up to the endA-ha sha-la, a-ha sha-laDaddy's gonna pay for your crashed car. U2No more having to listen how her dad gave her a Gas Card or how her boyfriend (I pity him) hung out with a celebrity last night... no more having to hear how New Jersey is da bomb and Europe sucks and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106216465761869480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106216465761869480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106216465761869480'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106199820640283122</id><published>2003-08-27T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T11:31:14.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint. Mark Twain This is more of a shout out to all you readers.. I am glad you picked up my humble diary again and I am thankful for your insight even though you could comment a little more... a particular shout out goes to SS(I'm still not over it but I'm dealing) Chewy(how's freedom?) and Redjacaranda(scrivimi a kingroo120@yahoo.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106199820640283122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106199820640283122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106199820640283122'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106199730026937103</id><published>2003-08-27T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T12:40:38.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Liberty without learning is always in peril; learning without liberty is always in vain. John F. Kennedy Well my tenure with Project Liberty is almost over. I have three days left here and I can't wait for it to be done. Between disorganization on their part and less than willing co-workers I am very glad to leave this all behind. I believe that the programs intentions were great but most of it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106199730026937103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106199730026937103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106199730026937103'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106182091543930887</id><published>2003-08-25T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T10:16:31.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've gone into hundreds of [fortune-teller's parlors], and have been told thousands of things, but nobody ever told me I was a policewoman getting ready to arrest her. New York City detectiveNobody told me I was a woman either but according to the gender genie I am.CLick on the link and check it out .. then let me know how you fared</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106182091543930887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106182091543930887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106182091543930887'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106182010071002205</id><published>2003-08-25T10:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T10:01:40.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>September tries its best to have us forget summer. Bern WilliamsIt's almost here... the sweltering heat will probably make way for rainy days and colored leaves... and what will it bring us? harvest time and new wines, Football, Soccer, Basketball, Hockey and the baseball playoffs for one....get ready to say goodbye to summer skirts and tan lines.. and for me?well I get to keep my job.. or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106182010071002205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106182010071002205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106182010071002205'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106121378299792742</id><published>2003-08-18T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T09:36:23.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He said - "Let there be light", and there was light"Let there be sound", and there was sound"Let there be drums", and there was drums"Let there be guitar", and there was guitar"Let there be rock" And it came to passThat rock 'n' roll was born. AC/DCOk so it starts with one of the greatest shows I've seen in a while on Tuesday August 12th a day after his 49th birthday Joe Jackson took the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106121378299792742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106121378299792742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106121378299792742'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106069464450411702</id><published>2003-08-12T09:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T09:24:04.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Tis better to be silent and be thought a fool, than to speak and remove all doubt. Abraham Lincoln today is a bad day ... maybe I'll elaborate later</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106069464450411702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106069464450411702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106069464450411702'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106061258305423794</id><published>2003-08-11T10:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T10:37:41.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This generationRules the nationWith versionMusic happen to be the food of loveSounds to really make you rub and scrub. Musical Youthme seh Pass de dutchi on de left hand side la la la well where should I start .... some of you know I lived in Australia for a while ... some of you don't  while there in my early early years I hooked up with my friend Gilli she was a year older than me and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106061258305423794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106061258305423794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106061258305423794'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-106000507539602178</id><published>2003-08-04T09:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T09:51:15.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am just going outside and may be some time. Captain Lawrence Oates (1880 - 1912), last wordsTen years ago I was probably packing up some stuff picking out CDs getting ready for a move that would change my life so drastically I can't even look back and think of what it would be like if had stayed.... The next day with a one way ticket I was landing in NYC and the BMG building (my former </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/106000507539602178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106000507539602178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/106000507539602178'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-105940327909994861</id><published>2003-07-28T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T10:41:18.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"One machine can do the work of fifty ordinary men. No machine can do the work of one extraordinary man. Elbert Hubbard "Some of you might know my contract with my current job is up at the end of August. I have been scrambling through every job site applying for everything in sight.I did not, however, realize how difficult it is to apply on line ... everyone has a completely different process.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/105940327909994861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/105940327909994861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/105940327909994861'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-105916576516339557</id><published>2003-07-25T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T16:42:45.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards.Robert Heinlein I was just reading a couple of comments somebody told me they made on a post or two and I was extremely honored to find out the L. T. Fawkes actually decided to post a comment just because I mentioned his (I believe he's a guy although the book offers no info on the writer</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/105916576516339557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/105916576516339557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/105916576516339557'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-105897126038034763</id><published>2003-07-23T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T10:41:00.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Paul Roe is alive and well........and is a Tattoo artist in DC.Every now and then I get nostalgic about the good old days when I first came to NYC. I had some great friends and had a lot of fun fooling around and waiting tables. One of the restaurants I used to work at was called Steak Frites and there was a clique of three people who would hang out in the back room during service swap war </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/105897126038034763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/105897126038034763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/105897126038034763'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-105854183932930701</id><published>2003-07-18T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T11:23:59.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If the facts don't fit the theory, change the facts. Albert Einstein So that is why I decided to change my template a little bit .. I now can post links which is great and the comments are back... the only drawback is that they are way below the post .... enjoy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/105854183932930701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/105854183932930701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/105854183932930701'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-105853863876243568</id><published>2003-07-18T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T10:30:38.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained. Mark Twain Fooling around with my Blog I lost the ability to receive comments... That might not be such a bad thing but I would really like to know what you think. since I do not want to give out my E-mail address I will try and get comments back up. In the meantime enjoy the new look and the links which I will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/105853863876243568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/105853863876243568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/105853863876243568'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-105846227588521699</id><published>2003-07-17T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T13:17:55.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things I hateI hate it when people see you clearly press the button for the elevator and then nonchalantly proceed to press it themselves as if it's going to come faster or you didn't do a good effective press the first time</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/105846227588521699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/105846227588521699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/105846227588521699'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-105845100634160571</id><published>2003-07-17T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T10:10:06.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoever gossips to you will gossip about you. Spanish ProverbWhat is the fascination with it ... I'm sitting here at my desk listening to a bunch of people gossiping about things and people they don't know... I don't pretend to know more about the topics they are touching ... I just think it's ludicrous that they have to drag it on and on and on and on... Don't get me wrong I'm a sucker for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/105845100634160571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/105845100634160571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/105845100634160571'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</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-3703781.post-105830031585005025</id><published>2003-07-15T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T16:18:35.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wisdom doesn't automatically come with old age. Nothing does - except wrinkles. It's true, some wines improve with age. But only if the grapes were good in the first place.Ok here we go again I guess it's the summer months I don't know but I'm in the mood for some writing so here goes..... Firts of all I'm not going to apologize for not writing in three months just because I don't feel the need</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rooscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/105830031585005025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/105830031585005025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703781/posts/default/105830031585005025'/><author><name>Roo120</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066825044379149144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
