<?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-10369946</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:24:57.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vince Averill</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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>325</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-8229689307194923308</id><published>2008-09-15T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:31:07.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vinceaverill.info</title><summary type='text'>GO TO VINCEAVERILL.INFO</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/8229689307194923308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/8229689307194923308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/09/vinceaverillinfo.html' title='vinceaverill.info'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-6218181447950135210</id><published>2008-08-06T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T09:59:48.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mistakes, mistake, mistakes</title><summary type='text'>THE EMAIL ON THIS SITE DOES NOT WORK. PLEASE CONTACT ME USING MYSPACE OR FACEBOOK.  THANKSThe new site is so close to completion.  Mark that as one of the reasons I've not been heard from.  Soon....Meanwhile, this Sunday will mark the second anniversary of the show I produce along side Jesse Popp in New York City.  Please join us if you are able.  We've got a great line-up and the after party </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/6218181447950135210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/6218181447950135210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/08/mistakes-mistake-mistakes.html' title='mistakes, mistake, mistakes'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-2626239224353205095</id><published>2008-07-11T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T12:10:36.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention Please</title><summary type='text'>THE EMAIL ON THIS SITE IS DOWN. PLEASE CONTACT ME ON MYSPACE OR FACEBOOK.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/2626239224353205095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/2626239224353205095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/07/attention-please.html' title='Attention Please'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-5777307653753444699</id><published>2008-07-09T21:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:46:45.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nonsense</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/5777307653753444699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/5777307653753444699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/07/nonsense.html' title='nonsense'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-551052574535786193</id><published>2008-07-09T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T13:45:16.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAG</title><summary type='text'>Here's another preview of Friday night!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/551052574535786193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/551052574535786193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/07/lag.html' title='LAG'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-5536589979143517511</id><published>2008-06-30T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T09:16:06.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prog</title><summary type='text'>THE EMAIL ON THIS SITE DOES NOT WORK. PLEASE FIND ME ON MYSPACE OR FACEBOOK.  We've been through this, but I hate snakes!  Can't look at snakes on stage or screen, in photos or in rubber toy form.  There is no incident that lead to this, but the fact remains.  I disclose this again prior to letting CNN.com know that the video currently featured on the main page of their site entitled "Giant Snake</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/5536589979143517511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/5536589979143517511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/06/prog.html' title='Prog'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-117768694317959170</id><published>2008-06-25T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:03:02.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beat that Thing</title><summary type='text'>THE EMAIL ON THIS SITE IS DOWN. PLEASE FIND ME ON MYSPACE OR FACEBOOK.  THANK YOU.Never, have I claimed to be an expert in the realm of Internet search but I'd be glad to meet the person who can locate any info on a dude from MC Hammer's old dance crew named "No Bones".  He had a crazy triangle of wavy hair that came up of his forehead and straight to the Heavens.  Him being called No Bones I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/117768694317959170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/117768694317959170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/06/beat-that-thing.html' title='Beat that Thing'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-7910523494532455901</id><published>2008-06-06T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T07:49:39.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JJJ</title><summary type='text'>THE EMAIL ON THIS SITE DOES NOT WORK PLEASE FIND ME ON MYSPACE OR FACEBOOK.Not One but Two fool hardy fools climbed up the New York Times building yesterday. One a Frenchmen in protest of global warming, the other a New Yorker trying to raise awareness of the dangers of Malaria.What's that now?The French guy who went first yesterday has climbed some 85 buildings all over the world. I'm guessing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/7910523494532455901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/7910523494532455901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/06/jjj.html' title='JJJ'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-5208427603870471669</id><published>2008-06-03T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T08:59:35.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacking</title><summary type='text'>The Email on this site does not work.  PLease find me on Myspace or FacebookFor those of you not well versed in wearing $20 dress pants, there are certain pitfalls you should be aware of. The first and not very surprising side effect of cheap pants, especially those that look and feel like they should cost more, is inaccurate sizing. If you run up in K-Mart and get cheap pants you're likely to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/5208427603870471669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/5208427603870471669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/06/slacking.html' title='Slacking'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-8607769065508725372</id><published>2008-05-27T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T10:41:06.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Octagon</title><summary type='text'>MJ loves MMAI'm out of New York for a few days getting fluffy on some good groceries.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/8607769065508725372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/8607769065508725372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/05/octagon.html' title='Octagon'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-214934151908812060</id><published>2008-05-20T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T06:53:35.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Peek</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/214934151908812060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/214934151908812060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/05/sneak-peek.html' title='Sneak Peek'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-8486311551087873916</id><published>2008-05-16T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T08:15:01.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHEED</title><summary type='text'> Come see me at the Greg Johnson/Larry Murphy show tonight!!!!! For real though, you got a few days off before the next series starts Yeah yeah, only explosive diarrhea could keep you away, I've heard that before Don't be cussin'.  Come if you're free, you don't even live in NY I guess I'd prefer you don't.  I'm not sure you know how to act in a comedy show It's not personalBe mad.  But please </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/8486311551087873916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/8486311551087873916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/05/sheed.html' title='SHEED'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-4277088999120819625</id><published>2008-05-14T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T07:28:03.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POV</title><summary type='text'> HORSEPOWER I would have never spelled Hemorrhoids correctly.  Is there an ounce of truth in the depiction of the treatment?  This looks like a lost scene from the Beatles movie "Yellow Submarine".  I can't believe that the mountains (almost identical to those featured in a flight simulator I had in about '86) representing the butt in this ad might be weirder than the hemorrhoid that has a mouth </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/4277088999120819625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/4277088999120819625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/05/pov.html' title='POV'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-947786658524761278</id><published>2008-05-05T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:10:05.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loose ends</title><summary type='text'>No email found on this site will work in trying to reach me. For now please find me on Myspace or facebook. So lame. Correction: Jesse Popp's blog has not been seized by the Feds. It's right here My mistake.It's not been perfected but I did throw a few tracks from the Verve up on my Muxtape</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/947786658524761278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/947786658524761278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/05/loose-ends.html' title='loose ends'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-9039666631559216277</id><published>2008-05-01T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T11:23:37.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Godzilla!!!!!!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>The following item related to the above pic comes compliments of Jesse Popp, and because his blog was seized by the feds, I wanted to take the lead on this. Happy Birthday JW, you make it looks stupid, always!!!New York Yankee Hideki Matsui made a rather bizarre announcement the other day, notifying the press that he was getting married to a "a 25-year-old civilian and had formerly been working </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/9039666631559216277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/9039666631559216277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/05/godzilla.html' title='Godzilla!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-1856431712173524539</id><published>2008-04-24T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T06:26:42.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always bet on Black</title><summary type='text'>Wow! Being sick is so fun! It's a feeling onto itself, not being able to breath out your nose and having to dodge snot spots on your pillow when you readjust your head throughout the night. I'd also be remiss if I didn't mention the glamor of using a warm wash cloth to break loose my encrusted nostrils in the morning. I apologize if you're reading this with breakfast. I don't get sick very often,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/1856431712173524539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/1856431712173524539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/04/wow-being-sick-is-so-fun-its-feeling.html' title='Always bet on Black'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-382895477858732651</id><published>2008-04-16T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T11:00:12.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there ain't no doubt</title><summary type='text'>I'm starting to see ice cream trucks. The one thing that for me, may reign supreme over seeing the skin of females as the greatest most best sign that spring is springing,and I will soon sweat all day everyday for yet another grime-factor summer in the dirty rotten apple. Mr. Softy trucks and chicks in their air out clothes. C'mon get you some. Jumped on a 6 train today and there was a dude who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/382895477858732651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/382895477858732651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/04/there-aint-no-doubt.html' title='there ain&apos;t no doubt'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-4381564651063797736</id><published>2008-04-15T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T07:23:48.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Wolf</title><summary type='text'>Hey there old friend.Friday, July 11th is the date my Live at Gotham episode will air on Comedy Central. I'll remind you again but this should allow ample time for you to get your parties planned.Tonight, come to Rififi in NYC! I'm doing a set on my friend Kenny Z's show called Fat Tuesday. 8pm start.There is a 99.7% chance a major earthquake will strike California in the next 30 years.  They </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/4381564651063797736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/4381564651063797736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/04/inner-wolf.html' title='Inner Wolf'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-4193069078369051803</id><published>2008-03-28T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T08:13:38.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish List</title><summary type='text'> LegitLegitNext Thursday and Friday I will be making my inaugural visit to New Orleans.   Check me out at the La Nuit Theatre.  Tonight April 1st I will be hosting at the 507 bar in Williamsburg.  It's comedy with David R!  507 Grand st at Union within steps of the Lorimer stop. 9pm For well over a year I have used headphones that I hated from the moment I opened the package they came in.  The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/4193069078369051803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/4193069078369051803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/03/wish-list.html' title='Wish List'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-3295072128383223049</id><published>2008-03-20T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T10:22:37.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was all a Dream</title><summary type='text'>The Dude stays relevant.  Gives no pause to rocking the Etonic sneaks.  He could have got it done in Spot Bilt, British Knights, LA Gear, Lottos, Troops, the list goes on.How can you have Earf Worms without any Earf? Walking home last night in the remaining rain that had fallen all day I noted a great number of Earf Worms on the sidewalk. But the there wasn't any Earf to speak of anywhere in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/3295072128383223049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/3295072128383223049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-was-all-dream.html' title='It was all a Dream'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-6072158100363998525</id><published>2008-03-15T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T13:25:07.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeth</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/6072158100363998525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/6072158100363998525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/03/teeth.html' title='Teeth'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-3753632877908916216</id><published>2008-03-11T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T09:37:01.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bombers Blow</title><summary type='text'>Billy Crystal is signing a one day contract with the Yankees and will play in a game this week against the Pirates!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!Take BP like every other celeb. Wow Bill, so much respect for the game.  I guess you were the captain of your High School team.  You did Direct the film '61.  After their back up catcher had his wrist blown apart on a play at the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/3753632877908916216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/3753632877908916216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/03/bombers-blow.html' title='Bombers Blow'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-20904811189535160</id><published>2008-03-06T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T11:06:04.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Boy Shit</title><summary type='text'>Here we have a video I was in about the '86 New York Mets. For those who don't know they liked to party, and win baseball games. Check out a book called "The Bad Guys Won" for a great read that's more like Hammer of the Gods than Moneyball.Spotted an elderly Asian woman yesterday sporting bootleg Jordan V's and a mini disc player that was anyting but mini.  NYC!I'll be taping my stand up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/20904811189535160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/20904811189535160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/03/white-boy-shit.html' title='White Boy Shit'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-7278232676239051857</id><published>2008-02-27T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T06:53:39.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody Leaves</title><summary type='text'>Regardless of how laid back a person is, how chill they seem, how unfazed they appear under stress, the one thing that truly will incite virtually any zen master, is having cuts taken on them. I don't care if you're in a line for root canals, there is something inherently violating about somebody stepping in front of you. I've watched the faces of the sweetest old ladies turn to blind rage at the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/7278232676239051857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/7278232676239051857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/02/nobody-leaves.html' title='Nobody Leaves'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-7154489741264082867</id><published>2008-02-21T08:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T10:04:08.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bomb the Bass</title><summary type='text'>Tonight I will be at Julep on Ave A and 1st and Brainyaxe at Bowery Poetry Club both start at 8pm.Having myself enjoyed throwing rocks at a toilet in a land fill on more than one occasion in my life I can understand why top ranking officials within the U.S. Government would make the call to send a missile into space with the purpose of blowing up our own 'disabled' spy satellite. Breaking stuff </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/7154489741264082867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/7154489741264082867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/02/tonight-i-will-be-at-julep-on-ave-and.html' title='Bomb the Bass'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-43131418081271422</id><published>2008-02-15T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T08:22:42.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw Job!</title><summary type='text'>So this guy here in New York was murdered by being stabbed in the head with a cork screw. Getting the screw into a cork is pretty clumsy in my experience, driving it through a skull would require Debo (pic above) strength! Please note the part in the story where the ex-wife is quoted as saying, "nobody deserves to die like that". Statement of the obvious is always funny. I mean a knife to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/43131418081271422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/43131418081271422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/02/screw-job.html' title='Screw Job!'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-7656179875529609162</id><published>2008-02-14T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T09:07:49.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sub</title><summary type='text'> My girlfriend beats me. Pitchers and Catchers are reporting to spring training today.  My baseball boner is on the rise.  That's a pretty bogue description, I love baseball, but it's non-sexual. Swear!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/7656179875529609162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/7656179875529609162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/02/sub.html' title='sub'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-6653792769659248600</id><published>2008-02-12T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T13:37:12.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FTW</title><summary type='text'>The thing about Don Rickles Myspace page, besides the fact it crashed my computer, is it's really fancy. It's the bells and whistles that most assuredly caused my machine to lock up. I wonder, has 81 year old Don Rickles ever seen his page? Did he request the account setting that would prevent "China-men" and "Coloreds" from viewing his page? The layout is sterling, makes me want to only perform </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/6653792769659248600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/6653792769659248600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/02/ftw.html' title='FTW'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-975653005966834313</id><published>2008-02-11T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T13:13:35.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yappin'</title><summary type='text'> Bold redesign of the NFL logo.  Hopefully the traditionalists don't boycott the league.  Not everyone will be into such wholesale change in the appearance of its trademark.  "Man, where all the stars be at?!?!" -Dwayne in Chicago.  Jesse Popp has resurfaced on the internet.The Grammy's happened, so the to be continued on that last post is cancelled. It's a dead issue.Roy Scheider (RIP) May I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/975653005966834313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/975653005966834313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/02/yappin.html' title='Yappin&apos;'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-5366382388811228584</id><published>2008-02-07T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T07:57:06.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S'more</title><summary type='text'>Let me spout a little on the always preposterous Grammy awards. Before I get into my very important thoughts on this years nominees, allow me to recount my favorite Grammy moment. The blessed occasion came at the height of Prince's career, probably Purple Rain era. We were sitting around the family room watching the show, when my Dad (pretty straight laced, gets his hair cut twice a month) walks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/5366382388811228584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/5366382388811228584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/02/let-me-spout-little-on-always.html' title='S&apos;more'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-8303254974716457951</id><published>2008-02-04T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T09:26:10.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get our Root upon</title><summary type='text'>Here's a link to video made by my friends who run the Kissing Booth show. I have a small role.My friend Aaron pointed out to me last night after the Super Bowl that the Lions almost beat the Giants this season. Given that, I'm going to go ahead and move the Lions into second place over all for the year. Giants beat the Pat's, Lions ALMOST beat the Giants. There it is.How's this for irrational </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/8303254974716457951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/8303254974716457951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/02/get-our-root-upon.html' title='Get our Root upon'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-5223672038465738332</id><published>2008-01-22T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T16:57:58.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cock-toast-en</title><summary type='text'>Next Sunday I will be at Ohio State University for a 7pm show at Hitchcock Hall.  JW and I our vacating the Beauty Bar for a week, so come hang with us on location. In a world and more specifically a city where so many are so very concerned with appearances, it's refreshing to see somebody who has zero concern for their look.  I spotted a dude wearing a Clamato bag today.  Clamato happens to be a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/5223672038465738332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/5223672038465738332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/01/next-sunday-i-will-be-at-ohio-state.html' title='Cock-toast-en'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-8906446354141265070</id><published>2008-01-16T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T09:34:32.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 Times</title><summary type='text'>After putting all these pics up I realized it might make it seem like he's dead.  Rest assured he is not.  I just felt like doing it, and I do what I want. I'm in here for a moment.I'm uncertain as to why it's taken me this long to mention, but here goes... Your full attention needs to be paid to an artist named Martin Brummeler. He's a friend, and he has a record that has been out for a little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/8906446354141265070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/8906446354141265070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/01/16-times.html' title='16 Times'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-5243484055262275517</id><published>2008-01-02T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T07:06:06.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from it</title><summary type='text'>Everybody relax! I have not been tearing up this place lately. What does that mean? Have I lost my love for typing nonsense? Let's see...There's no great reason as to why I've been missing.  Well, there is the new gym membership, the calligraphy lessons, tap dance seminar, both of the hook rugs I've got going,  (one is Lincoln at Gettysburg, and the other is a portrait of Night Court era Markie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/5243484055262275517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/5243484055262275517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-from-it.html' title='Back from it'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-7672456968350086262</id><published>2007-12-18T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T08:39:12.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Shirt, all Service</title><summary type='text'>Simply chiseled, and some wonderful doll hair to boot. Somebody give me the number for where they can so expertly glue your mane back on. I don't bring up Matt for the sole purpose of his bountiful locks, I don't bring him up because dude got sliced in the face preparing for his new film and had to get his money maker stitched up. I bring him up to shine a little light on just what the new film </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/7672456968350086262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/7672456968350086262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-shirt-all-service.html' title='No Shirt, all Service'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-1160228775524237736</id><published>2007-12-17T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T09:10:20.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something else</title><summary type='text'>This photo captures the final moment before the Winter Warlock loses his shit upon being given a toy. It's not the actual locomotive that gets him, it's the fact that he's felt so disenfranchised his whole friggin' life, and made to feel unwanted. Turns out he's been a creep, and possessing the forest and what have you as a means to cope with his own issues. Unless you happen to be one of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/1160228775524237736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/1160228775524237736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/12/something-else.html' title='something else'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-4285962520631631842</id><published>2007-12-14T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T09:03:42.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caddy</title><summary type='text'>Would you look at these three idiots!Anticipation does not even surmise how I am feeling about the above pictured film.  Take one shitty old cartoon, make sure everyone has forgotten it even existed, then make a film out of it using high tech computer animation.  The only way to appeal to this current generation of Go-gurt slurping kids is to give these nut storing pop stars an urban feel.  If </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/4285962520631631842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/4285962520631631842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/12/caddy.html' title='Caddy'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-1018280894121687322</id><published>2007-12-10T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T08:44:46.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lumber</title><summary type='text'> This picture is sick!  It's of Mike V. and was taken by my old pal Larry Ransom over the weekend.As it pertains to my potential Detroit Tigers line up from a few days ago, I posted that in a moment of weakness, and I guess I never really believed Inge would be starting.  I rep Inge, and he's a guy who crawled through the shit with the Tigers.  I hope he lands someplace and gets his swing in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/1018280894121687322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/1018280894121687322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/12/lumber.html' title='lumber'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-6990129213517611153</id><published>2007-12-05T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T07:47:51.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Pleased</title><summary type='text'>Projected lineupBatting 1. Curtis Granderson Center field2. Placido Polanco Second base3. Gary Sheffield Designated hitter4. Magglio Ordonez Right field5. Miguel Cabrera Left field6. Carlos Guillen First base7. Edgar Renteria Shortstop8. Pudge Rodriguez Catcher9. Brandon Inge Third basePitching 1. Justin Verlander Right-hander2. Dontrelle Willis Left-hander3. Jeremy Bonderman Right-hander4. Kenny</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/6990129213517611153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/6990129213517611153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/12/very-pleased.html' title='Very Pleased'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-5311868786480429463</id><published>2007-12-03T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T11:23:05.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snare</title><summary type='text'> While I was at the Islanders game the other night they had some girls shooting T-shirts into the crowd during an intermission.  We were sitting right on the glass behind the benches and there was a bunch of kids losing their shit trying to get the attention of the girls, so they would then shoot a shirt in their direction, since it would involve aiming the shirt bazooka almost straight up in the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/5311868786480429463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/5311868786480429463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/12/snare.html' title='snare'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-3453419644163935834</id><published>2007-11-30T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T07:59:05.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>City of Angels (not the film with Nick Cage)</title><summary type='text'>Rodney King's been shot!!  I never saw that coming.  After getting his settlement of 3.8 large for having his ass beat by cops on tape, he started his rap label "Straight Alta-Pazz", and let's be fair, that was a step in the right direction, and the next thing I know I'm reading how he somebody blasted him with bird shot from a rifle.  Shooting somebody with bird shot is more of a warning, I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/3453419644163935834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/3453419644163935834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/11/city-of-angels-not-film-with-nick-cage.html' title='City of Angels (not the film with Nick Cage)'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-3804409428810184919</id><published>2007-11-28T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T07:28:29.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matter</title><summary type='text'>I'm just now reading about a Rhode Island Hospital where three, count them three times this year, brain surgery has been performed on the wrong side of the patient's head.  The Director of Health at the hospital came with this public relations gem. "We are extremely concerned about this continuing pattern."  Also extremely concerned should be anyone inside that hospital with so much as a headache</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/3804409428810184919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/3804409428810184919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/11/matter.html' title='Matter'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-938938281325705301</id><published>2007-11-27T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T10:08:22.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horace Boulder</title><summary type='text'>For crying out dick.  It's become readily apparent to me that these words are all this site has anymore.  The massive redesign I hyped a while back is stuck in neutral, and my crack team of experts are dedicated to other projects.  For now we'll have to settle for this frames based garbage dump until another designer with low self esteem presents themselves at well below cost.They found the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/938938281325705301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/938938281325705301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/11/horace-boulder.html' title='Horace Boulder'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-6581283193015374417</id><published>2007-11-20T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T08:07:08.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Style</title><summary type='text'>I'd say on average I see a story about somebody getting caught in a chimney once a month. When the person who's stuck is a would be burglar, I find it relatively moronic, but don't dwell on it since we're talking about a criminal, and breaking into houses isn't exactly white collar crime, or even blue collar crime, it's like a henley crime, and I'm not phased by the thought process of the crook. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/6581283193015374417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/6581283193015374417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/11/style.html' title='Style'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-3150647559832612394</id><published>2007-11-16T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T06:42:18.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Right</title><summary type='text'> Oh Yeeeeeeeeeeeah!  The Macho Man turned 54 yesterday.  Sorry for the delay in making my well wishes public.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/3150647559832612394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/3150647559832612394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/11/thats-right.html' title='That&apos;s Right'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-5426383479125155009</id><published>2007-11-15T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T08:51:31.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#16 please</title><summary type='text'> We see here a once great Matchbox store display, like the one found in the D&amp;C Store in Milford, MI.  A once proud marketing tool reduced to whatever basement in which it now resides.  For those not in the know this case would sit on the counter full of cars and trucks waiting for you to simply request the vehicle you wanted by the number positioned next to it.  At the time nobody could have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/5426383479125155009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/5426383479125155009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/11/16-please.html' title='#16 please'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-4682334909535155955</id><published>2007-11-08T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T08:34:50.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FORCE</title><summary type='text'>Laid my eyes upon Wes Anderson's latest "Darjeeling Limited" yesterday. All his movies have rooms and spaces full of interesting furniture and knick knacks, and art, that make you want to inhabit those locations. I sort of hope that these are places created in Mr. Anderson's mind and that like me, he lives in a small apartment with a drop ceiling, nothing on the walls, and China Town couches with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/4682334909535155955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/4682334909535155955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/11/force.html' title='FORCE'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-3526371334638231728</id><published>2007-11-06T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T11:52:54.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TV</title><summary type='text'>Here you will find The Apartment episode 4.5. It's probably my favorite installment so far.Yesterday I tried on more than one occasion to post some pictures of an Indian child with several extra limbs, along with a picture of Vishnu. I decided that it wasn't meant to be, but using words from previous sentence anyone age 5 and up should be able to find plenty on the subject via the search engine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/3526371334638231728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/3526371334638231728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/11/tv.html' title='TV'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-1303462736906278705</id><published>2007-11-02T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T09:34:55.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brah</title><summary type='text'>Why's Dog the Bounty Hunter gotta go dropping 'N' bombs all over for?  I loved that dude!  His biography is a page turner, and that's mostly due to me pausing every couple chapters to remark to myself, "I think he fucking wrote this himself".  There's no other author listed, which doesn't mean anything, but if this was written by another, than that person was able to really capture the Dog's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/1303462736906278705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/1303462736906278705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/11/brah.html' title='Brah'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-3089753930866789718</id><published>2007-10-30T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T08:41:47.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regroup</title><summary type='text'>I think talking about how most female Halloween costumes are of the "sexy" variety is almost like talking about riding on an airplane at this point.  It's been done, and done, and done.  But due to a couple extreme circumstances I feel I must type a few words.  A friend of mine was telling me about how she saw a slutty Revolutionary War, British Soldier.  A skanky Red Coat as it were.  That to me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/3089753930866789718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/3089753930866789718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/10/regroup.html' title='Regroup'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-5146094458755466512</id><published>2007-10-25T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T09:21:14.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apartment 3</title><summary type='text'>The New episode     I'm almost back to New York</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/5146094458755466512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/5146094458755466512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/10/apartment-3.html' title='Apartment 3'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-7717040854122994064</id><published>2007-10-20T13:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T13:20:51.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Count Down</title><summary type='text'>Here is a random mountain picture.  Not even sure where it is from at this point.This is the Hip Hop store in Grande Prairie, Alberta.There were two dudes working and the second guy was not totally cool with me taking pictures despite my assurance that they were just to show friends in New York.  It was at this point he let me know all their inventory comes from LA.  I felt like he was telling me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/7717040854122994064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/7717040854122994064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/10/final-count-down.html' title='The Final Count Down'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-1726316075384967454</id><published>2007-10-19T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T18:49:44.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grande Prairie, Alberta</title><summary type='text'>In the motel after an eight hour drive today.  This is the most north I have ever been.   I have a show tonight and a show tomorrow and then the tour ends.  It really has flown by.I didn't realize Dudley Moore was dead.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/1726316075384967454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/1726316075384967454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/10/grande-prairie-alberta.html' title='Grande Prairie, Alberta'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-489838127982369573</id><published>2007-10-18T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T14:29:57.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onward</title><summary type='text'>The second episode of The Apartment is now up.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/489838127982369573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/489838127982369573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/10/onward.html' title='Onward'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-3997640656141566807</id><published>2007-10-17T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T18:25:39.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Fat</title><summary type='text'>I have been all over Western Canada for over a month and not seen one single Dome Hockey Game.  That seems a little weird to me.  Buck Hunter, they have covered.  In fact, I sat and watched some dude in Lethbridge, Alberta beasting some Big Buck Hunter Pro.  That toy plastic gun was a simple extension of his arm and his obvious upbringing by an unaffectionate father who tried to show love by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/3997640656141566807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/3997640656141566807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/10/all-fat.html' title='All Fat'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-1104321972589982637</id><published>2007-10-16T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T16:51:41.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>223</title><summary type='text'>Oh hey there...I'm just relaxing in the lobby of the Black Foot Inn here in Calgary, Alberta, Canada.  There's a pianist in sunglasses putting 110 into a version of Stairway to Heaven on a baby grand near by, and yes he rocked out the end part. Not much has been happening since Cranbrook.  The second night there was a pretty fun show, and having two sinks in my room meant one could become a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/1104321972589982637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/1104321972589982637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/10/223.html' title='223'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-113599319127438672</id><published>2007-10-13T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T14:53:38.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yzerman</title><summary type='text'>Ahh, Cranbrook, British Columbia.  They were with me last night, at least for the part of the show when I quizzed them on the  front page story from that day's  Cranbrook Townsman newspaper about a guy rescuing a cat that had been in a tree for 3 weeks.When I return to New York this site is going to receive a major overhaul.  Major.  Bells and Whistles are currently being stocked into a small </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/113599319127438672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/113599319127438672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/10/yzerman.html' title='Yzerman'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-7952160536932616769</id><published>2007-10-12T15:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T15:51:28.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tourist</title><summary type='text'>These are pictures of something called Frank's Slide.  It's on the way to Cranbrook, BC.  These pictures do not do justice to the immensity of the rock field.  Mixed in there is a massive dump truck which also seems small in the picture without a point of reference.Already on the home stretch of this Canadian tour.  It's Cranbrook the next two nights and Grand Prairie Alberta next week.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/7952160536932616769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/7952160536932616769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/10/tourist.html' title='tourist'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-7086919097523094261</id><published>2007-10-10T14:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T15:30:30.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple of days</title><summary type='text'>Canadian Football on Canadian ThanksgivingThe fansI don't have a tattoo, but go ahead an enlarge the above picture and tell me you'd go to this place for a piece of artwork that will be on your body for the remainder of your life.  That's the best drawing they could come up with for the advertisement?  Drawing is sort of important to most tattoo work, no?  Is that supposed to be Vinnie Paul with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/7086919097523094261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/7086919097523094261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/10/couple-of-days.html' title='A couple of days'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-8307456784744789650</id><published>2007-10-07T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T15:45:26.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misty Mountain</title><summary type='text'>My only pics from Kelowna.This is how they keep their Nerds!Kelowna was a nice town, and the shows were all decent to good.  It's another case of a bar being turned into a comedy club and it just breeds talk.  The audience is inherently chatty, and we had to wait on two of the nights for a hockey game to end before we could even start the show.  I did however experience for the first time an item</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/8307456784744789650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/8307456784744789650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/10/misty-mountain.html' title='Misty Mountain'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-9085989420019627731</id><published>2007-10-04T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T19:44:27.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Line</title><summary type='text'>Some how an all day car ride can nullify any shower or good nights rest you had before it.  A day in the vehicle makes you gross and tired.  So why not now at the tail end of an all day car ride perform some comedy.Here's the ride to Kelowna, British Columbia</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/9085989420019627731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/9085989420019627731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/10/blue-line.html' title='Blue Line'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-704738326665499703</id><published>2007-10-02T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T12:30:55.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim Horton's again</title><summary type='text'>Canada is not afraid.  While its neighbor to the south, America closes its pools on Labor Day every year.  I sit with a perfect view of a pool which is open and waiting to be swim, swam, swum in.  Let's not forget there's already been snow here.Regina ended up being a fun show.  The term Pork Twat was first uttered by an audience member in Regina, and I won't soon forget that.  I'd never use such</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/704738326665499703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/704738326665499703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/10/tim-hortons-again.html' title='Tim Horton&apos;s again'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-6503341736845123620</id><published>2007-09-29T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T17:50:57.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If</title><summary type='text'>Saskatoon came very strong last night.  I had been told that the room there was solid and the people were smart and a great crowd.  I found all of those things to be true.  I'm now posted six floors above where I am set to perform in a few hours.  This room isn't designed for comedy which can be trouble, but I'm hoping Regina, Saskatchewan can channel some of the power  their neighbors a couple </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/6503341736845123620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/6503341736845123620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/09/if.html' title='If'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-8537186921424704657</id><published>2007-09-28T16:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T17:17:19.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avian Flu</title><summary type='text'>Here's some dinner I ate with two coffee stirs as chop sticks.Saskatchewan is sort of flat.Although I did catch this perfect little set for a 70's sci-fi movie.Saskatoon.Saskatoon.After about Six hours of travel by car, I'm sitting in my hotel room waiting to see what the residents of Saskatoon think of me.  I'll be sure to let you know.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/8537186921424704657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/8537186921424704657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/09/aveon-flu.html' title='Avian Flu'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-1064397473759377354</id><published>2007-09-26T17:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T17:16:49.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeanette</title><summary type='text'>Sweet souvenir for sale, and it was being featured in the front of the shop!  Draw them in with the barf-stone cowgirl, and keep them there with the $3 Ramen Noodles.My inability to convert Celsius is causing me to be outside with too much or not enough on.  And since I've done nothing to figure it out I've been treated to some bullshit cold symptoms.Now please excuse me while I use wikipedia to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/1064397473759377354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/1064397473759377354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/09/jeanette.html' title='Jeanette'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-1231246742286226356</id><published>2007-09-24T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T10:50:03.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vince's pick</title><summary type='text'>I have mentioned listography.com on here before, but now there's a book.  Don't mess this up, it's a terrific gift, for yourself or others. I just saved you untold amounts of time wandering around the store this Christmas.  Get this book, and then tell others to do the same.  This book would have gotten a supporting actor Oscar if it had existed when they were making High Fidelity.  How's that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/1231246742286226356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/1231246742286226356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/09/vinces-pick.html' title='Vince&apos;s pick'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-4676600291249937877</id><published>2007-09-23T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T16:08:06.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>up and down</title><summary type='text'>As promised, now that I have internet again in the privacy of my hotel room, I offer some pics.  The first is from the ride to Edmonton.  The landscape was very Ohio so i had to spruce it up by capturing a sign in passing.This was as the bus rolled into Edmonton.This was some shit they were trying to pass off as Soda.And here we see myself, Ken, and DJ making the green room look good.  The shows </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/4676600291249937877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/4676600291249937877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/09/up-and-down.html' title='up and down'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-2241795359810893999</id><published>2007-09-21T13:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T13:11:28.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><summary type='text'>The hotel I am at in Edmonton is really nice except their internet is jacked up.  For this reason here's the only pic I can offer until I am able to not have to do my internetting at a fucking Starbucks.  It's a quick snap of me on the bus yesterday.It was snowing in Calgary before I left. Unacceptable!Ran into  dude on the elevator wearing a t-shirt that said "Where do you want it? In the Yapper</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/2241795359810893999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/2241795359810893999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/09/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-5241681176646071710</id><published>2007-09-20T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T09:11:28.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul Bearer</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Jeff Temske for sending me this incredible picture.It snowed where I was yesterday.I have to leave for Edmonton now.  I'll be back with pictures from the ride, etc in a few hours I hope</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/5241681176646071710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/5241681176646071710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/09/paul-bearer.html' title='Paul Bearer'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-8473034272972363438</id><published>2007-09-18T17:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T17:48:15.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>View from the Top</title><summary type='text'>There it is: the view from my room on the third floor of the Travel Lodge.  I'm still in Calgary, but had to move to a different hotel from where I had been staying due to a shortage of rooms.  The Travel lodge is not as nice as the Hotel where I will stay most of the time on this tour but it does boast having a bar next door named the Regal Beagle!  I intend to head over there later and see if I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/8473034272972363438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/8473034272972363438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/09/view-from-top.html' title='View from the Top'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-6590742773719033761</id><published>2007-09-16T14:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T14:30:52.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stampede</title><summary type='text'>Look again, Led Zeppelin has not added another show to their one-off reunion.  This appears to be an epic tribute band.Get right in there.  Looks like Steven Stills (far right) is moonlighting.  I'm guessing the dude on the far left is supposed to be Jimmy Page, but it looks to me like they photo shopped Jim Belushi's face onto Tony Iommi's body.  Bonham just rolled over onto his stomach which is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/6590742773719033761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/6590742773719033761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/09/stampede.html' title='Stampede'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-5910460861370891781</id><published>2007-09-15T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T09:18:07.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was me</title><summary type='text'>This is a below average picture of my friend and fellow comedian DJ Hazard.  I know him from NY and when I heard I'd be working with him up here, I knew 'd be all right.The first friend I made in Canada.  Cheezies are the genetically superior cheese puff.  Don't be surprised if I end up running off and getting married to a bag, and not just to get citizenship.  Clearly there would be flaws in the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/5910460861370891781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/5910460861370891781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-was-me.html' title='It was me'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-2001894412347177840</id><published>2007-09-14T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T09:24:43.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Head First</title><summary type='text'>No pictures yet.  I'm sorry, but I knew going in that my ability to pull out the camera was very suspect.  First show last night was solid and a good little ice breaker into the actual weekend where people won't have the threat of work the next day interfering with there ability to process words like inevitably.Truth be told, I couldn't figure out how to turn the shower on in my hotel room </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/2001894412347177840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/2001894412347177840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/09/head-first.html' title='Head First'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-2101601638196316104</id><published>2007-09-13T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T09:20:13.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calgary...Alberta...Canada</title><summary type='text'>After about 8 hours of being in transit yesterday/today, Calgary greeted me with a temperature of 39 degrees (I deal in fahrenheit).  That's a 35 degree swing from when I left New York, fortunately I had all my hats on the top of my suit case and all my warm clothes at the bottom.  Stocking cap and a t-shirt, letting the cab driver know I am not afraid. Customs and immigration went as smoothly as</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/2101601638196316104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/2101601638196316104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/09/calgaryalbertacanada.html' title='Calgary...Alberta...Canada'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-8868863243702159931</id><published>2007-09-07T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T08:51:25.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You guy's got Cheese Burgers?!?!?!</title><summary type='text'>Let's knock the rust off this old girl and put key to screen.  I apologize for my absence but to be fair I've been preparing for my six week tour that kicks off next Thursday in Calgary.  Well, that and cleaning up the blood that was pouring out of my friend's head and onto my living room floor.  The head trauma has very little to do with me not writing, but boy what an image.  In fact go tell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/8868863243702159931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/8868863243702159931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-guys-got-cheese-burgers.html' title='You guy&apos;s got Cheese Burgers?!?!?!'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-7551580298053068017</id><published>2007-08-21T11:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T12:08:53.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summers</title><summary type='text'>For some reason I am unable to embed video, but you should make the effort to click here.  What you will find is the press conference announcing the Van Halen tour with David Lee Roth.  DLR says more brilliant and hilarious shit than every Simpson episode in the last 5 years.  The dude is unreal.  He makes this press conference more worth while than paying $80 to go see them on the actual tour </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/7551580298053068017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/7551580298053068017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/08/summers.html' title='Summers'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-1184990100004350423</id><published>2007-08-16T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T07:25:23.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onward into the Past</title><summary type='text'>I wouldn't be opposed if every week at the Beauty Bar was like this past one.  For the most part at least.  The part where the show was packed, the after party was crazy, and a mysterious limo appears to pick people up.  All those things are welcome every week.While studying an old time looking mailbox the other day I began to wonder...at what point did it become cool to make things look older </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/1184990100004350423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/1184990100004350423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/08/onward-into-past.html' title='Onward into the Past'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-5504294958040392502</id><published>2007-08-09T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:37:11.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riffage</title><summary type='text'> I, like most everyone finds it pretty difficult to wake up when being asked by an alarm clock. I currently enlist the services of a "clock radio" to get me up when I would otherwise choose not to do so. Clock radio for whatever reason sounds like an item from the 70's to me. Like if you were moving into your new A-frame one of the boxes might be labeled "Fondue-Clock Radio-Pong". I could be way </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/5504294958040392502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/5504294958040392502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/08/riffage.html' title='Riffage'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-2901333858620809698</id><published>2007-08-06T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T09:55:53.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just</title><summary type='text'>The ink is dry and I'm going to be touring Western Canada from September 13th to October 20th.  I'd have to assume these writings will become more frequent and interesting as a result.Let's see here...Oh, I'm really into the TV show John from Cincinnati.  It's quite bizarre but worth going out of your way to check out, although it will require HBO.  I also fully endorse the new Ryan Adams album "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/2901333858620809698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/2901333858620809698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-just.html' title='It&apos;s just'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-7796012430722770230</id><published>2007-07-26T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T10:01:40.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faux</title><summary type='text'>Whoa! It has been a little while.  My apologies, especially to my readers in the correctional facilities, I know it's hard trying to pass the time and I need to be more attentive to that fact when I don't make time to type.  Although in almost every case it's your own fault you're in the predicament you're in, (incarceration) so in all actuality, and I guess this is sort of turning into a free </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/7796012430722770230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/7796012430722770230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/07/faux.html' title='Faux'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-4292548487056751357</id><published>2007-07-13T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T12:16:05.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sslurp!</title><summary type='text'>Not one but two friends I haven't talked to in a little while both sent word today they had dreams about me last night.  So I want to take the opportunity in this public forum to thank my representation that handles all my subconscious and sleep cycle related bookings,  Hector Cheetogenes over at the REM Agency.  You been working overtime buddy, kudos! Also, deciding at 2:30pm that it's time to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/4292548487056751357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/4292548487056751357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/07/sslurp.html' title='Sslurp!'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-3905552813013834430</id><published>2007-07-10T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T06:50:14.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is CNN</title><summary type='text'> Nancy GraceI happen to have a high threshold for crap. Look no further than my writings a while back about the now cancelled Geraldo at Large. I mean I can almost watch 1 1/2 episodes of Mama's Family in a single sitting, although I usually have to lay down after, but it gives you an idea just how much "raw sewage" television I can handle. Watching a solid hour of the Knife Show without pause is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/3905552813013834430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/3905552813013834430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='This is CNN'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-3549024884511073389</id><published>2007-07-02T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T12:30:07.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice</title><summary type='text'>Despite my distaste for nearly all children (I said nearly, spare me the email, and I also realize I was a child once, shut up) many people will approach me with parenting questions.  It's probably because children being cute is not going to stop me from thinking clearly on the matter.  So here's one for free.  I was at the zoo over the weekend and was reminded of a basic mistake a lot of you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/3549024884511073389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/3549024884511073389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/07/practice.html' title='Practice'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-8942003044934195305</id><published>2007-06-20T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T08:03:57.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk my Plank</title><summary type='text'> Get a load of this shit!!  Amphibious car?  I wouldn't even talk to you if I had one.  If you have any notion that I am pompous now, you'll want to steer (no pun, no pun) clear of me once I have the ability to make a hard right onto the open sea.  Behind the wheel of this bad ass piece of steel I will be found eating creme brulee, flipping off land based vehicles and their limp dick pilots, with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/8942003044934195305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/8942003044934195305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/06/walk-my-plank.html' title='Walk my Plank'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-1888119310778442991</id><published>2007-06-19T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T10:51:23.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death to all False Faux Hawks</title><summary type='text'>Circa 1961      Guys hang out by the new computer at their work. They have no choice but to do so, since the computer takes up the entire office.  Forty six years later, I see people hanging out with the new computers at Burger King, and they're doing it by choice.  If quizzed in 1961 homeboy in the tie would have sworn on a stack of Bibles that if he ever saw a computer in a Burger King, it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/1888119310778442991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/1888119310778442991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/06/death-to-all-false-faux-hawks.html' title='Death to all False Faux Hawks'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-1558415589298266916</id><published>2007-06-13T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T09:50:32.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Injustice System</title><summary type='text'>Memo to youngsters in the great state of Tennessee and beyond: Don't act up when mommy and her man friend are trying to have a nice dinner at Cracker Barrel or you're gonna get tied up in the car, and you know it's hot this time of year.  What I can't figure out is how they even knew it was their kid behaving poorly.  Have you been in Cracker Barrel?  It's like every child in there snorted four </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/1558415589298266916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/1558415589298266916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/06/injustice-system.html' title='Injustice System'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-1736147172469409969</id><published>2007-06-04T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T08:05:09.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Tekken</title><summary type='text'>Who are you, dude playing the weird generic early 90's video game in the window of the laundromat at 8:15-8:30 every morning?  What's brought you to this?  You seem like you should be in college.  You're not one of the top neighborhood characters like "Betty Big Boy" the scantily clad cross of Big Boy and Betty Boop.  You're not Geronimo Manson the homeless hybrid of Charles Manson and Geronimo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/1736147172469409969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/1736147172469409969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/06/not-tekken.html' title='Not Tekken'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-4226106893804816347</id><published>2007-05-30T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T12:58:25.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prime Directive, Exterminate.</title><summary type='text'> CAGE RULZ Soak up this fine piece of photography and I'll be right back</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/4226106893804816347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/4226106893804816347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/05/prime-directive-exterminate.html' title='Prime Directive, Exterminate.'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-6588798058862669504</id><published>2007-05-29T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T06:25:26.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles Nelson Reilly</title><summary type='text'>R.I.P.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/6588798058862669504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/6588798058862669504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/05/charles-nelson-reilly.html' title='Charles Nelson Reilly'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-3742121546485130965</id><published>2007-05-25T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T11:33:30.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Briggs and Stratton</title><summary type='text'>Listen, at the risk of being sent to Guantanamo, I suggest you all get an open flame lit between now and Monday, preferably all those days. Once you have it lit, you're going to need to place a food item over top of said flame, and ultimately eat it. Despite what some will tell you it doesn't have to be pork or beef or chicken in order to stave off the treason charge, but that would certainly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/3742121546485130965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/3742121546485130965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/05/briggs-and-stratton.html' title='Briggs and Stratton'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-8377488244310452650</id><published>2007-05-23T11:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T12:11:46.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worlds Collide</title><summary type='text'>On the off chance you thought sweaty dudes don't rule the world, I just saw a CPR sign in a restaurant that featured two girls in the demonstration picture for mouth to mouth.What follows is taken directly from the bio of a band called Damnation a.d. They were a band I was pretty into some 8 years ago. As is all the rage right now they have decided to reunite (sort of), and to unfortunately do so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/8377488244310452650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/8377488244310452650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/05/worlds-collide.html' title='Worlds Collide'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-2349064472440366845</id><published>2007-05-22T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T12:42:37.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yose</title><summary type='text'>Insincerity when begging for change really kind of bugs me.  Many times when approached for change, after I've declined politely the opportunity to provide monetary assistance, I am delivered a "God bless you", or a "Have a great day".  How is this tactic so widely in use.  Is there some system of folklore in place?  Is a story being passed from hobo to hobo, that speaks of an incident where </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/2349064472440366845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/2349064472440366845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/05/yose.html' title='Yose'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-3868334181951499695</id><published>2007-05-22T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T10:12:53.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Troutman</title><summary type='text'>Rambo, John J.Some footage from the forthcoming Rambo sequel.  I can only fully back the original, and to a lesser extent the second film (mostly due to being so stoked when it came out and going to Milford Cinema to see it with my brother).  But I will say that about the 2:30 mark in the clip linked above, there is some intense brutality.  Sly looks a little beat, and I just don't buy Rambo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/3868334181951499695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/3868334181951499695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/05/troutman.html' title='Troutman'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-3223509062775216424</id><published>2007-05-17T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T08:43:06.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stones be getting Cast</title><summary type='text'>You think Jerry Falwell got to skip the line and proceed directly into Club Heaven?  Got bottle service and a table in VIP?  A table where he could be seen by the common everlasting lifers, but not be bothered by them?  Or was he told that he's probably getting in, but because he took it upon himself to pass so much judgment, and put his own spin on "all God's children" , that it might be a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/3223509062775216424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/3223509062775216424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/05/stones-be-getting-cast.html' title='Stones be getting Cast'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-3559434198685751755</id><published>2007-05-15T13:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T13:50:24.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buttered Roll</title><summary type='text'>I heard a guy at the coffee cart this morning with a thick NY accent order an "iced coffee, hazel nut, with two sugars" then after he paused, and it must have hit him, he goes "it's for a girl".  Thank God!!! Can't have a big strong man like this guy drinking that fag juice.  I mean, have you ever heard of a more sissy drink in your entire life?  You drink that sweetened ice coffee, and you must </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/3559434198685751755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/3559434198685751755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/05/buttered-roll_15.html' title='Buttered Roll'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-6168188859078874294</id><published>2007-05-11T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:42:06.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me Back</title><summary type='text'>Can't seem to write here consistently.I have for about a week now, at least once a day, heard my name being called when clearly no human in my vicinity has done it.  Sort of weird, and I find myself getting used to it.  When it happened earlier I recognized what it was, and didn't bother turning around.  I'll greet full on madness as a new stage in my life, and hope it aids me in never again </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/6168188859078874294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/6168188859078874294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/05/take-me-back.html' title='Take me Back'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-1183783786678492685</id><published>2007-05-02T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T09:55:00.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Found Boys</title><summary type='text'>There are moments when you lose sight of where you're headed, get caught up not knowing what it's all for, and begin to feel like maybe there isn't any hope.  It's during moments like these that I turn to a bit of information like that which I am about to share, and realize it's not only going to be all right, it's going to be even better than that.  Here you go...The Two Coreys – Corey Haim </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/1183783786678492685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/1183783786678492685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/05/found-boys.html' title='Found Boys'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-8809279209758751835</id><published>2007-04-30T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T13:43:42.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Panda in Law</title><summary type='text'>I guess they've decided to show Pandas in Thailand DVD's of Pandas boning, so they in turn will want to bone. I'm betting that the TV gets detroyed or fucked in an act of territorial pissing (checking the lines in Vegas currently). What's not going to happen is two actual Pandas making sweet love.  Some dude Panda is not going to get an already uninterested lady Panda to watch porn with him.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/8809279209758751835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/8809279209758751835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/04/panda-in-law.html' title='Panda in Law'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-4618787430709601252</id><published>2007-04-26T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T13:48:11.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rally</title><summary type='text'>Hey. As a personal favor to me, please go here and click on the name "Matt McClowry". My friend is in a dog fight of a contest, and he really needs to win. No signing up, just click the name and go on with your life. If you hate being told what to do there are clips there to listen to. But just do the right thing and click.Thanks very much.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/4618787430709601252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/4618787430709601252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/04/rally.html' title='Rally'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10369946.post-7285749634894456755</id><published>2007-04-25T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T12:52:23.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late City Final</title><summary type='text'>Allow me to walk you through today's NY Post newspaper.  Ah yes, right here on page 3 it says "Brooklyn has nation's bloggiest neighborhoods", hmm, I guess they thought this blog originated out of Manhattan.  I don't really like the word 'blog', hence me calling this section of the site 'news',  and they probably left me out of the story for lack of pictures, and too many subjects that don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/7285749634894456755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10369946/posts/default/7285749634894456755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetemp.blogspot.com/2007/04/late-city-final.html' title='Late City Final'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895716040114065700</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></entry></feed>
