<?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-8065982</id><updated>2011-12-14T22:15:21.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uber Bitter</title><subtitle type='html'>Uber Bitter is the rantings and ravings of a young man who, like many others I'm sure, finds solace in identifying the misgivings of those around him.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Uber_Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314351657164982489</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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8065982.post-113396731669307307</id><published>2005-12-07T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T10:05:23.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who allowed Charlie Brown to suck?</title><summary type='text'>Last night, A Charlie Brown Christmas was on, so I was pumped. It's not really Christmas season until I see two things Rudolph and Charlie Brown. There was also and additional Charlie Brown after the original from 1965. I don't know if this new one is that new, but I do know that it sucked. Royally. I actually said to my girlfriend before it started that no one should mess with Charlie Brown. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/113396731669307307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/113396731669307307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/who-allowed-charlie-brown-to-suck.html' title='Who allowed Charlie Brown to suck?'/><author><name>Uber_Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314351657164982489</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-8065982.post-113388226958607836</id><published>2005-12-06T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T10:17:49.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's official...</title><summary type='text'>Lime Juice Radio is underway.  I can post this on here because no one reads this. Last night's mish mash of jibber jabber will be elegantly trimmed down into something much more marketable tonight. This specific blog probably won't be around much longer. We'll be moving soon. I'll keep everyone updated.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/113388226958607836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/113388226958607836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-official.html' title='it&apos;s official...'/><author><name>Uber_Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314351657164982489</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-8065982.post-113355401960460012</id><published>2005-12-02T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T15:06:59.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parking lot karma</title><summary type='text'>With the holidays coming up, I thought I'd speak on this topic so that you all can see where I'm coming from. Parking lot karma is simple. You can drive around looking for spots all you want, but do not stop. For example, if you are driving down an aisle and someone is pulling out directly in front of you, that is the spot you were meant to be parked in. If, however, you see someone walking and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/113355401960460012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/113355401960460012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/parking-lot-karma.html' title='Parking lot karma'/><author><name>Uber_Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314351657164982489</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-8065982.post-113353179708548881</id><published>2005-12-02T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T14:58:23.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No more Venti Skinny Tango Cafe Latte Chai Mocha Bravo Alpha Frappuchinos for me...</title><summary type='text'>Starbuck's has sued...and won...a coffee shop in Astoria called Sam Buck's. Now, before you rush to judgement, the coffee shop is owned by Sam Buck. So let me reiterate. Starbuck's has successfully sued Sam Buck for naming her coffee shop after herself. Moreover, Sam Buck's was in Astoria two years before the first Starbuck's came to town.You'll read all this at the link, but Starbuck's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/113353179708548881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/113353179708548881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/no-more-venti-skinny-tango-cafe-latte.html' title='No more Venti Skinny Tango Cafe Latte Chai Mocha Bravo Alpha Frappuchinos for me...'/><author><name>Uber_Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314351657164982489</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-8065982.post-113329695030120923</id><published>2005-11-29T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T15:42:30.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm all tingly...</title><summary type='text'>Remember those commercials for Fantasy Football wehre they were getting the league back together? Picture that, only on a smaller scale, but way more exciting. More soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/113329695030120923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/113329695030120923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-all-tingly.html' title='i&apos;m all tingly...'/><author><name>Uber_Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314351657164982489</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-8065982.post-113320777141661030</id><published>2005-11-28T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T14:56:13.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Iffy Xbox just isn't that exciting...yet</title><summary type='text'>I played one at Target the other day. It's cool, don't get me wrong, but I was more excited about playing a new Call of Duty than I was about the 360. Plus, there's all this news about the  Xbox 360 glitches, which seem to have been resolved, sort of. Does anyone else think this is just the tip of the iceberg, that Microsoft may have rushed this out a bit to try to take advantage of the holidays?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/113320777141661030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/113320777141661030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/iffy-xbox-just-isnt-that-excitingyet.html' title='Iffy Xbox just isn&apos;t that exciting...yet'/><author><name>Uber_Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314351657164982489</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-8065982.post-113320440943862912</id><published>2005-11-28T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T14:00:09.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MyExtraLife...not MY extra life...you know what I mean...</title><summary type='text'>This is one of the many gems I have discovered with del.icio.us. MyExtraLife is a web comic with a podcast to boot. I've dumped five or six shows on the Treo 650 to listen to at lunch. I'm sure that won't last long, so I'll be going further back in the archives soon. Subscribe to this podcast. This is what the media is all about. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/113320440943862912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/113320440943862912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/myextralifenot-my-extra-lifeyou-know.html' title='MyExtraLife...not MY extra life...you know what I mean...'/><author><name>Uber_Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314351657164982489</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-8065982.post-113215715957974209</id><published>2005-11-16T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T11:05:59.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Expansion means cooling only in science...</title><summary type='text'>Look for more here soon. Lots of plans...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/113215715957974209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/113215715957974209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/expansion-means-cooling-only-in.html' title='Expansion means cooling only in science...'/><author><name>Uber_Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314351657164982489</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-8065982.post-113200195907775445</id><published>2005-11-14T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T15:59:19.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The rise and fall of SNL</title><summary type='text'>I was watching this show last night NBC about Saturday Night Live in the 80's. I went in thinking it would be another highlight show, just a conglomeration of the best sketches of the time period. It most certainly wasn't. It was more of a documentary about the ins and outs of the show and the people involved, but the underlying message was that SNL sucked a lot during the 80's. First there was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/113200195907775445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/113200195907775445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/rise-and-fall-of-snl.html' title='The rise and fall of SNL'/><author><name>Uber_Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314351657164982489</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-8065982.post-112896465997071100</id><published>2005-10-10T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T10:12:26.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that's a trailer...</title><summary type='text'>If you love watching previews, but hate when all of the best scenes in the movie are shown in the trailer, you'll certainly get a kick out of this. Better yet, if you remember the trailer for the Blair Witch sequel and how poorly it represented the movie, you'll love it even more.The Shining Trailer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/112896465997071100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/112896465997071100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/now-thats-trailer.html' title='Now that&apos;s a trailer...'/><author><name>Uber_Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314351657164982489</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-8065982.post-112896372321894469</id><published>2005-10-10T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T10:12:59.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wallace and Gromit Fire</title><summary type='text'>I can't even try to be funny about this. Wallace and Gromit' is getting another shot at catching on here in the states, has a great opening weekend for "The Curse of The Were-Rabbit", and now this. That's a shame.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/112896372321894469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/112896372321894469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/wallace-and-gromit-fire.html' title='Wallace and Gromit Fire'/><author><name>Uber_Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314351657164982489</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-8065982.post-112896253472853887</id><published>2005-10-10T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T12:42:14.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brian Regan made me wet my pants...almost</title><summary type='text'>Brian Regan was one of the first comedians I remember seeing when he appeared on Comic Strip Live. I loved Comic Strip Live, mostly because we didn't have cable, much less HBO, so CSL was the only way I saw any stand up. The cool thing about Regan is that he plays it totally clean. He doesn't curse, he doesn't talk about sex, he's just funny. Really funny. I highly recommed partaking in his humor</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/112896253472853887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/112896253472853887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/brian-regan-made-me-wet-my-pantsalmost.html' title='Brian Regan made me wet my pants...almost'/><author><name>Uber_Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314351657164982489</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-8065982.post-112895157154841437</id><published>2005-10-10T09:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T09:39:31.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Grammar</title><summary type='text'>It was just a matter of time before I found this. Dr. Grammar is a great resource for those of you who don't already have the innate ability to produce flawless diatribes on various subjects. Actually, this is pretty useful, although the explanations can be a bit wordy, for lack of a better term. I mean, if someone has a problem understanding when to use affect or effect, then this explanation </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/112895157154841437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/112895157154841437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/dr-grammar.html' title='Dr. Grammar'/><author><name>Uber_Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314351657164982489</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-8065982.post-112860656061000477</id><published>2005-10-06T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T09:49:20.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Structured Procrastination</title><summary type='text'>Wow. You know how to cut to the core of me, Baxter... You're so wise. You're like a miniature Buddha covered in hair.What's that? You ate an entire wheel of cheese? How did you do that?!?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/112860656061000477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/112860656061000477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/structured-procrastination.html' title='Structured Procrastination'/><author><name>Uber_Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314351657164982489</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-8065982.post-112845047636338459</id><published>2005-10-04T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T14:27:56.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My true aspiration</title><summary type='text'>For those of you who have never heard of it, shame on you. I mean true medieval shame, as in banished from the kingdom. Homestar Runner is just the kind of site that perpetuated the Flash animation movement. Given, there's nothing earth-shattering about its style, but it keeps you coming back for more. There's the rub. Keep them coming back. Now you know why this is what I aspire to. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/112845047636338459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/112845047636338459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-true-aspiration.html' title='My true aspiration'/><author><name>Uber_Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314351657164982489</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-8065982.post-112844944526827837</id><published>2005-10-04T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T14:10:45.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammar police on patrol</title><summary type='text'>If there's one thing I will not stand for, it's bad grammar. Sure, the conversational style is more than welcome at my literary table, since I use it myself, but sacrificing spelling and good verb usage for a "style" will not be tolerated. You can imagine my conundrum for accepting the abbreviations all over the internet, since that is in fact where I reside. The jury is out on whether or not I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/112844944526827837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/112844944526827837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/grammar-police-on-patrol.html' title='Grammar police on patrol'/><author><name>Uber_Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314351657164982489</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-8065982.post-112843734546138148</id><published>2005-10-04T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T10:49:05.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>These are my kind of people</title><summary type='text'>So I'm working on this animation bit where I wanted to use a tiny cut of AC/DC's Back In Black. The track sounded quiet even fuzzy, but that could be fixed. Then there was the kicker. The section I wanted to use was the only section corrupted beyond recognition. Frustrating. I think that's why I like these guys so much. Ubernet is a group trying to create the gold standard for audio compression, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/112843734546138148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/112843734546138148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/these-are-my-kind-of-people.html' title='These are my kind of people'/><author><name>Uber_Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314351657164982489</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-8065982.post-112837039302633140</id><published>2005-10-03T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T16:13:13.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frvade part 2...</title><summary type='text'>Quick update. I'm currently up to level 29. There is a nice community working on these puzzles, and everyone seems pretty decent. Plus, the thing seems to be growing. I'm not sure about the difficulty of some of the puzzles and some seem downright impossible, but all in all, it's been a good experience.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/112837039302633140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/112837039302633140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/frvade-part-2.html' title='Frvade part 2...'/><author><name>Uber_Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314351657164982489</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-8065982.post-112800735240200344</id><published>2005-09-29T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T16:00:01.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Egyptian Jukebox all over again...</title><summary type='text'>So, my brother had this book called The Egyptian Jukebox, which was a series of puzzles on consecutive pages that would give you a letter to fill in a riddle answer. He finished the riddle and challenged me to do the same. So I did...in much less time. My brother is much smarter than me, but he's got 12 years on me too, so experience comes into play there. Needless to say, it was a bit of an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/112800735240200344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/112800735240200344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/egyptian-jukebox-all-over-again.html' title='Egyptian Jukebox all over again...'/><author><name>Uber_Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314351657164982489</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-8065982.post-112793987125353633</id><published>2005-09-28T16:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T16:37:51.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to be Good...</title><summary type='text'>I'm currently in the middle of Nick Hornby's book, How To Be Good, which is turning out to be a surprisingly insightful read for me personally. I didn't know anything about Hornby before High Fidelity came out, and even then, I didn't read the book. I actually didn't even know he was British until I started watching the special features on the High Fidelity DVD. That's next on my list of books to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/112793987125353633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/112793987125353633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-to-be-good.html' title='How to be Good...'/><author><name>Uber_Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314351657164982489</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-8065982.post-112793750000452391</id><published>2005-09-28T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T15:14:07.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortress of Fear</title><summary type='text'>Speaking of the Jaycees, this haunted house page is pretty cool. I don't know the guy who worked on it, but he might be the coolest guy ever. I am in no way biased in my opinion either. Don't even ask.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/112793750000452391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/112793750000452391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/fortress-of-fear.html' title='Fortress of Fear'/><author><name>Uber_Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314351657164982489</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-8065982.post-112793630019128195</id><published>2005-09-28T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T15:38:20.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>some respites are longer than others...</title><summary type='text'>Yes, it's been quite a long time. Yes, there's so much to tell you. No, I don't feel like talking right now. Yes, I still love you. No, there's no other blogs in my life....okay, that's not entirely true. I was blogging for the Jaycees website, but I was thinking of you when I was doing it. I swear there's only one blog in my life. It's you. I'll never let my blogging stray again...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/112793630019128195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/112793630019128195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/some-respites-are-longer-than-others.html' title='some respites are longer than others...'/><author><name>Uber_Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314351657164982489</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-8065982.post-109520042571768378</id><published>2004-09-14T18:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T18:20:25.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Staring down the barrel of a .45, and other useless nonsense...</title><summary type='text'>Oh, where to begin?Welcome, if I may use the term loosely, to my consistant state of apathy.  It is good to finally have a medium to vent, without further alienating and isolating people, who are either to cowish or doltish to get what I am saying.Just a few random thoughts...The state of Virginia is for LOSERS, not "lovers" as the slogan states.  I say lets start a petition to save </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/109520042571768378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/109520042571768378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/2004/09/staring-down-barrel-of-45-and-other.html' title='Staring down the barrel of a .45, and other useless nonsense...'/><author><name>underwhelmed44</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14436956143688340250</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-8065982.post-109355634303275182</id><published>2004-08-26T17:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T17:39:03.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pop is expensive...</title><summary type='text'>Here's another one for you to think about...proof positive that ours is a life of convenience. A 2-liter bottle of pop usually runs you 1.09 or so. A 20 oz. bottle costs roughly 1.19 at 7-11 or your local gas station. By the way, a 2-liter holds 67.6 oz. Based on that, 20 oz. bottles should be roughly 33 cents. 12 packs should be 2.33 regular price. They usually sell for 3.99. Apparently empty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/109355634303275182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/109355634303275182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/2004/08/pop-is-expensive.html' title='pop is expensive...'/><author><name>Uber_Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314351657164982489</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-8065982.post-109346967796255355</id><published>2004-08-25T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T17:34:37.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bitterness Grows...</title><summary type='text'>Welcome to underwhelmed44. Enjoy your stay.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/109346967796255355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/109346967796255355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/2004/08/bitterness-grows.html' title='The Bitterness Grows...'/><author><name>Uber_Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314351657164982489</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-8065982.post-109345085708629788</id><published>2004-08-25T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T12:27:28.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sucka emcees...</title><summary type='text'>So, I'm watching Tony Hawk's Gigantic Skatepark Tour 2001 on DVD and it hits me. I think everyone should have an MC follow them around for a day and give a play-by-play of everything they do, as well as a small group of people who cheer at whatever the MC says. Do you realize how much depression that would cure? I'm talking like Prozac on Prozac. Everyone's happy. It would be awesome...until you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/109345085708629788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/109345085708629788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/2004/08/sucka-emcees.html' title='sucka emcees...'/><author><name>Uber_Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314351657164982489</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-8065982.post-109345003740410780</id><published>2004-08-25T12:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T12:07:17.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rays of a frown...</title><summary type='text'>"The staff may frown upon that". Has that phrase ever made sense to you? How exactly does someone "frown upon" something? Does your face actually have to be in contact with whatever it is you are frowning upon, or is it more like sunlight, where the rays of a frown just radiate through the air and fall on whatever it is that is not at all what you had hoped. Rays of a frown…that was a Smokey </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/109345003740410780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/109345003740410780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/2004/08/rays-of-frown.html' title='Rays of a frown...'/><author><name>Uber_Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314351657164982489</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-8065982.post-109344599329253527</id><published>2004-08-25T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T00:59:05.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaos Theory</title><summary type='text'>I just saw an article about this Butterfly Effect movie where Ashton goes back in time to change the future or something. There are all these articles linked to it about Chaos theory and how one small event in the past can drastically change the outcome of future events. Then they get into the theory of it…fractal curves, simple attractors, strange attractors, the Koch curve, iterated growth and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/109344599329253527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/109344599329253527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/2004/08/chaos-theory.html' title='Chaos Theory'/><author><name>Uber_Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314351657164982489</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-8065982.post-109344019816279899</id><published>2004-08-25T09:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T11:02:01.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>idea number two...</title><summary type='text'>Here’s another theory for you. People who are stupid and know they are stupid are much better off than those who think they are smart. Think about that for a second. If you’re stupid and you know it, at least you’ll try to find someone who knows the answer. If you’re stupid and you know it, you won’t try to make up the answer. If you’re stupid and you know it, clap your hands. See, if you just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/109344019816279899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/109344019816279899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/2004/08/idea-number-two.html' title='idea number two...'/><author><name>Uber_Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314351657164982489</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-8065982.post-109343929103522998</id><published>2004-08-25T08:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T11:01:36.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea number one...</title><summary type='text'>Think about this. If you hear a song that you love on the radio in your car, and you crank it up, roll down the windows and start singing along, you have become the very person that annoys you when you’re sitting in traffic. Just because you’re doing it doesn’t make it cool. By the way, this includes “the rap music”, as the old folks like to call it. Is there anything that confuses people more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/109343929103522998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/109343929103522998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/2004/08/idea-number-one.html' title='Idea number one...'/><author><name>Uber_Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314351657164982489</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-8065982.post-109338927555164705</id><published>2004-08-24T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T19:14:35.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome...sort of...</title><summary type='text'>This is the beginning of UberBitter. UberBitter is a collection of stream-of-consciousness rants about anything and everything. I will be your guide during this trip through all things bitter. Why don't you just call me Manutius? Hell, I don't care what you call me.Here's the uberbitter truth about this blog. Most of the time, the people I will be ranting and raving about will either be you or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/109338927555164705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8065982/posts/default/109338927555164705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberbitterblog.blogspot.com/2004/08/welcomesort-of.html' title='Welcome...sort of...'/><author><name>Uber_Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314351657164982489</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>
