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See the rest of this post at http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~4/Qvco4lL4_5c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/2011/02/who-are-we-fooling-here.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70726173512209609.post-3212977233489925185</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Jul 2010 14:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-29T07:24:42.051-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Talented Mr. Ripley</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">influences</category><title>OMG Highsmith</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~3/B3heQ9F62gY/omg-highsmith.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Addis)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>"All right. he may not be queer.  He's just a nothing, which is even worse.  He isn't normal enough to have any kind of sex life, if you know what I mean."

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See the rest of this post at http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~4/B3heQ9F62gY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/2010/07/omg-highsmith.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70726173512209609.post-132430115992737705</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jun 2010 19:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-18T12:42:22.365-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">absurdism</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the utter futility of it all</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">camus</category><title>On Firing Squads</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~3/EsH4cNTCQ48/on-firing-squads.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Addis)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>Some of you Twitter users might have participated in Susan Orlean's #booksthatchangedmyworld discussion.

One of the many books I mentioned in my personal list was The Plague by Albert Camus.  It...&lt;br/&gt;
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See the rest of this post at http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~4/EsH4cNTCQ48" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/2010/06/on-firing-squads.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70726173512209609.post-926667762876900528</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jun 2010 15:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-13T08:32:19.331-07:00</atom:updated><title>If My Arms Were Big Enough...</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~3/agz-Vis6RWw/if-my-arms-were-big-enough.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Addis)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>I'd put all of you in a simultaneous headlock and give each and every one of y'all your own specially dedicated noogie because you deserve it.

xoxo, bitches.&lt;br/&gt;
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See the rest of this post at http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~4/agz-Vis6RWw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-my-arms-were-big-enough.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70726173512209609.post-5500588632891196556</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jun 2010 01:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-01T20:54:58.111-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">file under #fail</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the utter futility of it all</category><title>We Are All Doomed, Seriously</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~3/NhaIbBVGdM8/we-are-all-doomed-seriously.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Addis)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>I've been thinking of getting knuckle tats.  My right hand would read: PUSH.  My left: OVER.  The idea being to give a good laugh to all those involved in the next scrape that I find myself in. The...&lt;br/&gt;
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See the rest of this post at http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~4/NhaIbBVGdM8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-are-all-doomed-seriously.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70726173512209609.post-8347493397531487335</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 01:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-02T18:40:45.880-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">influences</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">common sense</category><title>Practicing My Blank Stare</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~3/9_xx2V7gGqU/practicing-my-blank-stare.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Addis)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total><description>I was at a show the other day, standing by the bar waiting for something to happen.  A kid noticed the shirt I was wearing and waved me over. 

"What?" I said, meaning "What exactly are you trying to...&lt;br/&gt;
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See the rest of this post at http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~4/9_xx2V7gGqU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/2010/03/practicing-my-blank-stare.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70726173512209609.post-4417088159441836436</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 01:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-26T07:20:37.899-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fiction</category><title>The Oracle (flash)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~3/qoAMftM8TQ8/oracle-flash.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Addis)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>Everyone assumed that the size of his ears made him a great listener.  They were in fact gigantic, as if robbed from a sleeping elephant and attached to the head of a sleeping person, with great care...&lt;br/&gt;
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See the rest of this post at http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~4/qoAMftM8TQ8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/2010/01/oracle-flash.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70726173512209609.post-934117263640173976</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Jan 2010 01:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-14T17:55:40.330-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wanna finish my book for me?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal theory of fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><title>Resolve</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~3/N7XknbwLP3o/resolve.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Addis)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>Due to a strategically timed vacation I started my New Year a little late.  I'm normally not the type of guy to make resolutions but this year I made one:  I resolved to stop doing the dishes. 

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See the rest of this post at http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~4/N7XknbwLP3o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolve.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70726173512209609.post-8431164769084882489</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 01:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-28T21:11:55.104-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">You can't handle the truth</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal theory of fiction</category><title>How Not to Critique</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~3/TN6XfRIT8hQ/how-not-to-critique.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Addis)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>One of my favorite scenes in Whit Stillman's marvelous moviefilm Metroplitan begins with the protagonist, a Mr. Tom Townshend, launching into a full on assault of the works of the celebrated author,...&lt;br/&gt;
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See the rest of this post at http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~4/TN6XfRIT8hQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-not-to-critique.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70726173512209609.post-4410257584954081566</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Dec 2009 16:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-27T12:14:06.816-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wanna finish my book for me?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">we're doing a little dance now</category><title>It's "Finished"</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~3/__fIBWIOaW0/its-finished.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Addis)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>She said to me as she walked out the door.  Thinking about it now, I'd thank her if I could find her but I know:  There is no finding her.  Not where she went.

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See the rest of this post at http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~4/__fIBWIOaW0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-finished.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70726173512209609.post-4503870848856347501</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 01:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-21T17:20:01.658-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">You can't handle the truth</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal theory of fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><title>Lazy Reading</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~3/qzNWS9b5kWc/lazy-reading_21.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Addis)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>I hate when someone takes my or another writer's fiction at face value and reaches the  conclusion:

HE IS EXACTLY LIKE THAT.

Who are we to decide anyone is like anything? 

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See the rest of this post at http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~4/qzNWS9b5kWc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/2009/12/lazy-reading_21.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70726173512209609.post-3156441818870092435</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 01:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-17T17:42:59.554-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rant</category><title>Names</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~3/t4Xiy7CP2sY/names.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Addis)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>I'm going through a rough patch with my reading, these days.  Seems like the books I've read since The End of Mr. Y take these great premises and bury them underneath other things that I don't care...&lt;br/&gt;
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See the rest of this post at http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~4/t4Xiy7CP2sY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/2009/11/names.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70726173512209609.post-6865092350630762878</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 13:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T06:42:29.456-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">You can't handle the truth</category><title>Technology</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~3/q83RKODf06c/technology.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Addis)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>Douglas Coupland was on APM's Marketplace discussing his new novel Generation A, a book that takes place in a future without bees. 

In the interview, Coupland talks about the early theory of hive...&lt;br/&gt;
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See the rest of this post at http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~4/q83RKODf06c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/2009/12/technology.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70726173512209609.post-6402542025934739416</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 21:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T17:38:46.139-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">how 'bout them apples?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the utter futility of it all</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><title>Envy</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~3/tRPGupqQeBY/envy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Addis)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total><description>I've been trying to organize an Algonquin Round Table style elitist lit group where we would gather at certain snooty establishments, sip the finest cognac out of gilded snifters, discuss and more...&lt;br/&gt;
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See the rest of this post at http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~4/tRPGupqQeBY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/2009/11/envy.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70726173512209609.post-2292201399952578478</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2009 15:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-10T09:02:19.860-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">procrastination</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the utter futility of it all</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><title>She reminds me</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~3/MEEzY_u5AjE/she-reminds-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Addis)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>...of how the wind blows.  
The wind is never concerned with obstacles.  
The wind never asks if it’s helping or hindering.  
The wind never waits to move.  
It sees a place it wants to go and it...&lt;br/&gt;
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See the rest of this post at http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~4/MEEzY_u5AjE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/2009/10/she-reminds-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70726173512209609.post-4438931082916064730</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Sep 2009 19:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-19T12:55:15.009-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wanna finish my book for me?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">we're doing a little dance now</category><title>Halfway There</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~3/995UcrajexE/halfway-there.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Addis)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>To where you ask?  Like I'm supposed to know.  I'm just the guy putting the words on the page. 40,180 of 'em to be somewhat precise.



After close to a year of beard wringing, alcohol induced...&lt;br/&gt;
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See the rest of this post at http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~4/995UcrajexE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/2009/09/halfway-there.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70726173512209609.post-1686576294592876551</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 16:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-05T09:27:08.211-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rant</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">You can't handle the truth</category><title>Unique Perspective</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~3/TLo1EwgELXM/unique-perspective.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Addis)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>The conversation always works out better in my head.  When it comes to executing what I imagine to be a witty remark, the words decide to take a detour at the last minute and instead of saying what I...&lt;br/&gt;
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See the rest of this post at http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~4/TLo1EwgELXM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/2009/04/unique-perspective.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70726173512209609.post-4127550735355524044</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 02:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-03T07:09:53.552-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wanna finish my book for me?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">we're doing a little dance now</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">influences</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal theory of fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><title>The Hunt and Peck Diaries (Continued)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~3/7u8CtlV7Jhw/hunt-and-peck-diaries-continued.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Addis)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>We're doing a little dance now.  36,064 words only one instance of the word 'hurried'.  That is certainly worth celebrating.

'Point' and 'pointed' however will need to be phased out in revisions. ...&lt;br/&gt;
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See the rest of this post at http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~4/7u8CtlV7Jhw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/2009/08/hunt-and-peck-diaries-continued.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70726173512209609.post-7044136813451826471</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 01:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-25T19:30:35.981-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">this is why</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal theory of fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><title>Death by a Thousand Epiphanies (on Macguffins)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~3/1qYBtM-FH_Q/death-by-thousand-epiphanies-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Addis)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>While watching the dreadful movie Push with Paola this weekend I asked her, about midway through, "Do we really need to know what's in The Case?"

She said, "For the purposes of this movie,...&lt;br/&gt;
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This is all you need to know about writing a novel.  Those darn middles are where good ideas go to wallow and become...&lt;br/&gt;
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Is there a...&lt;br/&gt;
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See the rest of this post at http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~4/h_dDzS35RU4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/2009/06/thing-about-apples-or-two-ideas-collide.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70726173512209609.post-4536935893966840047</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 May 2009 08:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-31T02:11:22.914-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stop moshing at reggae shows</category><title>Paola vs. The Drunk Lesbians</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~3/XIKpxJGtChk/paola-vs-drunk-lesbians.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Addis)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>No, that is actually the post title.

The last time I saw the Aggrolites, it was in Portland at Mt Tabor Legacy.  My wife almost got into a fight with a drunk skinhead girl that wanted to wild dance...&lt;br/&gt;
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I have nothing new to put into you other than this review of The Idiot.  Why am I so remiss?  well, let's say as a writer you only have a certain amount of words that are worth producing...&lt;br/&gt;
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See the rest of this post at http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~4/Q8gW9acqLo0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://addisblogs.blogspot.com/2009/05/idiot-copied-from-elswhere.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70726173512209609.post-8607902709745364327</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 May 2009 23:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-17T16:37:06.545-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">You can pretty much kiss my black ass</category><title>This is why</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyOtherBlogHasBetterContent/~3/G3vtFFNE7mw/this-is-why.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Addis)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>Some guy said, "You can never go home."

I spent a week in Anchorage disproving that numb-skull but not without enduring a significant amount of "OH SNAP".

Let me tell you a little secret about...&lt;br/&gt;
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