<?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-7718234</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:50:26.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Too Much</title><subtitle type='html'>As the title suggests, this blog contains rants that could only come from someone who thinks way too much.  Forgive me if they are mostly pessimistic.  After all, the most nagging things in my mind are problems.  Of course not everything will be a rant, but I'll do my best to keep those deviant posts under control ;-)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mitler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836321654437503291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718234.post-110818586842608616</id><published>2005-02-12T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T00:24:28.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun for a day</title><summary type='text'>Blogs are great when you feel like updating them.  It just takes too much effort.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/feeds/110818586842608616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718234&amp;postID=110818586842608616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/110818586842608616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/110818586842608616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/2005/02/fun-for-day.html' title='Fun for a day'/><author><name>Mitler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836321654437503291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718234.post-110299568770223930</id><published>2004-12-13T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T22:50:08.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression or Sheer Boredom?</title><summary type='text'>Did you ever have one of those days when you felt like a complete pile of shit for no reason you can think of? I mean its not like life sucks any more than it usually does, but all the hopelessness and boredom just suddenly feel overwhelming? Today is one of those days. I think I'm going to go to bed and not wake up until next year. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/feeds/110299568770223930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718234&amp;postID=110299568770223930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/110299568770223930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/110299568770223930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/2004/12/depression-or-sheer-boredom.html' title='Depression or Sheer Boredom?'/><author><name>Mitler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836321654437503291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718234.post-110003620013050418</id><published>2004-11-04T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T16:36:40.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Kerry</title><summary type='text'>In your face you dumb good for nothing liberals. Go ahead and start making your excuses for why you couldn't pull this one off. You know, since President Bush is such a catastrophic failure it's quite amazing that the clear majority of Americans still aren't persuaded to change. You ignorant intillectual baffoons can't even stand for a minute on real issues, so lets start with the crybaby whining</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/feeds/110003620013050418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718234&amp;postID=110003620013050418' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/110003620013050418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/110003620013050418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/2004/11/goodbye-kerry.html' title='Goodbye Kerry'/><author><name>Mitler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836321654437503291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718234.post-109579003638149833</id><published>2004-09-21T14:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T14:07:16.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Explanation of the Tax System</title><summary type='text'> Check out this Explanation  of the Tax System from Maybe I Think Too Much.   Pretty cool blog, from a guy who seems level headed... a rare treat these  days.  The tax analogy he presents is funny and amazingly accurate at the  same time.  - A John Kerry must-read! -</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/feeds/109579003638149833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718234&amp;postID=109579003638149833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109579003638149833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109579003638149833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/2004/09/explanation-of-tax-system.html' title='Explanation of the Tax System'/><author><name>Mitler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836321654437503291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718234.post-109578739405612582</id><published>2004-09-21T13:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T13:23:14.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile</title><summary type='text'>Well biznitches, I decided to post in this hole of a blog just so it has something new in it.  Yes, that's right, I have nothing to say but I'm posting anyway.   Part of the reason I've been so negligent lately is that I'm busy buying a house!  Finally!  It's a town house here in Stewartstown, so I'm pretty stoked that I don't have to live in York like I thought I would.  Not that it would have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/feeds/109578739405612582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718234&amp;postID=109578739405612582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109578739405612582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109578739405612582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile'/><author><name>Mitler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836321654437503291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718234.post-109219420026192003</id><published>2004-08-10T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T23:16:40.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Musicians Are Dumb</title><summary type='text'>... and should remember that.I hope everyone else in the world is as pissed as me when spoiled, ignorant, and hopelessly naive musicians decide to make political statements at concerts.  These people have the least credentials of anyone alive to be speaking about what is right for the world, because they live in a little isolated fantasy world.  And it's always liberal too.  What is it about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/feeds/109219420026192003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718234&amp;postID=109219420026192003' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109219420026192003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109219420026192003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/2004/08/musicians-are-dumb.html' title='Musicians Are Dumb'/><author><name>Mitler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836321654437503291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718234.post-109219303681395060</id><published>2004-08-10T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T22:57:16.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Warped Tour is for Kids</title><summary type='text'>I went to the almighty Vans Warped Tour today, and can only come to one conclusion:  This tour is for angsty high school kiddies.  You know, the kind that think making their hair look like they just got out of bed five times in a row gives them a new sense of depth.  Sorry, you just can't be cool if you look like a fag, I don't care what band you listen to, or how many cigarettes you smoke.  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/feeds/109219303681395060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718234&amp;postID=109219303681395060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109219303681395060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109219303681395060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/2004/08/warped-tour-is-for-kids.html' title='Warped Tour is for Kids'/><author><name>Mitler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836321654437503291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718234.post-109158969899123948</id><published>2004-08-03T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T21:02:17.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Libs Read This</title><summary type='text'>Historic QuoteThere are more instances of the abridgement of the freedom of the people by the gradual and silent encroachment of those in power, than by violent and sudden usurpation.--- James Madison</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/feeds/109158969899123948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718234&amp;postID=109158969899123948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109158969899123948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109158969899123948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/2004/08/libs-read-this.html' title='Libs Read This'/><author><name>Mitler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836321654437503291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718234.post-109121126655350311</id><published>2004-07-30T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T14:14:26.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tax the Rich</title><summary type='text'>I happened to tune into the DNC last night to hear John Kerry squawking about what a middle class champion he is, and how he's going to give the average man a break, and 'roll back' tax cuts on the wealthy.  This resulted in much cheering from the crowd of liberal onlookers, who somehow thought that raising taxes on the wealthy was a good thing.  Kerry of course proclaimed that this money is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/feeds/109121126655350311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718234&amp;postID=109121126655350311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109121126655350311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109121126655350311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/2004/07/tax-rich.html' title='Tax the Rich'/><author><name>Mitler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836321654437503291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718234.post-109115173451046236</id><published>2004-07-29T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T21:42:14.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two-faced America</title><summary type='text'>             &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;        &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Clean   Clean   DocumentEmail      9.35 pt   2                         MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;  st1\:*{behavior:url(#default#ieooui) }  &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/feeds/109115173451046236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718234&amp;postID=109115173451046236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109115173451046236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109115173451046236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/2004/07/two-faced-america.html' title='Two-faced America'/><author><name>Mitler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836321654437503291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718234.post-109115035137576351</id><published>2004-07-29T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T21:19:11.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Commie Libs</title><summary type='text'>             &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;        &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Clean   Clean   DocumentEmail      9.35 pt   2                         MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;  st1\:*{behavior:url(#default#ieooui) }  &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:"Book Antiqua"; 	panose-1:2 4 6 2 5 3 5 3 3 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/feeds/109115035137576351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718234&amp;postID=109115035137576351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109115035137576351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109115035137576351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/2004/07/commie-libs.html' title='Commie Libs'/><author><name>Mitler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836321654437503291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718234.post-109114390393251124</id><published>2004-07-29T19:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T01:32:57.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing My Life Away</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I catch myself wishing my life away.  This week is one of those times when I'm not really thinking backwards or ahead, but just kind of taking it as it comes.  Most of the time, however, I'm wishing it was Friday as soon as it's Monday.  When I have vacation coming up I wish it was time for vacation.  As soon as I'm back at work I ignore all the time in between and look forward to my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/feeds/109114390393251124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718234&amp;postID=109114390393251124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109114390393251124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109114390393251124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/2004/07/wishing-my-life-away.html' title='Wishing My Life Away'/><author><name>Mitler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836321654437503291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718234.post-109085763650716496</id><published>2004-07-26T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T12:00:36.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm dying</title><summary type='text'>I have had the weirdest morning.  I felt really tired and really felt like nodding off, but just as I started to I shook myself awake and felt like I was in the twighlight zone.  I was having weird deja-vu like feelings and jumbled thoughts that made no sense.  I don't know if I'm having a stroke or am just tired.  Sometimes I don't think I'll live to see 30.  Oh well, back to the report-making.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/feeds/109085763650716496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718234&amp;postID=109085763650716496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109085763650716496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109085763650716496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-think-im-dying.html' title='I think I&apos;m dying'/><author><name>Mitler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836321654437503291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718234.post-10907912211240630</id><published>2004-07-25T17:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T17:33:41.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Wrong With Being Popular</title><summary type='text'>This is kind of a continuation of the last post.  I rail pretty hard on the consequences of popularity, and what tends to happen to those people.  I was usually alienated by popular kids when I was younger, so the grudge is still there to some degree.  The fact is, popularity is really not a bad thing.  The attitude that comes from popularity is the problem.  I have actually known a good number </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/feeds/10907912211240630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718234&amp;postID=10907912211240630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/10907912211240630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/10907912211240630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/2004/07/nothing-wrong-with-being-popular.html' title='Nothing Wrong With Being Popular'/><author><name>Mitler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836321654437503291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718234.post-109079009574343845</id><published>2004-07-25T16:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T17:14:55.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep it in Perspective</title><summary type='text'>Just thought I'd mention something regarding the personality criticisms I've done (Popular Girls, First Rant).I am not trying to single out any one person.  These are pretty general things that I've noticed all the way from middle school through college and beyond.  And just because I hate something a person does, doesn't mean that I hate the person.  That's just not right either.With that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/feeds/109079009574343845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718234&amp;postID=109079009574343845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109079009574343845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109079009574343845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/2004/07/keep-it-in-perspective.html' title='Keep it in Perspective'/><author><name>Mitler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836321654437503291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718234.post-109073116016965477</id><published>2004-07-25T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T00:56:48.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Carnival</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever been to a small-town carnival?  Come to think of it, is there ever a carnival in a big town?  Anyway, with the local carnival being this week, I met my obligations of showing up a couple times for funnel cakes and gambling on the good 'ol fireman's wheel (which schooled me this year, btw).  There are two things I noticed.  The first being that every year the exact same stuff is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/feeds/109073116016965477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718234&amp;postID=109073116016965477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109073116016965477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109073116016965477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/2004/07/carnival.html' title='The Carnival'/><author><name>Mitler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836321654437503291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718234.post-109055412235962384</id><published>2004-07-22T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T00:05:25.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to the Nice Guys</title><summary type='text'>I thought this was a pretty good rant, and while I don’t agree with every part of it, there is a lot of truth in it.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt; Ode to the Nice Guys Here's a great article from askmen.com about the dilemma I've noticed all too frequently:  Women want a sensitive jerk.  I found these links while reading the forums at eNotAlone - lots</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/feeds/109055412235962384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718234&amp;postID=109055412235962384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109055412235962384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109055412235962384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/2004/07/ode-to-nice-guys.html' title='Ode to the Nice Guys'/><author><name>Mitler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836321654437503291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718234.post-109054904506508107</id><published>2004-07-22T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T22:17:25.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy cow!</title><summary type='text'>          &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;        &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Clean   Clean   DocumentEmail      9.35 pt   2                         MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/feeds/109054904506508107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718234&amp;postID=109054904506508107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109054904506508107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109054904506508107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/2004/07/holy-cow.html' title='Holy cow!'/><author><name>Mitler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836321654437503291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718234.post-109054605795729287</id><published>2004-07-22T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T21:57:54.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Feelings Too!</title><summary type='text'>Here is a dated post I jotted down once, which I will put up here just as evidence that I am not a totally ice-cold, emotionless dick.  Note that my despair probably sounds worse in writing than it ever was in my mind: What does it mean when just the thought of talking to someone or being in the same room as them can make you smile inside? What does it mean when that person is too far out of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/feeds/109054605795729287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718234&amp;postID=109054605795729287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109054605795729287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109054605795729287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-have-feelings-too.html' title='I Have Feelings Too!'/><author><name>Mitler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836321654437503291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718234.post-109054407247452537</id><published>2004-07-22T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T20:54:32.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More along those lines...</title><summary type='text'>A couple thoughts I had written prior to today... they're related to my existing posts so why the hell not share 'em?!:Disturbing, but true: I know more manipulative, pretentious Christian women than non-Christians.  Same old game, just hiding behind the supposed cloak of righteousness as if it makes them better than their mainstream counterparts.  If anyone can explain to me why this is, I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/feeds/109054407247452537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718234&amp;postID=109054407247452537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109054407247452537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109054407247452537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/2004/07/more-along-those-lines.html' title='More along those lines...'/><author><name>Mitler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836321654437503291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718234.post-109054387274462437</id><published>2004-07-22T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T17:42:10.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Popular Christian Girls</title><summary type='text'>(Read this related post: popularity isn't bad)There is nothing worse than a popular Christian girl.  The girl that always must be around the most popular crowd, doing whatever is most popular at the time.  Quick to point out the faults of anyone they see as below them, often backing up their spiteful words with God, as if he would approve.  Still they choose to be with people whose lifestyles </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/feeds/109054387274462437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718234&amp;postID=109054387274462437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109054387274462437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109054387274462437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/2004/07/popular-christian-girls.html' title='Popular Christian Girls'/><author><name>Mitler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836321654437503291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718234.post-109054290263098759</id><published>2004-07-22T20:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T20:38:04.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Rant</title><summary type='text'>Hmm I can already tell that this is going to get boring fast.  Before I get too bored, I'm going to post some thoughts I have already written down.  Mostly about the lackluster world of women and the complications of Christianity.  Coming in a later edition:  Is it possible to be an Agnostic and a Christian at the same time?  Ha, we'll see if I actually get into THAT crap. :-) Being the ranting</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/feeds/109054290263098759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718234&amp;postID=109054290263098759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109054290263098759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718234/posts/default/109054290263098759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitler.blogspot.com/2004/07/first-rant.html' title='First Rant'/><author><name>Mitler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836321654437503291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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