<?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-10265318</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:10:59.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>insipid meandering</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insipidmeandering.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insipidmeandering.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sammy Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121306484093070718</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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10265318.post-115035109750073318</id><published>2006-06-14T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T22:58:17.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buying a Home</title><content type='html'>Buying a home can be very stressful these days as interest rates are high and buyers are selling high.  I've been waiting for the housing market to go down but it doesn't seem like it's going to happen anytime soon.  So much for those great analysts and their predictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the first and most important step has been to get a &lt;a href="http://www.lendingpartners.com"&gt;home mortgage loan&lt;/a&gt; from one of the leading companies.  I have done that and skipped past the guys at &lt;a href="http://www.eloan.com"&gt;eLoan&lt;/a&gt;.  I was able to get approved at a rate a little above prime and am very happy about that.  Seeing as how my credit was garbage a year ago, this is very good to see.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I hope to be purchasing a home sometime in the coming month and will invite everyone over to check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10265318-115035109750073318?l=insipidmeandering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/115035109750073318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/115035109750073318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insipidmeandering.blogspot.com/2006/06/buying-home.html' title='Buying a Home'/><author><name>Sammy Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121306484093070718</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-10265318.post-114072042700923392</id><published>2006-02-23T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T10:47:40.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most hilarious blonde joke ever...</title><content type='html'>Man, I'm still crying. &lt;a href="http://www.ebooger.com"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt; to read the blonde joke that has me in tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say much more about it otherwise I'll give it away. All I'll say is that it required a little thought, so if you're a "blonde" you may not get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10265318-114072042700923392?l=insipidmeandering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/114072042700923392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/114072042700923392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insipidmeandering.blogspot.com/2006/02/most-hilarious-blonde-joke-ever.html' title='Most hilarious blonde joke ever...'/><author><name>Sammy Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121306484093070718</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-10265318.post-111717127313081639</id><published>2005-05-26T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T22:21:13.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While we are on the subject....</title><content type='html'>Google, Yahoo, and MSN are the major search engines many of my fellow bloggers use to find useful information on the web. But how do you get these sources to find your site in the first place? It seems like everyone seems to have an opinion and that all opinions vary depending on who you talk with. To be honest, I had a hell of a time trying to weed through the information on impoving a web sites search results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short, after searching the internet I found some cool resources and tools to help analysis a website and improve your chances of being found. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.promotemylink.com"&gt;promotemylink.com&lt;/a&gt; for useful search engine optimization tools. Check out searchenginewatch.com for up-to-date information on industry trends. And of course &lt;a href="http://www.google.com"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt; to get information from the source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this topic continues to grow and gain attention, I will be posting more about it. Someone needs to do it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10265318-111717127313081639?l=insipidmeandering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/111717127313081639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/111717127313081639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insipidmeandering.blogspot.com/2005/05/while-we-are-on-subject.html' title='While we are on the subject....'/><author><name>Sammy Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121306484093070718</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-10265318.post-111706418337911213</id><published>2005-05-25T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T16:37:12.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out these other Bloggers!</title><content type='html'>There are a lot of good blogs on the interwebs and it is always custom to link out to other ones. If everyone links to other blogs, the search engines like Google, Yahoo, MSN, and Ask Jeeves will start coming by more often. They find blogs like this through the people who link to it. With that said, I'm posting links to a few blogs that I've exchanged links with. So although they are here for the search engines, I ask that you give them a shot and maybe exchange links with them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogeuse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blog 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tacomablaze.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blog 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://snuggharobr.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blog 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://meisaracecardriver.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blog 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ponderingsofadam.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blog 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was easy enough. Sorry for the lack of description there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10265318-111706418337911213?l=insipidmeandering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/111706418337911213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/111706418337911213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insipidmeandering.blogspot.com/2005/05/check-out-these-other-bloggers.html' title='Check out these other Bloggers!'/><author><name>Sammy Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121306484093070718</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-10265318.post-110664638197767192</id><published>2005-01-25T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T01:46:21.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Kick Ass Blog</title><content type='html'>I was going through my stats and someone found this place by googling my name: Samantha Joseph. This can only mean that I share my name with someone with nude pictures or there are nude pictures of me online. Last time I checked, I got rid of all the nude pictures. That's a part of my past that I've put behind me. But seriously, I can only imagine the dissappointment on people's faces when they set out in search of good wholesome pornography and only found this blog -- this stain on the pants of Democracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I found this &lt;a href="http://pseudoceleb.blogspot.com/"&gt;other blog&lt;/a&gt; and thought you may like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10265318-110664638197767192?l=insipidmeandering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/110664638197767192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/110664638197767192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insipidmeandering.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-kick-ass-blog.html' title='New Kick Ass Blog'/><author><name>Sammy Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121306484093070718</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-10265318.post-110664620647479813</id><published>2005-01-25T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T20:26:18.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends Forever</title><content type='html'>It is my personal belief that a real lasting friendship doesn't exist until you've fantasized about brutally murdering that person. Not necessarily hacking your beloved to bits with a butcher knife. But surely noone would question your motives, had the dearly departed slipped on the railing only to fall down a couple flights of stairs. With a couple knives lodge in their back and no clothes on. I think I've already said too much.Anyway. I've been suffering with a recent realization that having friends is detrimental to my health. Rather than helping me cope with my miserable existence, they just seem to stress me out more than anything. I can't stand dealing with people anymore. No one has anything enlightening to say. All I hear is blah blah blah. When I become a rich, successful author like Ernest Hemingway; I'll just become a recluse and move to my secluded log cabin in the mountains. And, like Hemingway, I'll become schizophrenic and shoot myself. The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10265318-110664620647479813?l=insipidmeandering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/110664620647479813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/110664620647479813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insipidmeandering.blogspot.com/2005/01/best-friends-forever.html' title='Best Friends Forever'/><author><name>Sammy Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121306484093070718</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-10265318.post-110617607582148443</id><published>2005-01-19T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T15:07:55.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog is Back!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm back!  More to come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10265318-110617607582148443?l=insipidmeandering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/110617607582148443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/110617607582148443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insipidmeandering.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-is-back.html' title='Blog is Back!'/><author><name>Sammy Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121306484093070718</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-10265318.post-110664608139228586</id><published>2004-12-27T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T01:41:21.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Education Hinders Learning</title><content type='html'>And my SAT prep classes from school were pretty much worthless. My verbal teacher actually said knowing what he knows now about the SAT format he could score a good 1100. Well thanks for nothing. The math prep teacher was even more of a waste of time. I sat there without doing any tests or homework and I passed with an 80 for the class. Great.There's only about 25 days left to study and since this blog is my #1 priority I'd hoped to blow off the studying. It's not like I have any chance of going anywhere in life anyway. Unfortunately, I did buy some of those ginormous Kaplan Test Prep books with my credit card and I doubt my Mom would appreciate my philosophy once the bill arrives.I might be posting sparingly for awhile if I can manage to get over my affliction with terminal procrastination. So don't worry if I'm gone -- I'll just be right here suffering in agonizing pain as the College Board Gods ravage my mangled corpse. There is a 99% chance I won't survive, but then again percentages aren't my forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10265318-110664608139228586?l=insipidmeandering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/110664608139228586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/110664608139228586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insipidmeandering.blogspot.com/2004/12/education-hinders-learning.html' title='Education Hinders Learning'/><author><name>Sammy Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121306484093070718</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-10265318.post-110664617107117055</id><published>2004-11-13T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T01:42:51.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking Of Double Homicide</title><content type='html'>Ever since the day I was born, my mother has been holding it against me. This woman is driving me insane. At times she's well-behaved and somewhat bearable, but usually she just tries to make my life a living Hell. I hate it when people tell me that my parents intentionally hurt me because they love me. If that's the case, then my parents must really love me. Out of hate.To my consternation, I found out that everyone I know is staying in Rhode Island after high school. Most people are planning on URI (pronounced "You Are High"). My family keeps bringing up local colleges I might be interested. I won't be caught dead in any crappy local college. Why would I stay here when I can go to a crappy college on the other side of the country? The longer I stay in this God-forsaken place, the closer I am to flipping out and killing someone. Wait, No. I mean, I love Rhode Island and I'm a very reasonable, non-homicidal person. Bahvbnfcx gsd seghshdh mehdfju *runs to exit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10265318-110664617107117055?l=insipidmeandering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/110664617107117055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/110664617107117055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insipidmeandering.blogspot.com/2004/11/speaking-of-double-homicide.html' title='Speaking Of Double Homicide'/><author><name>Sammy Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121306484093070718</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-10265318.post-110664619304567248</id><published>2004-11-12T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T01:43:13.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Autobiography</title><content type='html'>This was going to be in my profile but it ended up being too long and crappy.Many years ago my parents decided they needed to bring someone into the world in order to complete their lives. Unfortunately, they got me instead. Sixteen years and several concussions later I started this website. For some reason I like to keep the most personal and intimate details of my life published and on display for the world to see on the Internet. People describe me as a very sheltered child with a morbid fascination and an overactive imagination. The presence of two X chromosomes would indicate that I am of the female species. I'm currently bound to serving eternal damnation in the fiery pits of Pawtucket, Rhode Island. My sense of humor is best described as a few brain cells shy of being dead. I'll die of confusion within the next five minutes. The End.Now if only I could just stretch this paragraph out to about 100 pages, I'd have a New York Times Best Selling novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10265318-110664619304567248?l=insipidmeandering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/110664619304567248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/110664619304567248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insipidmeandering.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-autobiography.html' title='My Autobiography'/><author><name>Sammy Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121306484093070718</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-10265318.post-110664622544003775</id><published>2004-11-10T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T01:43:45.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is No God</title><content type='html'>From the makers of The Ring comes a movie even worse than The Ring called The Grudge. When someone dies in the grip of a powerful rage, a curse is born. A curse in the form of a terrible movie. A terrible movie with a boy that makes cat screeches. Seriously, why does this movie exist? Why? Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10265318-110664622544003775?l=insipidmeandering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/110664622544003775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/110664622544003775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insipidmeandering.blogspot.com/2004/11/there-is-no-god.html' title='There Is No God'/><author><name>Sammy Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121306484093070718</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-10265318.post-110664614422689496</id><published>2004-10-31T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T01:42:24.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have No Shame </title><content type='html'>So I'm guessing from all the rotten eggs on the side of my house that today is Halloween. I've never been Trick or Treating before. Even as a child I had a sense of shame about going around door to door begging for candy. Also my neighborhood doesn't really have many kids. I don't see why, because it's such a wonderful place to raise children into cretins like me.My friends (current allies) have decided that they couldn't allow me to miss out on the joys of free candy this year. They've actually talked me into going Trick or Treating with them. Of course, it's not really for us it's just for the youngins that will be with us. (I'm lying)I've come to the conclusion that there are worse things than being a high school senior that's going Trick or Treating. I just haven't actually figured out what's worse than being a high school senior going Trick or Treating. Hopefully I'll have some pictures to post tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10265318-110664614422689496?l=insipidmeandering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/110664614422689496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/110664614422689496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insipidmeandering.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-have-no-shame.html' title='I Have No Shame '/><author><name>Sammy Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121306484093070718</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-10265318.post-110664611304289522</id><published>2004-09-28T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T01:41:53.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would You Care For Some Honey?</title><content type='html'>Over the years, media speculation has endlessly victimized a distinguished celebrity figure that has done so much good for the children of this world. The one person that has captivated the hearts of millions that I'm referring to is Winnie the Pooh (born Edward Bear). Contrary to the Conan O'Brien propaganda regarding certain fetishes in the Hundred Acre Woods, I've located sufficient evidence to discredit the false aspersion.At first glance you may think that this is an off-scale imposter. This is unmistakably a picture of Winnie in his trademark red shirt with the word "Pooh" emblazoned on the front. Also notice that the subject is sprawled on the floor with eyes closed, which is a clear indication that he's asleep. And as we all know Winnie the Pooh often takes naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10265318-110664611304289522?l=insipidmeandering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/110664611304289522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/110664611304289522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insipidmeandering.blogspot.com/2004/09/would-you-care-for-some-honey.html' title='Would You Care For Some Honey?'/><author><name>Sammy Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121306484093070718</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-10265318.post-110664624832065499</id><published>2004-09-25T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T01:44:08.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terminal Procrastination</title><content type='html'>Being the genius that I am, I saved my English project for the last minute. I have to read this ungodly 586 page book: Kenneth Roberts' Rabble In Arms by tomorrow. And I'm only on chapter two. Oh the inhumanity.If I stop posting for a while it's because I didn't survive the ordeal.[11/9/04 update: I read up to page 25 before falling asleep. I think that's exceptional considering I had the book for three weeks now. My class was tested on our books today and I have a good feeling I failed with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10265318-110664624832065499?l=insipidmeandering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/110664624832065499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/110664624832065499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insipidmeandering.blogspot.com/2004/09/terminal-procrastination.html' title='Terminal Procrastination'/><author><name>Sammy Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121306484093070718</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-10265318.post-110664654493184069</id><published>2004-09-16T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T14:15:40.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Racecar - another blog</title><content type='html'>Geeez, another blog to share with you guys. This one is from a guy I don't know but think is pretty cool. They are linking back to me as well so hopefully I'll get a few more readers into my new blog. Anyways, check it out &lt;a href="http://meisaracecardriver.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Race Car Engineering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you use your PC, Racecar Engineering magazine is always at your fingertips Racecar Engineering, in partnership with Zinio, delivers a new and exciting digital magazine version of the world's leading technology publication for the motorsport industry. You get the same indispensable news, views and insight with additio al powerful interactive features to enhance your reading experience - whether at your desk, at the airport or at the circuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gdmi.net/resources.asp"&gt;Internet Resources&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10265318-110664654493184069?l=insipidmeandering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/110664654493184069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/110664654493184069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insipidmeandering.blogspot.com/2004/09/racecar-another-blog.html' title='Racecar - another blog'/><author><name>Sammy Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121306484093070718</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-10265318.post-110664628937609208</id><published>2004-07-25T01:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T01:44:49.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy</title><content type='html'>I was taking some test shots to make sure the digital camera was in working order. I pointed the camera to my computer, and as I hit the button the camera started going haywire. It was beeping and flashing uncontrollably, which I've never seen it do, and was not able to replicate. I figured the battery was low, but upon further inspection the battery seemed fine. There is nothing wrong with the camera, I know because it's a fairly new $400 camera. It's probably only been used about 7 times since my brother bought it.So after 25 seconds of the camera going berserk and me wetting myself the picture finally comes up on the LCD screen. My computer and my knee were in the shot with one of those infamous black ectoplasms right smack dab on my knee. I've never seen any of them on any picture, outside of Ghost Detective specials on television. My first reaction was to delete the picture and to deny all memory of the occurrence. Unfortunately I hastily deleted the picture, and all I could think about is some presence watching my every move from my haunted computer in my bedroom.For the record, I was very much home alone at the time and I did go to sleep with the light on. Had anyone been home I doubt there was anything they could do to save me if a ghostly presence were to lunge at me and eat my brain. So yeah, there's my story without any embellishments. The next morning I took some more pictures and there was no more paranormal events to capture on film. However I did find some orbs which are more commonly known as boring dust particles.And since I'm stuck at home with my dad and Devil Woman out. I can't help but think I'm not as alone as I think. Some ambulances have been passing by, so maybe there are a few lost spirits trying to log on the Internet from my computer. You never know. But if you are one of them please stop ruining my pictures and feel free to leave me a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10265318-110664628937609208?l=insipidmeandering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/110664628937609208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/110664628937609208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insipidmeandering.blogspot.com/2004/07/creepy.html' title='Creepy'/><author><name>Sammy Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121306484093070718</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-10265318.post-110664626676503759</id><published>2004-07-25T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T01:44:26.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanity Aptitute Test</title><content type='html'>I went to take my SATs on Saturday. I'm going to be plagued with anxieties for the next ten days waiting for the results. I'd like to think I did good, but then I'd be lying to myself. dsfkvnsjd dkjn dkn xkvj ndlnv dsindvksbnv dskbnisdbn sdvkjb hsdbh dsicbhdsh v dsfhvbdsh vdhs hd js dhvdsh v ds hvhds vjh dsvd svs hh ds. Okay I'm done. I need to go sedate myself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10265318-110664626676503759?l=insipidmeandering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/110664626676503759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10265318/posts/default/110664626676503759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insipidmeandering.blogspot.com/2004/07/sanity-aptitute-test.html' title='Sanity Aptitute Test'/><author><name>Sammy Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121306484093070718</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>
