<?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-5161126</id><updated>2011-12-20T12:03:01.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Pretty Farce</title><subtitle type='html'>Datta Dayadhvam Damyata

Shantih Shantih Shantih</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1271</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-9087985997109542821</id><published>2007-03-21T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T12:18:01.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Gone</title><summary type='text'>I'm still over at The New Just Another Pretty Farce, but I don't want this blog to become a porndomain, so I'm throwing up the occasional post to remind youto visit me atJust Another Pretty Farce.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/9087985997109542821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=9087985997109542821' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/9087985997109542821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/9087985997109542821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-still-gone.html' title='I&apos;m Still Gone'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-599930107586171459</id><published>2007-03-16T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T20:08:03.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bullet, She Is Bitten</title><summary type='text'>I have made the leap, followed the herd, whathaveyou.Future entries of Just Another Pretty Farce can be found here.Please update bookmarks, etc.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/599930107586171459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=599930107586171459' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/599930107586171459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/599930107586171459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/03/bullet-she-is-bitten.html' title='The Bullet, She Is Bitten'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117406280545101912</id><published>2007-03-16T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T12:33:25.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So.  Should I Be Freaked Out?</title><summary type='text'>Well, a few weeks ago I decided to write about Gwen Shamblin and my experience with Weigh Down Workshop.  Every word of that blog entry was truthful.  It was purely my experience.   Nothing more than a recap of events.However, the post has taken on a life of its own out in Web World.   Several people read it each day, and it still gets comments.   Now the comment section is populated with various</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117406280545101912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117406280545101912' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117406280545101912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117406280545101912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-should-i-be-freaked-out.html' title='So.  Should I Be Freaked Out?'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117404178632700587</id><published>2007-03-16T06:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T06:43:06.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus' Curby or Take Your Bible And Go Home</title><summary type='text'>I'll be honest.   I'm scratching my head over something I don't quite understand here.   Just to review, I'm a devout Christian who firmly believes in the seperation of Church and State.  That makes me a devout libertarian.   As far as libertarians go, I lean toward the conservative side; assuming that "shut up and leave me alone, government" has more than one 'side' to it.   In all my years of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117404178632700587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117404178632700587' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117404178632700587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117404178632700587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/03/jesus-curby-or-take-your-bible-and-go.html' title='Jesus&apos; Curby or Take Your Bible And Go Home'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117398285800927594</id><published>2007-03-15T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:20:58.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chachi Obama</title><summary type='text'>This post by The Kleinheider was my tipping point.(Please pardon my use of the phrase 'tipping point'.)  It has nothing to do with Kleinheider himself and everything to do with the fact that I am sick to death of the fanboy love from all quarters for Obama.   People talk about him as though he were either Tiger Woods or Secretariat.   Can he win?  Is he too black?   Is he not black enough?  Is he</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117398285800927594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117398285800927594' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117398285800927594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117398285800927594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/03/chachi-obama.html' title='Chachi Obama'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117397761390139899</id><published>2007-03-15T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T12:53:34.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Corner of The Zeitgeist</title><summary type='text'>So I got an email from dolphin, which clued me in to this wonderfulness.It appears that I'm not the only one who thinks that conspicuous consumption is a poor solution to the world's ills.  As they say:Join us in rejecting the ti(red) notion that shopping is a reasonable response to human suffering.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117397761390139899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117397761390139899' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117397761390139899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117397761390139899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-little-corner-of-zeitgeist.html' title='My Little Corner of The Zeitgeist'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117395316249064451</id><published>2007-03-15T05:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T06:06:02.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just To Clarify:  It Wasn't An Ostrich</title><summary type='text'>I had a wierd moment of cognitive dissonance when we started to watch Lost last night.   Watching Charlie make a breakfast fruit plate for Claire it struck me that this no longer feels like the show I started watching three seasons ago.    That show was about a group of people thrown together in a harsh circumstance and trying to make the best of it.    I have no idea what this current program is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117395316249064451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117395316249064451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117395316249064451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117395316249064451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-to-clarify-it-wasnt-ostrich.html' title='Just To Clarify:  It Wasn&apos;t An Ostrich'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117390623844982718</id><published>2007-03-14T17:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T17:18:33.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ka-Ching! Environmentalism</title><summary type='text'>Today's conversation at NiT about disposable shopping bags is hitting home with me in a big way.Right there, in that whole conversation, is hidden the two Achilles Heels of modern environmentalism.   (Yes, I know Achilles was only wounded in the one heel, but whatever.)The conversation is about yet another municipality wanting to ban yet another thing in order to protect us from our miserable </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117390623844982718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117390623844982718' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117390623844982718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117390623844982718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/03/ka-ching-environmentalism_14.html' title='Ka-Ching! Environmentalism'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117389048377984957</id><published>2007-03-14T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T12:51:04.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Homeless Guy</title><summary type='text'>I, too, could usefive thousand dollars.  I already have a home, though.  So I don't know exactly what hook I can use to grift it out of people.   I'll even make a deal with you. If I can raise the money I need to get out of homelessness, I'll never bother you again.How much money will it take this time?  Will the $5K be enough?   Last time you had a home--about a year ago--that well-meaning </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117389048377984957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117389048377984957' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117389048377984957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117389048377984957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/03/dear-homeless-guy.html' title='Dear Homeless Guy'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117388977830420576</id><published>2007-03-14T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T12:29:38.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The College Scam (92%)</title><summary type='text'>What is it with the number "92%"?  I've decided over the last month that whenever anyone quotes me a placement rate of "ninety-two percent" that they're most likely being both untruthful and running a scam.Last week I asked for information about medical coding.   I need to work at home and am tired of what I presently do, so I figured a change would be good.   I got at least a dozen emails from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117388977830420576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117388977830420576' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117388977830420576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117388977830420576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/03/college-scam-92.html' title='The College Scam (92%)'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117380414287331136</id><published>2007-03-13T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T12:42:23.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Problem With Jessica's Law</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I missed out on the blogosphere, and therefore missed out on the discussion of mandatory sentencing for child molesters.   I hate coming late to the party, but I really need to go on record.I believe that mandatory sentences for any crime are a gross abuse of our legal system.   I believe that any time a mandatory sentence is invoked for any crime we have turned from a society of law </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117380414287331136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117380414287331136' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117380414287331136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117380414287331136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/03/problem-with-jessicas-law.html' title='The Problem With Jessica&apos;s Law'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117356581179487330</id><published>2007-03-10T16:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T16:30:11.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When Lawyers Reproduce</title><summary type='text'>The attorney gene is not dying out in my family.  I think, rather, that it is becoming intensified through the generations.   When my nieces or nephew have children, those kids will probably be Supreme Court Justices.Allow me to tell a little tale starring my 3-year old nephew, whom we shall call Clarence. Little Clarence has recently become obsessed with board games, specifically Candyland and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117356581179487330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117356581179487330' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117356581179487330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117356581179487330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-lawyers-reproduce.html' title='When Lawyers Reproduce'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117356317033549278</id><published>2007-03-10T15:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T15:46:10.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something(s)  Interesting</title><summary type='text'>Well, since B. wants everyone to blog about something interesting and I mostly write about my own life, I guess we're all outta luck.  But there are a few quasi-interesting things I've experienced in the last 24 hours:--&gt;Apparently all of Hermitage has PMS today, because they were all in front of me in the McDonald's line.   Who knew?  And really, is there anything better for easing you through </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117356317033549278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117356317033549278' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117356317033549278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117356317033549278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/03/somethings-interesting.html' title='Something(s)  Interesting'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117349317241328441</id><published>2007-03-09T19:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T20:19:32.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>300--My Review</title><summary type='text'>I figured this could either be a short review or a long review.   We'll start with the short version for anyone who's in a "too long; didn't read" mood.Short ReviewThis movie rocks.  See it at your earliest convenience.   Long ReviewIt's been a long time since I've seen a movie I loved as much as I love this one.   In fact, the last time I felt this effusive about a movie was in the middle of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117349317241328441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117349317241328441' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117349317241328441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117349317241328441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/03/300-my-review.html' title='300--My Review'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117345193268164104</id><published>2007-03-09T08:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T08:53:04.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not My Fault That Buttle's Heart Condition Didn't Appear In Tuttle's File!</title><summary type='text'>It makes me so relieved to note that the FBI has underreported its use of the Patriot Act.In fact, during my moments of meditation I like to ponder this little tidbit:One government official familiar with the report said shoddy bookkeeping and records management led to the problems. The FBI agents appeared to be overwhelmed by the volume of demands for information over a two-year period, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117345193268164104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117345193268164104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117345193268164104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117345193268164104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-not-my-fault-that-buttles-heart.html' title='It&apos;s Not My Fault That Buttle&apos;s Heart Condition Didn&apos;t Appear In Tuttle&apos;s File!'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117342929857406907</id><published>2007-03-09T02:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T02:36:58.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Wouldn't Mind Living Without</title><summary type='text'>&gt;&gt; Stories about Al Gore with the word 'inconvenient' in them; i.e. Al Gore's Inconvenient Gas Bill.     &gt;&gt; The lady in the Wal-Mart grocery store who tried to run me down with her cart because I wasn't walking fast enough for her.While we're at it, would someone please clue me in as to the whereabouts of the crack dealer in the vicinity of the Hermitage Wal-Mart?  I've never been in a store </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117342929857406907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117342929857406907' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117342929857406907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117342929857406907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/03/things-i-wouldnt-mind-living-without.html' title='Things I Wouldn&apos;t Mind Living Without'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117337800391194547</id><published>2007-03-08T12:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T12:20:04.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Embiggening My Carbon Footprint</title><summary type='text'>I just ate at Taco Bell for the first time in over a year.It now occurs to me that Taco Bell at 11:00am when you're 36 is just not as good as Taco Bell at 2:00am when you're 19.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117337800391194547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117337800391194547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117337800391194547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117337800391194547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/03/embiggening-my-carbon-footprint.html' title='Embiggening My Carbon Footprint'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117336601488209887</id><published>2007-03-08T08:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T09:00:15.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Send Britney To Rehab At Walter Reed</title><summary type='text'>That would be more convenient for everyone.   She'd get the smack of reality upside the head--which is what she needs in addition to post-partum depression medication.   Walter Reed would get intense scrutiny by all sectors of society, even Timbaland.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117336601488209887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117336601488209887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117336601488209887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117336601488209887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/03/lets-send-britney-to-rehab-at-walter.html' title='Let&apos;s Send Britney To Rehab At Walter Reed'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117329493057118818</id><published>2007-03-07T13:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T13:23:45.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He May Not Be Fat, But He's Big and He's Here To Tell You How You're Gonna Mess It Up For The Rest Of Us</title><summary type='text'>A blogger I've not yet heretofore had the pleasure of reading has stumbled across my radar.   He calls himself the Mountain 'Publican and he has some harsh words about the Obesity Epidemic.At 6'3" and 245, Mike doesn't seem like the type of guy a person would tangle with.   But I'm just a roly-poly little mama lion when it comes to this Fat Propaganda.   Mike's blog header says that [He's] an 8th</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117329493057118818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117329493057118818' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117329493057118818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117329493057118818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/03/he-may-not-be-fat-but-hes-big-and-hes.html' title='He May Not Be Fat, But He&apos;s Big and He&apos;s Here To Tell You How You&apos;re Gonna Mess It Up For The Rest Of Us'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117328485540920169</id><published>2007-03-07T10:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T10:27:35.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Me Change My Life</title><summary type='text'>Here's the part where I seek advice from the blogosphere.This is one of my favourite parts of blogging, because there are so many experts with such varied life experience that I'm betting if I throw a question out there I'm likely to get an answer.I work from home now as a freelance copywriter and graphic designer.   It has its ups and downs.   For the past 3 years I've been toying with the idea </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117328485540920169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117328485540920169' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117328485540920169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117328485540920169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/03/help-me-change-my-life.html' title='Help Me Change My Life'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117328087539671641</id><published>2007-03-07T08:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T09:21:15.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slartibartfast Is A Genius</title><summary type='text'>Wow, the comments from yesterday's truculent post are hoppingly interesting, even though they seemed to veer off topic at points.   Why am I writing a whole post about the comment section of an earlier post?   Because I don't want anyone to miss the genius of Slartibartfast.   Of course I think he's a genius because he perfectly summed up something I've been thinking to myself for a long time.   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117328087539671641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117328087539671641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117328087539671641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117328087539671641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/03/slartibartfast-is-genius.html' title='Slartibartfast Is A Genius'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117319157807762084</id><published>2007-03-06T08:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T08:42:31.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Write What I Want To Write.  Thanks.</title><summary type='text'>So all bloggers--even the libertarian ones--are now invited to participate in the viewing of our democratic processes.  Woot.There are a few serious journalists among us who seem to be of the opinion that this is our own little Schoolhouse Rock whereby we learn the workings of how a bill becomes a law, how to shake hands and write dry reports about drier goings-on.In case you hadn't noticed, I am</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117319157807762084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117319157807762084' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117319157807762084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117319157807762084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/03/ill-write-what-i-want-to-write-thanks.html' title='I&apos;ll Write What I Want To Write.  Thanks.'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117319032196423750</id><published>2007-03-06T07:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T08:12:02.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Sure How I Feel About This...</title><summary type='text'>I don't believe in credit.   Unless I need it.   And I think that sums up the attitude of most people.   The breakdown seems to come with the word need, which most people define according to their own terms and life circumstances.   Part of being an adult is the crushing realisation that you need to eat, but do not need four emo CDs and a venti latte from Starbucks.  A consumer-rights group is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117319032196423750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117319032196423750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117319032196423750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117319032196423750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/03/not-sure-how-i-feel-about-this.html' title='Not Sure How I Feel About This...'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117311142387377896</id><published>2007-03-05T09:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T10:17:04.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, Kleinheider, You Asked For It:  The Hypochondriac Weighs In On Universal Health Care</title><summary type='text'>Last Friday, Kleinheider said thisI have noticed, though, that much of the chatter on the right bemoan the results of this poll as evidence of the death of personal responsibility in America. Maybe that's true.However, I can't help the part of me that wants these same bloggers to experience a catastrophic illness, emerge from hospital with $30,000 in debt, and then set them in front of their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117311142387377896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117311142387377896' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117311142387377896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117311142387377896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay-kleinheider-you-asked-for-it.html' title='Okay, Kleinheider, You Asked For It:  The Hypochondriac Weighs In On Universal Health Care'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117310539830546717</id><published>2007-03-05T08:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T08:36:38.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Wanna Hear One Word Of Complaint From You People</title><summary type='text'>You know how in August or September there's always someone writing a blog post that essentially says "Christmas Decorations?  Already?  I'm still in shorts/eating potato salad/playing lacrosse/swinging out in an old tire over the swimmin' hole"?   Well, I'm here to tell you right now that if you are one of the folks blogging right now about the '08 Presidential Election, I hereby forbid you to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117310539830546717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117310539830546717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117310539830546717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117310539830546717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-dont-wanna-hear-one-word-of.html' title='I Don&apos;t Wanna Hear One Word Of Complaint From You People'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117307414617603141</id><published>2007-03-04T23:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:55:46.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Battlestar Graylactica: Eleven Days From Glory</title><summary type='text'>::Spoilers::Somewhere in the world the team of Battlestar Galactica creators is burning Shonda Rhimes in effigy.   Either that or seeing their collective therapists.   Because I kid you not, tonight's episode of BSG had the grave misfortune to follow the Grey's Anatomy Shocking Three-Parter! by a mere eleven days.    Just eleven days after Rhimes "did something brave" on her show, the folks at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117307414617603141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117307414617603141' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117307414617603141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117307414617603141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/03/battlestar-graylactica-eleven-days.html' title='Battlestar Graylactica: Eleven Days From Glory'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117285294979065358</id><published>2007-03-02T10:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:29:09.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Success!!!</title><summary type='text'>As of this morning, my JL Kirk Associates blog entry appears on the front page of Google.  That's right underneath the JL Kirk webpage itself and the Rip-Off Report entry about them.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117285294979065358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117285294979065358' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117285294979065358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117285294979065358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/03/success.html' title='Success!!!'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117285235625096887</id><published>2007-03-02T10:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:19:16.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Childrearing Rules; Just To Clarify</title><summary type='text'>Letting a fat kid eat at McDonalds=bad, abusive, poor parenting.Taping a kid to chair so they don't move around=innovative teaching tool.Man, I dread being a parent.   With rules like this I don't know if I'll ever be able to figure it all out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117285235625096887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117285235625096887' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117285235625096887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117285235625096887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/03/childrearing-rules-just-to-clarify.html' title='Childrearing Rules; Just To Clarify'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117284789503702353</id><published>2007-03-02T09:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T09:04:55.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Is Like Chanukah</title><summary type='text'>There are holidays out there that are a big deal to some people, even though you don't share in the celebration per se.Today is one of those days, in that it is my Husband's birthday.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117284789503702353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117284789503702353' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117284789503702353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117284789503702353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-is-like-chanukah.html' title='Today Is Like Chanukah'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117276673408978368</id><published>2007-03-01T10:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T10:32:14.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Weighing In On The English-Only Thing</title><summary type='text'>I've kept mum on this topic for two reasons.   My general point of view isn't a popular one and until now I haven't bothered myself to read the full text of the current bill.  Of course, when Sarcastro brings it up, I feel a sort of libertarian pull to join the conversation.  Feel free to gear up for calling me a racist bigot, but do please allow me a moment to explain my point of view and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117276673408978368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117276673408978368' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117276673408978368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117276673408978368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/03/me-weighing-in-on-english-only-thing.html' title='Me, Weighing In On The English-Only Thing'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117269949686619056</id><published>2007-02-28T15:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T15:51:37.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Take My Baby, Please</title><summary type='text'>It would be wrong of me to pretend that I wasn't having fun with these little sallies between me, Aunt B. and Sarah Moore.  Because I am.  Even though for some reason (i.e. my own big mouth) I have been turned into the Great Demon Mennonite who favours the random deaths of children and the selling of babies.About that.   Let's talk about that, shall we?  Maybe we could even get Ned or my dad or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117269949686619056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117269949686619056' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117269949686619056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117269949686619056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/take-my-baby-please.html' title='Take My Baby, Please'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117269212303903664</id><published>2007-02-28T13:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T13:53:31.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Wrong With YOU PEOPLE?!? (Special Wednesday Edition)</title><summary type='text'>&gt;&gt;  Who decided to make public bathroom stalls out of highly reflective materials?   What sick, twisted person thought this up?I have no desire to watch myself in the act of using the toilet, thank you very much.   Talk about your humbling experiences.&gt;&gt;  Parents are supposed to love their children.   They are supposed to protect them from harm.  They are supposed to nurture them and provide them</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117269212303903664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117269212303903664' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117269212303903664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117269212303903664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-is-wrong-with-you-people-special.html' title='What Is Wrong With YOU PEOPLE?!? (Special Wednesday Edition)'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117268218114790551</id><published>2007-02-28T10:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T11:03:01.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You, Bill Hobbs</title><summary type='text'>A few weeks ago I wrote about Al Gore's profit motive and it's connection to his environmentalism.   It was a glib post, but one with what I consider to be important facts about Mr. Gore's business practices.Today in a far less glib post, Bill Hobbs takes the time to explain those financial operations in greater detail.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117268218114790551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117268218114790551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117268218114790551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117268218114790551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/thank-you-bill-hobbs.html' title='Thank You, Bill Hobbs'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117264169985360692</id><published>2007-02-27T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T00:18:26.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>J.L. Kirk &amp; Associates:  My Story</title><summary type='text'>Feel free to skip to the end for the juicy stuff...JL Kirk &amp; Associates found my husband's resume online.   They contacted him a couple of weeks ago and offered their services as an 'Executive Placement Firm'.   As I'm wont to do, I of course Googled them as much as possible and found very little in the way of solid information.   So I've decided to write up our experiences with them for anyone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117264169985360692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117264169985360692' title='207 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117264169985360692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117264169985360692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/jl-kirk-associates-my-story.html' title='J.L. Kirk &amp; Associates:  My Story'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>207</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117259589434631927</id><published>2007-02-27T10:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T11:04:54.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Babies Are Bad, Government Intervention Required</title><summary type='text'>Sigh.  I feel like a lone voice in the wilderness sometimes.   It's taken me a long time to morph into a libertarian, primarily because I'm leery of the misconception that all libertarians are Republicans who want to smoke pot.   (By the way, if you are one of the people who has said that to me recently please realise that you're not clever and that's only the 9000000th time I've heard it.)I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117259589434631927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117259589434631927' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117259589434631927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117259589434631927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/fat-babies-are-bad-government.html' title='Fat Babies Are Bad, Government Intervention Required'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117259295120905332</id><published>2007-02-27T10:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T10:15:51.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Usually Do This</title><summary type='text'>I don't generally post my dreams, because I think they're often too wierd.  But I dreamed a dream (in time gone byyyy... sorry, couldn't help myself) last night that was both freaky real and freaky wierd.So I was in this hospital having a baby, and the strangest group of people were there watching.  Random stangers from off the street were in the delivery room with me.   I had an Indian doctor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117259295120905332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117259295120905332' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117259295120905332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117259295120905332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-dont-usually-do-this.html' title='I Don&apos;t Usually Do This'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117256201728588556</id><published>2007-02-27T01:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T10:09:29.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Schmost</title><summary type='text'>Now, last night's Heroes was how you do an episode, my friends.Lots of answers, a few new looming questions and some really great performances.   Nothing about tattoos.I think it's safe to say that this episode of Heroes, quite frankly, rocked.UPDATETurns out there are spoilers in the comments.  Be forewarned and thus forearmed....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117256201728588556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117256201728588556' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117256201728588556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117256201728588556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/lost-schmost.html' title='Lost Schmost'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117252355637881611</id><published>2007-02-26T14:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T14:59:16.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Have Against Dan Radcliffe's Penis</title><summary type='text'>Okay.  You.  Stop with the joke that's in your head right now.  I know you and I know what you're thinking.  And I don't mean what you think I mean with the title of this post.  So let me explain myself.Here I am, a married woman of a certain age, and an avowed Harry Potter fan.   So of course you realise that the publicity pictures of Naked Dan Radcliffe--Harry Potter in the movies--would find </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117252355637881611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117252355637881611' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117252355637881611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117252355637881611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-i-have-against-dan-radcliffes.html' title='What I Have Against Dan Radcliffe&apos;s Penis'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117252134095246220</id><published>2007-02-26T14:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T14:22:20.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Amazing Discovery</title><summary type='text'>My local Publix has begun importing my favourite British snack foods.  It is now possible to buy Caramel Aero bars, Crunchie bars, Jammie Dodgers and Cadbury Flake bars.I swear to you, it's as though God sent me a little care package via airmail.   Well, God or the manager of Publix.  Take your pick.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117252134095246220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117252134095246220' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117252134095246220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117252134095246220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/amazing-discovery.html' title='An Amazing Discovery'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117246828524002938</id><published>2007-02-25T23:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:38:05.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So THAT'S Why I Don't Watch Them Anymore.</title><summary type='text'>I saw a grand total of 90 seconds this year.   I picked two random snippets totally by accident, since we were watching videos and I flipped over to the Academy Awards during my spouse's "go get snacks" and "let out dogs" breaks.Snippet One:It was the red carpet pre-show.   Cate Blanchette was being interviewed by some man about her brave decisions to wear belts in a bunch of her movies.Wha?!?   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117246828524002938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117246828524002938' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117246828524002938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117246828524002938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-thats-why-i-dont-watch-them-anymore.html' title='So THAT&apos;S Why I Don&apos;t Watch Them Anymore.'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117235073296373311</id><published>2007-02-24T14:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T14:58:53.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Answer A Family Debate For Me, Please</title><summary type='text'>Is it unethical to get wings from Hooters if you do it carry-out?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117235073296373311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117235073296373311' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117235073296373311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117235073296373311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/answer-family-debate-for-me-please.html' title='Answer A Family Debate For Me, Please'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117233750342488202</id><published>2007-02-24T11:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T11:18:23.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Book Of GOB</title><summary type='text'>At 5:35 this morning I told my husband I felt like I was "in hell".   It wasn't an exaggeration.   I've had one thing after another go wrong, whether with my health, my employment or his employment.   It's sort of like a season in the desert or something.  It's about to the point now where you have to laugh because it's all so blasted tragic.  It's like a Yiddish Melodrama, and it's so bad that I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117233750342488202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117233750342488202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117233750342488202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117233750342488202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/book-of-gob.html' title='The Book Of GOB'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117226499025013337</id><published>2007-02-23T15:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T15:09:50.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Problem With Bloggers' On The Hill Day</title><summary type='text'>It all started with the Republicans throwing a donuts-and-coffee reception for those far enough to the Right to merit an invite.   Now, I gather, they want to have a corresponding shindig for the Leftward.As a libertarian (albeit a very right-leaning), I scratch my head in wonderment.   I quite obviously don't merit a pass to either group, seeing as how I don't toe anyone's line.   There are a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117226499025013337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117226499025013337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117226499025013337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117226499025013337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/other-problem-with-bloggers-on-hill.html' title='The Other Problem With Bloggers&apos; On The Hill Day'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117225201396240796</id><published>2007-02-23T11:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T11:33:34.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being In Love</title><summary type='text'>I always love my husband.   I'm always in love with my husband.But whenever Son of a Preacher Man comes up on the ol' Party Shuffle, I fall in love with him a little bit more.I think I'm lucky that way.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117225201396240796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117225201396240796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117225201396240796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117225201396240796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/being-in-love.html' title='Being In Love'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117221351641069870</id><published>2007-02-23T00:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T00:51:56.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rest Of Us Just Go To A Therapist</title><summary type='text'>***Spoilers for Grey's Anatomy****The alternate title of this post was "you don't have to die to hug your mother."   But I thought that might give too much away at the outset.  I do, however, think it was nice of Denny and Pink Mist and Train Girl and Mean Nurse and Dead Dog to all make an appearance at Merediith's 'getting-to-know-me' deathday party.   I am, however, questioning my belief in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117221351641069870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117221351641069870' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117221351641069870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117221351641069870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/rest-of-us-just-go-to-therapist.html' title='The Rest Of Us Just Go To A Therapist'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117219259324051168</id><published>2007-02-22T19:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T19:03:13.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I SWEAR I Wasn't In Bogota...</title><summary type='text'>Even my father asked for my alibi.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117219259324051168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117219259324051168' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117219259324051168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117219259324051168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-swear-i-wasnt-in-bogota.html' title='I SWEAR I Wasn&apos;t In Bogota...'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117214198577693376</id><published>2007-02-22T04:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T04:59:45.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost:  Winona Forever</title><summary type='text'>Spoilers, obviously.I consider myself to be a fairly rational and mostly polite person.   I try to be kindhearted, even when I'm irritated.  That being said:ENOUGH WITH THE FRAKKIN' JACKBACKS ALREADY!!!I have this sinking feeling that by the time this show ends its run we will know everything we never wanted to know about Doctor Jack, right up to the size of the corn in his poo.   I really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117214198577693376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117214198577693376' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117214198577693376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117214198577693376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/lost-winona-forever.html' title='Lost:  Winona Forever'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117213808952229984</id><published>2007-02-22T03:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T03:54:49.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Momentous Day</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was one of those days.   I wish they made more days like that, where the weather is so fresh and comfortable that it makes you feel optimistic about everything.    I wonder if anyone else out there suffers from the little brain/emotion hiccoughs that I get on a day like yesterday.   Between the weather, decent outcomes from doctors' appointments and seeing some friends' day old baby boy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117213808952229984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117213808952229984' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117213808952229984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117213808952229984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/momentous-day.html' title='A Momentous Day'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117204561482314798</id><published>2007-02-21T01:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T02:15:38.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza</title><summary type='text'>Adulthood has ruined pizza for me.   Once upon a Hoosier kidhood, pizza was the holy grail of suppers.  How could it not help but stand out in a sea of oven steak, spam cassarole, meat loaf and chicken n' noodles?   Pretty much everything else we ate was a dull mush of Germano-American farmhouse fuel.   (I can still make pretty much any type of thing into a gravy.)   But the days when pizza was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117204561482314798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117204561482314798' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117204561482314798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117204561482314798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/pizza.html' title='Pizza'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117199580504883181</id><published>2007-02-20T12:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T12:23:25.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Just Freakin' Frabjous.  (Note Sarcasm)</title><summary type='text'>HBO, which can't keep a decent series to save its life (RIP, Deadwood) apparently has a new "groundbreaking" 12-part series.Addiction.  What's so groundbreaking about this?   Haven't we seen myriad tales of alcoholism, drug abuse and compulsive sex already?  Is there something I'm missing or hasn't "addiction" been a theme in nearly every major television drama, and countless films?  Isn't the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117199580504883181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117199580504883181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117199580504883181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117199580504883181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-just-freakin-frabjous-note.html' title='This Is Just Freakin&apos; Frabjous.  (Note Sarcasm)'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117199460952221417</id><published>2007-02-20T11:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T12:03:29.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Confession</title><summary type='text'>When I was in college I wanted to be a philosopher.   Not for any good reason, but because I thought that philosophy was cool--still do.What was even cooler to me was the idea of having an entire school of thought named after you.  Pythagorian.  Hegelian.  So while a lot of girls are scribbling their names with their boyfriends' last names in an effort to play married,  I was scribbling the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117199460952221417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117199460952221417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117199460952221417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117199460952221417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/confession.html' title='A Confession'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117196720980297185</id><published>2007-02-20T04:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T04:26:49.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Now Talking About TV Because I Want To And I Don't Have A Top Blog In The State So It Doesn't Matter</title><summary type='text'>--Friday Night LightsI'm really surprised by the number of people who were glad to see Kyle Chandler back on Grey's Anatomy.  Someone commented here about it, and there have been a gajillion comments to the same gist at TWOP and the Grey's Writers blog.   If only a tenth of those people would turn to Friday Night Lights for their Kyle Chandler fix, maybe the show would get the ratings it deserves</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117196720980297185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117196720980297185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117196720980297185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117196720980297185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-now-talking-about-tv-because-i-want.html' title='I&apos;m Now Talking About TV Because I Want To And I Don&apos;t Have A Top Blog In The State So It Doesn&apos;t Matter'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117191783178720430</id><published>2007-02-19T14:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:43:51.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts On Meredith</title><summary type='text'>There are spoilers in this post for people like my sister who are saving last week's Grey's Anatomy to watch in tandem with this week's third part of a three parter.  So B and others, don't read ahead.Malia, this was originally a comment on your blog, but ze Blogghair is acting funky and won't actually accept the comment.   So I'm putting this stuff here and expanding it a bit.Is Meredith Gray </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117191783178720430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117191783178720430' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117191783178720430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117191783178720430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/thoughts-on-meredith.html' title='Thoughts On Meredith'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117190749435994086</id><published>2007-02-19T11:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T11:51:34.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Monday</title><summary type='text'>I love posts like this.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117190749435994086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117190749435994086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117190749435994086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117190749435994086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-monday.html' title='Happy Monday'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117188696220928048</id><published>2007-02-19T05:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T06:09:22.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Having A Problem With New Orleans</title><summary type='text'>I have to admit right up front that I have never been to New Orleans.   I've been invited several times but life got in the way and I never made it down there.   We have good friends who love it there and go every chance they get.   I know that for a lot of people New Orleans holds vast amounts of nostalgia and romance.    My only associations with the city are movies, mystery novels and a half </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117188696220928048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117188696220928048' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117188696220928048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117188696220928048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-having-problem-with-new-orleans.html' title='I&apos;m Having A Problem With New Orleans'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117183482708001499</id><published>2007-02-18T15:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T15:40:27.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Dumbening Continues</title><summary type='text'>I used to KILL at the Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon game.   I could tell you the names of everyone of note in every movie I'd ever seen, and usually throw in the names of their spouses, children and pets for good measure.   Lately I've become sad at the fact that my brain appears to be dying.  Last night was a perfect example.   We rented The Departed, which does win the award for Best Movie I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117183482708001499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117183482708001499' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117183482708001499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117183482708001499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-dumbening-continues.html' title='And The Dumbening Continues'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117174193304538997</id><published>2007-02-17T13:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:52:13.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Righteous Anger</title><summary type='text'>I've been doing a lot of thinking lately about the nature of modern Christianity.   I spent part of yesterday taking my mind off my petty problems by debating the nature of Christian response to abortion with various people.   I realised that the core themes of that debate were LAW versus GRACE.   That sounds a lot like the paralel and duelling themes in the modern church.   Do we demand the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117174193304538997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117174193304538997' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117174193304538997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117174193304538997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/righteous-anger.html' title='Righteous Anger'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117168905205769368</id><published>2007-02-16T23:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T23:10:52.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Granny Rapist</title><summary type='text'>Hoo-boy.   An 84 year old woman had sex with an 11-year old boy in her care.Because she's a sweet little church-going old lady whose never been in trouble before she gets to plead guilty to a lesser charge of 'attempted sex abuse'.What is wrong with this picture?   I'm sure this isn't her first time at the rodeo.   People don't generally take up the kiddy raping as a late-in-life hobby.   Sure, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117168905205769368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117168905205769368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117168905205769368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117168905205769368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/granny-rapist.html' title='The Granny Rapist'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117165145333692020</id><published>2007-02-16T12:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T12:44:13.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Your Facts Straight, You Dumb Kids</title><summary type='text'>Okay, how ticked off am I?I wrote that earlier post about the most perfectestest rock song ever.  Some crazy folk decided that I Fought The Law should be up for nomination.   Since my clearest recollection of it was from an episode of Miami Vice where some crazy guy sang it in a convertible while drinking clam juice I decided to look it up on YouTube.Do you know HOW MANY kids out there think this</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117165145333692020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117165145333692020' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117165145333692020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117165145333692020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/get-your-facts-straight-you-dumb-kids.html' title='Get Your Facts Straight, You Dumb Kids'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117165060124673698</id><published>2007-02-16T12:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T12:30:01.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Husband's Wisdom</title><summary type='text'>My spouse is a lot wiser than I on most occasions.   I think the wisest thing I've ever heard him say is that we don't need to enact permanant solutions to temporary problems.    You don't give away a dog because he's peed on the rug.   You don't quit your job if you've had one bad day.   You don't cut off your arm if you've burned your finger.  I've been reflecting on that a lot lately, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117165060124673698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117165060124673698' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117165060124673698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117165060124673698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-husbands-wisdom.html' title='My Husband&apos;s Wisdom'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117164657363442503</id><published>2007-02-16T11:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T11:22:53.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordpress Irony</title><summary type='text'>So now that all these blogspot bloggers have defected to Wordpress because of Blogger's SNAFU...I can't get any of the wordpress blogs to come up.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117164657363442503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117164657363442503' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117164657363442503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117164657363442503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/wordpress-irony.html' title='Wordpress Irony'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117161031485561031</id><published>2007-02-16T01:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T01:18:34.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Rock Song</title><summary type='text'>There are lots of Rock songs out there.   They have one thing in common.   They are not sung by John Mayer.   Beyond that, there are plenty of differences.  My love of all things Meat Loaf should never be called into question.  So while I admit that I think Bat Out Of Hell is the most perfect album ever, I have to say that I'm stuck trying to decide between three finalists for greatest SONG out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117161031485561031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117161031485561031' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117161031485561031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117161031485561031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/perfect-rock-song.html' title='The Perfect Rock Song'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117156384836227614</id><published>2007-02-15T12:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T12:24:08.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Look!  A Comment That Motivates Me</title><summary type='text'>So I dragged myself downstairs to check my email this morning, and found a new comment on a post that I wrote over a year ago.Here is the comment:Little miss white trash, stop over analyzing everything. If you don't like the book, you don't have to waist hours of your "life" criticizing good literature. Have you written an award winning novel? no? I didn't think so, you probably don't even know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117156384836227614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117156384836227614' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117156384836227614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117156384836227614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-look-comment-that-motivates-me.html' title='Oh, Look!  A Comment That Motivates Me'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117148956704159563</id><published>2007-02-14T15:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T15:46:25.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Papers, Please</title><summary type='text'>It would appear that I'm somewhat late to the party.   Stacey Campfield wishes to issue death certificates for aborted babies/fetuses.   I'm no stranger to this line of thinking.   As a member of several infertility support groups I've watched people have funerals, make Christmas ornaments and celebrate birthdays for chemical pregnancies.**   I've watched lonely and sad women mourn the loss of "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117148956704159563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117148956704159563' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117148956704159563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117148956704159563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/papers-please.html' title='Papers, Please'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117146897925985944</id><published>2007-02-14T09:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T10:02:59.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><summary type='text'>I'm somewhat out of practice, not having written anything for several days,and I still don't feel much like writing.   But it's really important to me that I take just a few minutes to say something about all of the love I've been very fortunate to experience.   When I look at my life and the ways I continue to screw it up I'm always amazed that there are people and animals who have loved and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117146897925985944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117146897925985944' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117146897925985944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117146897925985944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117125202545399120</id><published>2007-02-11T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T21:47:05.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kat's Labyrinth</title><summary type='text'>I should have known that if the pain was bad enough to make me cry and whine at length that it wasn't an ordinary day's worth of pain.   So of course I ended up back at the hospital on Thursday.   24 oz of barium, 2 CT scans and 5 hours of prodding and poking later we discover that I have--shocking, I know--more kidney stones.   So that's where I've been, and that's why I missed Sista's party and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117125202545399120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117125202545399120' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117125202545399120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117125202545399120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/kats-labyrinth.html' title='Kat&apos;s Labyrinth'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117090977293626327</id><published>2007-02-07T22:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:45:32.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>Well, we had John Locke, and Rousseau and now tonight we had Edmund Burke.   What's with the Lost writers' fascination with revolutionary philosophers?   And when, exactly, will we meet Tom Paine?Of course, my mind went right to the dark place when we met Mr. Burke.   I knew the name "Edmund Burke", yet instead of zooming directly in on the 18th Century Irish Philosopher, I first thought of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117090977293626327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117090977293626327' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117090977293626327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117090977293626327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/lost-thoughts.html' title='LOST Thoughts'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117086143793957954</id><published>2007-02-07T08:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T09:17:18.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Hate That Stupid Sherrif Dude and Dr. House</title><summary type='text'>This is a post I've been dithering about for some time now.  I've wanted very badly to write it because of how central the issues are to my life.   But I've been very afraid to write it because of the misperception that is sure to follow.   But as I sit here at my desk, tears streaming down my face, I think it's finally time for me to say something.The Sherrif of Williamson County was arrested </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117086143793957954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117086143793957954' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117086143793957954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117086143793957954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-i-hate-that-stupid-sherrif-dude.html' title='Why I Hate That Stupid Sherrif Dude and Dr. House'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117083043354040288</id><published>2007-02-07T00:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T08:38:50.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe If I Were Gay....</title><summary type='text'>I don't think there's ever been a year in my life where there hasn't been a Super Bowl.  And I don't think there's been a year in my life without at least one commercial during the Super Bowl which objectifies women in some way.    Those ads have stuck around.Now, though, after a bit of hue and cry from the gay community the Snickers 'man kiss' ad is being pulled.   "This type of jeering from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117083043354040288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117083043354040288' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117083043354040288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117083043354040288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/maybe-if-i-were-gay.html' title='Maybe If I Were Gay....'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117078360272752891</id><published>2007-02-06T11:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T11:55:23.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not The Right Stuff or Houston, We Have A Problem or Space Oddity</title><summary type='text'>There are so many bad titles to use for a post like this that I just couldn't make up my mind.An astronaut has been charged with attempted murder.   Nowak, a Navy captain and married mother of three, stood in a jail uniform, looking down during most of the hearing. The 43-year-old robotics specialist faces charges including attempted kidnapping, attempted vehicle burglary with battery, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117078360272752891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117078360272752891' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117078360272752891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117078360272752891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/not-right-stuff-or-houston-we-have.html' title='Not The Right Stuff or Houston, We Have A Problem or Space Oddity'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117074749538676323</id><published>2007-02-06T01:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T01:38:15.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kind Of Joke That Makes You Question Your Existence</title><summary type='text'>Last night as I was eating my dinner, Quinn kept staring me down.   I had a pastry-wrapped chicken dish, and tradition dictates that he and Casey get to eat the pastry.   (I've noticed that I've lost weight the dogs have put some on.  Not a coincidence, I think.)  He waited somewhat patiently, quivering in anticipation.   As soon as I was done I divided the pastry between the two of them.   Once </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117074749538676323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117074749538676323' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117074749538676323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117074749538676323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/kind-of-joke-that-makes-you-question.html' title='The Kind Of Joke That Makes You Question Your Existence'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117070380158735387</id><published>2007-02-05T13:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T14:40:35.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power Of Dissent</title><summary type='text'>Via Brittney I read that today's quote is "The global warming debate is odd in that it appears to be between climate scientists and rightwing pundits." --Clark StooksburyI agree that it is odd.  I also agree that it is sad.   The current Global Warming/Climate Change 'debate' reminds me a lot of the state of the War On Terror Debate circa 2001.   I believed then, and still believe now, that there</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117070380158735387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117070380158735387' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117070380158735387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117070380158735387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/power-of-dissent.html' title='The Power Of Dissent'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117066573524055601</id><published>2007-02-05T02:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T03:05:20.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Electric Word, Life, It Means Forever</title><summary type='text'>So have I ever mentioned that I love Prince?   Probably not, because he's a guilty pleasure of mine.   But I swear to you now, on a stack of purple magazines that as a person who graduated High School in 1988 that I am duty-bound by my times to love the man's music.  And that half-time show, complete with the Aunt Jemima headscarf (!), Austin Powers Shadow Pervery (!!) and homage to Tina (!!!) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117066573524055601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117066573524055601' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117066573524055601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117066573524055601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/electric-word-life-it-means-forever.html' title='Electric Word, Life, It Means Forever'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117059843888862736</id><published>2007-02-04T07:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T08:13:59.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining (for) Men</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, okay.  I wanted to have this post be about the shower, but I'm tired of the word "shower" so the title, albeit both broadly reaching and subtly gay, is my attempt at cleverness.   Moving right along...It is a known fact (among those who care) that I hate HATE hate showers.   I will go to them if they are for people I really like.  Or coworkers.   Yesterday's shower was of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117059843888862736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117059843888862736' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117059843888862736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117059843888862736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-raining-for-men.html' title='It&apos;s Raining (for) Men'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117052549875565196</id><published>2007-02-03T11:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T11:58:18.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Would Like Some Cheese</title><summary type='text'>to go with my whine.  (Warning:  No-Delete stream of consciousness therapy writing ahead.  Sorry.)No, seriously, I would like some cheese because eating cheese cheers me up and I'm in definite need of upcheering.   Which I shouldn't even be writing about, since I don't like to use my blog as a platform of my minor woes.   Yet here I am, platforming away.  This weekend is chockabloc with parties, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117052549875565196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117052549875565196' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117052549875565196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117052549875565196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-would-like-some-cheese.html' title='I Would Like Some Cheese'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117043798987085668</id><published>2007-02-02T11:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T11:45:55.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Al Gore, Climate Change, Dynamite and Dollars.  Lots of Dollars.</title><summary type='text'>Glen's post reminded me that I wanted to post on Al Gore's Nobel nomination, too.  I cannot think of a more perfect nominee for the Nobel Peace Prize than Al "The Rest Of You Are Ruining My Planet" Gore.   As I'm sure most people are by now aware, this prize is given in honour of Alfred Nobel.   Nobel, a scientist, left the bulk of his fortune to be used in the giving of these prizes.   He made </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117043798987085668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117043798987085668' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117043798987085668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117043798987085668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/al-gore-climate-change-dynamite-and.html' title='Al Gore, Climate Change, Dynamite and Dollars.  Lots of Dollars.'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117042677594495218</id><published>2007-02-02T08:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T08:34:43.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Sunshine</title><summary type='text'>Yes, Abigail Breslin's character pretty much looked the way I looked when I was 8.  Poochy tummy and all.  Since I was a little girl into the theatre (as opposed to beauty pageants) I can relate wholeheartedly to Olive Hoover.   There's nothing like wanting to perform but not being "right" for it.  Showing up for auditions in a roomful of stick-thin blondes while being round-bodied and four-eyed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117042677594495218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117042677594495218' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117042677594495218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117042677594495218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/little-miss-sunshine.html' title='Little Miss Sunshine'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117041352017356679</id><published>2007-02-02T04:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T04:52:57.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Unrelated Things</title><summary type='text'>Thing OneIt apparently snowed between 11:45pm (when I went to bed) and 4:30am (when I woke up).   I just let the dogs out to do the things dogs are not allowed to do in the house and they both looked at me accusingly.   I swear they thought the snow was some prank I pulled just to make them angry in the early morning.   So much for my romantic notions of these two wolfbreeds frollicking playfully</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117041352017356679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117041352017356679' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117041352017356679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117041352017356679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/two-unrelated-things.html' title='Two Unrelated Things'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117038012594968721</id><published>2007-02-01T19:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T19:35:26.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Censorship Taken Too Far</title><summary type='text'>So I was on the iTunes store looking to see if they had Rum Sodomy &amp; The Lash because I'm in a Pogues mood and I haven't had a copy of that album since some townie kid took my cassette of it during open house in my freshman year.  Or at least my roommate blamed the townie.  She may have just destroyed it because she was strictly an Amy Grant fan who thought the Pogues were "icky".   So anyway, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117038012594968721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117038012594968721' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117038012594968721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117038012594968721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/censorship-taken-too-far.html' title='Censorship Taken Too Far'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117034346909610575</id><published>2007-02-01T09:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T09:36:25.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I Was Wrong About That:  Harry Potter Release Date Set</title><summary type='text'>I'm so disappointed they couldn't do 7/7/7.  But July 21st is good, too.Facts about July 21:21 is 7x3, so I guess we've still got the "7" in there somewhere.This is a week after the opening of the film.  So to all who said they'd never open them close together, bah.  Also "bah" to Hollywood for having to release the movie first.   I go to the movies out of a sense of completeness.  But I'm a book</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117034346909610575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117034346909610575' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117034346909610575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117034346909610575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/well-i-was-wrong-about-that-harry.html' title='Well, I Was Wrong About That:  Harry Potter Release Date Set'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117031985218334132</id><published>2007-02-01T02:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T02:50:52.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Watching The Same Veronica Mars?</title><summary type='text'>Veronica Mars is halfway through its third season.   For those of you unfortunate enough to have missed seeing it, you've definitely missed a treat.  The show is primarily a whodunit mystery, with a large mystery arching through several episodes and a smaller, per-episode mystery to tide you over.   The lead character and her friends are all teenagers.  Seasons 1 &amp; 2 were set in a high school; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117031985218334132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117031985218334132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117031985218334132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117031985218334132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/02/am-i-watching-same-veronica-mars.html' title='Am I Watching The Same &lt;I&gt;Veronica Mars&lt;/I&gt;?'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117027873075347801</id><published>2007-01-31T15:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T15:25:30.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Crying Out Loud, Get Renters' Insurance!!</title><summary type='text'>There was an apartment fire in a complex about half a mile from my house last night.  10 families were burned out of their homes, and according to the Red Cross none of them have renters' insurance.At the risk of looking like I'm blaming the victim I have to implore all apartment dwellers everywhere to get renters' insurance.   For no more than the cost of a delivered pizza each month you can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117027873075347801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117027873075347801' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117027873075347801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117027873075347801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/01/for-crying-out-loud-get-renters.html' title='For Crying Out Loud, Get Renters&apos; Insurance!!'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117026165284651295</id><published>2007-01-31T09:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T10:52:28.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Black &amp; I'm Not Gay</title><summary type='text'>There is probably no reason for me to have any sort of opinion on the whole Isaiah Washington thing.   I've really tried to avoid having an opinion--other than "Look! Celebrity Gossip!"--because it's not something I'm necessarily qualified to talk about.   I have no firsthand knowledge of the pain of being black or gay.   But, man, apparently we're ALL supposed to have an opinion, and that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117026165284651295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117026165284651295' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117026165284651295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117026165284651295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-not-black-im-not-gay.html' title='I&apos;m Not Black &amp; I&apos;m Not Gay'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117019148160472541</id><published>2007-01-30T14:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T15:11:21.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gwen Shamblin &amp; Me</title><summary type='text'>A few days ago, Slarti pointed out that some of my diet tips were straight out of the Weigh Down Workshop.   I feel bad about that, because I didn't mean to lead anyone astray.    I've been thinking about it for several days now, and need to set the record straight.   Now seems like a good time, for reasons that may become clear later.  I first participated in Weigh Down somewhere between 1997 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117019148160472541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117019148160472541' title='115 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117019148160472541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117019148160472541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/01/gwen-shamblin-me.html' title='Gwen Shamblin &amp; Me'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>115</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117017713617227383</id><published>2007-01-30T10:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T11:12:16.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HBO, You Aren't As Cool As You Think</title><summary type='text'>Oh, HBO.  I remember back when you were the It Girl at all the dances.   Your original movies had pizazz and verve and daring.   Your series were all cutting-edge.   Lately, though, I'm questioning your judgment.   The last Original Movie I remember seeing &amp; loving on your channel was Lackawanna Blues.   I think that was more than a year ago.   Of course, you also produced Something The Lord Made</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117017713617227383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117017713617227383' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117017713617227383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117017713617227383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/01/hbo-you-arent-as-cool-as-you-think.html' title='HBO, You Aren&apos;t As Cool As You Think'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117009107941112145</id><published>2007-01-29T11:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T11:19:12.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Gay People!  Come Join Me On The Island Of Misfit Toys</title><summary type='text'>It seems as though yet another person has decided I am not married.   I cannot be married.  I will never be married.   This, of course, surprises my husband, my extended family and the roughly 300 other people who attended our wedding.  I think it would also surprise the State of Indiana, which so kindly provided us with a marriage license.   I know it surprises the four women who had to pay </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117009107941112145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117009107941112145' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117009107941112145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117009107941112145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-gay-people-come-join-me-on-island.html' title='Hey, Gay People!  Come Join Me On The Island Of Misfit Toys'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-117006286341237288</id><published>2007-01-29T03:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T03:27:43.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies On Second Thought: Miami Vice</title><summary type='text'>There are several films now out on DVD that I missed in the theatre for one reason or another.  Either I was too cheap, too busy or too disinterested to make the trip to the multiplex.   Now that it's January and there's nothing on TV, I've gotten fairly well caught up on last year's videos, and this week I'm going to review each one of them.  Too little, too late, I'm sure.   Spoilers will be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/117006286341237288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=117006286341237288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117006286341237288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/117006286341237288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/01/movies-on-second-thought-miami-vice.html' title='Movies On Second Thought: Miami Vice'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-116984924595721178</id><published>2007-01-26T15:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T16:07:26.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Will Break Your Heart For Sure</title><summary type='text'>At Christmastime I was watching my sister unwrap her teacher gifts from all of her students.   There were plenty of lotions and soaps and candles.  A few parents gave gift certificates to malls or restaurants and there were the obligatory Christmas doodads.   Teachers are magnets for the "Under $15" gift.   In the middle of the piles of holiday-wrapped goodies there was one stinky plastic grocery</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/116984924595721178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=116984924595721178' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/116984924595721178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/116984924595721178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-will-break-your-heart-for-sure.html' title='This Will Break Your Heart For Sure'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-116982992029190463</id><published>2007-01-26T10:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T10:45:20.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Fans Of The Wire (Again)</title><summary type='text'>[No, it's not "legalise it" day on my blog.]David Mills at Undercover Black Man has a two-part interview with Wire creator David Simon up at his place.Part 1Part 2</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/116982992029190463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=116982992029190463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/116982992029190463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/116982992029190463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/01/for-fans-of-wire-again.html' title='For Fans Of The Wire (Again)'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-116980924866887620</id><published>2007-01-26T04:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T05:00:48.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive Me In Advance For This Rant on Drugs</title><summary type='text'>Let me start off by saying that I do believe God is taking care of us during this whole job-search thing.  I know that eventually things will work out the way God deems best.   Now that I've got that disclaimer out of the way, allow me to say how much this ticks me off.The Bush administration plans to ask Congress for $10.6 billion for Afghanistan, a major increase aimed at rebuilding the country</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/116980924866887620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=116980924866887620' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/116980924866887620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/116980924866887620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/01/forgive-me-in-advance-for-this-rant-on.html' title='Forgive Me In Advance For This Rant on Drugs'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-116974411916520972</id><published>2007-01-25T10:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T10:56:03.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What If I Don't Revere You?</title><summary type='text'>Via NiT I see that a person called Reverend Jerry Maynard is running for something.  Metro Council, I believe.  In Maynard's official annoucement, he calls himself simply "Jerry Maynard".   Others, it seems, are referring to him as Reverand Maynard, because he's a pastor at a church.   Now, I'm not meaning to pick on this man; unfortunately he happens to just be an example of something that has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/116974411916520972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=116974411916520972' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/116974411916520972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/116974411916520972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-if-i-dont-revere-you.html' title='What If I Don&apos;t Revere You?'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-116971653715702319</id><published>2007-01-25T02:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T03:15:37.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundance Controversy</title><summary type='text'>There's apparently a great deal of controversy at this year's Sundance Film Festival.   Generally I ignore the Sundance Film Festival, as it seems to be the movies' version of an uptight Vassar grad who stops shaving her armpits, smokes clove cigarettes and changes her name to Blix.   Too much hippie-art pretension for my taste.  But this year there is a new controversy that has sucked me into a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/116971653715702319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=116971653715702319' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/116971653715702319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/116971653715702319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/01/sundance-controversy.html' title='Sundance Controversy'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-116966369385414701</id><published>2007-01-24T12:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T12:34:53.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Just Like Some People I Know</title><summary type='text'>(Hat Tip: Mighty Illusions)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/116966369385414701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=116966369385414701' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/116966369385414701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/116966369385414701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-is-just-like-some-people-i-know.html' title='This Is Just Like Some People I Know'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-116962465752161832</id><published>2007-01-24T01:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T01:44:17.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SOTU</title><summary type='text'>No, I didn't watch it.   You can now revoke my 'serious adult' card if you like.   It just seems that with everything going on in my personal life, professional life and my husband's professional life I don't need the added stress that comes with the SOTU address.   No matter what side of the issues you're on, there's bound to be somebody to aggravate you.   Could be the president, could be a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/116962465752161832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=116962465752161832' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/116962465752161832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/116962465752161832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/01/sotu.html' title='SOTU'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-116957671018920232</id><published>2007-01-23T12:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T12:25:10.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weight Loss Tips</title><summary type='text'>This is a post for those of you who opened my blog this morning, saw "Aquinas", thought "it is too darned early for this krep" and decided to go read something else.   FWIW, I don't blame you.   That post was borne out of caffeine, insomnia and that long-dormant college rumination gene.   So, on to lighter fare.   Literally.I'm not officially dieting, but I've--as of today--lost 36 pounds.   I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/116957671018920232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=116957671018920232' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/116957671018920232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/116957671018920232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-weight-loss-tips.html' title='My Weight Loss Tips'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-116953517560894306</id><published>2007-01-23T00:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T00:53:33.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scariest Thing I've Read In A LONG Time</title><summary type='text'>Honestly, Ned, I don't mean to keep picking on you.   And I would address this in the comments of your post, if only it were applicable to the original discussion.  However, I'm moving far afield and longer winded so the conversation is here for now.In the comments of your Why Rally For Life post you sayBut the law is often most useful in protecting us from others (and yes, occasionally ourselves</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/116953517560894306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=116953517560894306' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/116953517560894306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/116953517560894306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/01/scariest-thing-ive-read-in-long-time.html' title='The Scariest Thing I&apos;ve Read In A LONG Time'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-116949180401463742</id><published>2007-01-22T12:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T12:50:04.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nevermind.  I Lied.  But I Have To Say This To Ned (and others)</title><summary type='text'>Dear Ned Williams:You and I are supposedly from the same side of the ideological aisle.   Yet as I read this post you wrote today I find myself wondering if we are truly concerned about the same things.   You see, when I speak of "sanctity of life", I'm talking about valuing everyone equally.   Unborn babies, mothers of unborn babies, my next door neighbours with the annoying dogs.   It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/116949180401463742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=116949180401463742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/116949180401463742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/116949180401463742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/01/nevermind-i-lied-but-i-have-to-say.html' title='Nevermind.  I Lied.  But I Have To Say This To Ned (and others)'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-116948704412064052</id><published>2007-01-22T11:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T11:30:44.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging For Choice</title><summary type='text'>It's Blogging For Choice day.   I'm leaving the abortion thing alone, though.  I've said all I care to say about that.  I want to blog about the thousands of other choices being taken away from free citizens of the United States.   The choice to smoke.The choice to eat what you want.The choice to drink what you want.The choice to watch what you want on television channels you pay for.The choice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/116948704412064052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=116948704412064052' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/116948704412064052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/116948704412064052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/01/blogging-for-choice.html' title='Blogging For Choice'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-116946851959913981</id><published>2007-01-22T06:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T06:21:59.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How The Internet Could Save The Oscars®</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I've actually given this a lot of thought.  Why, I don't know--other than the fact that I've been on an insomniac phase lately and there's only so much Age Of Mythology a person can play.When I was a kid, The Oscars®** were a big deal and I used to LOVE watching them.    They were glamourous and exciting.  Now they're more like a very fancy business meeting for a company that sells products </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/116946851959913981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=116946851959913981' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/116946851959913981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/116946851959913981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-internet-could-save-oscars.html' title='How The Internet Could Save The Oscars®'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161126.post-116935673005232114</id><published>2007-01-20T23:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T23:18:50.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trauma On A Saturday Afternoon</title><summary type='text'>If you know me at all, either in person or via the blog, you are probably aware of my biggest neurosis.  (Or what I consider to be my biggest neurosis.   You might have a different ranking on your scorecard at home.)  In case you had forgotton, I'm absolutely freakish about having any food in the bathroom.   Or dishes in the bathroom.   Yes, it's my whacky brand of Kosher.   Where food is at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/feeds/116935673005232114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5161126&amp;postID=116935673005232114' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/116935673005232114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5161126/posts/default/116935673005232114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycropht.blogspot.com/2007/01/trauma-on-saturday-afternoon.html' title='Trauma On A Saturday Afternoon'/><author><name>Kat Coble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01989208841608754591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/240355882_8dc133193a_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry></feed>
