<?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-9710857</id><updated>2012-01-13T21:07:11.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures of Plan B in DC</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>561</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-3279368280992299633</id><published>2010-11-09T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T18:19:53.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Major, Life-Altering Surgery and Why I'm Having It</title><summary type='text'>Over the last year or so I've been having GI problems, the last 3  months so severe to the point I've lost about 40 lbs since I saw some of  you in CA in July.  I've been to almost every specialist (GI,  Rheumatologist, OB/GYN, Allergist, etc.) you could think up and have had I'm damn near sure every procedure  and test known to man performed (countless blood tests, colonoscopy,  upper and lower </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/3279368280992299633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2010/11/major-life-altering-surgery-and-why-im.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/3279368280992299633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/3279368280992299633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2010/11/major-life-altering-surgery-and-why-im.html' title='Major, Life-Altering Surgery and Why I&apos;m Having It'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-8801608640917192770</id><published>2010-05-09T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T14:06:08.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd Rather Not Double Down Thanks</title><summary type='text'>I'm reading this great essay on the hypocrisy of fast food outrage and this quote made me laugh almost as hard as Betty White on SNL last night.

"Never mind that KFC plans to offer the Double Down for only six weeks — Colonel Sanders, widely thought to be dead but perhaps just hanging out in the rugged terrain of Pakistan, is now the greatest threat to America’s long-term security."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/8801608640917192770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2010/05/id-rather-not-double-down-thanks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/8801608640917192770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/8801608640917192770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2010/05/id-rather-not-double-down-thanks.html' title='I&apos;d Rather Not Double Down Thanks'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-2754805007225315331</id><published>2010-01-30T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T16:25:47.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Will Forever Love Gilmore Girls</title><summary type='text'>Because of dialogue like this delivered by two great actors: Kelly Bishop and Edward Herrman:

Emily Gilmore: I am going to Europe Richard; I am going to Europe and I'm going to have a marvelous time.  I'm going to get up at 10 and I'm going to have two glasses of wine at lunch. Every. Single. Day.

Richard Gilmore: Only prostitutes have two glasses of wine at lunch!

Emily Gilmore: Well then buy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/2754805007225315331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-i-will-forever-love-gilmore-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/2754805007225315331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/2754805007225315331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-i-will-forever-love-gilmore-girls.html' title='Why I Will Forever Love Gilmore Girls'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-7972673825173555594</id><published>2010-01-07T03:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T03:05:21.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings of an Insomniac</title><summary type='text'>Yes Marcus, I refer to people by either their blog name or nickname for the most part here on my blog.  That doesn't make me a geek...I mean really, there are SO MANY other things to point to as backup for that theory.  
After one night of what I'm going to call normal sleep (it really wasn't, but this is neither the time nor the place to burst my bubble) I'm back to being wide awake at 3 am.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/7972673825173555594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2010/01/musings-of-insomniac.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/7972673825173555594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/7972673825173555594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2010/01/musings-of-insomniac.html' title='Musings of an Insomniac'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-2242700835540684226</id><published>2010-01-05T03:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T04:11:42.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Read that as "I feel like Lance is way more attractive and will actually give me dick."</title><summary type='text'>


Redhead in Heels and I decided to watch Conveyor Belt of Love together, communicating via Gchat since she is in PA and I am, well, here in DC.  What follows is a very long and ADDish conversation you shall find either hilarious or boring.  If it's boring to you, I recommend you don't watch CBoL ever and also?  I feel sad for your belly that it won't laugh as hard as we did at the awesomeness </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/2242700835540684226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2010/01/read-that-as-i-feel-like-lance-is-way.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/2242700835540684226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/2242700835540684226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2010/01/read-that-as-i-feel-like-lance-is-way.html' title='Read that as &quot;I feel like Lance is way more attractive and will actually give me dick.&quot;'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqrFMse-cJU/S0MB57pFhaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-CPwjppgros/s72-c/Dog+and+Speedo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-1095822957873231472</id><published>2010-01-03T08:43:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T09:24:09.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Water and Animals</title><summary type='text'>So today it has been a year.  January 3, 2009 I got the call telling me my father had passed away. While it wasn't unexpected (I'd seen him about a week before and he was maybe 150 lbs soaking wet, which at 6'4" is not good), I'd just spoken to him the day before and he sounded great and happy and full of life and hope. I hadn't seen him for a long time before that visit home right before </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/1095822957873231472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2010/01/water-and-animals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/1095822957873231472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/1095822957873231472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2010/01/water-and-animals.html' title='Water and Animals'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqrFMse-cJU/S0CnIt_UzLI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Jmu9weuQYeI/s72-c/Dad+at+Ocean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-482899328716741822</id><published>2009-12-15T01:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T01:27:46.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dexter You Beast</title><summary type='text'>Just finished catching up on this latest season of Dexter and all I will say is wow.  I'm delighted with how they ended things all around and can't wait to see what they come up with next season.  First Jimmy Smits, then John Lythgow - I wonder who the next serial killer Dexter looks to for guidance will be....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/482899328716741822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/dexter-you-beast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/482899328716741822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/482899328716741822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/dexter-you-beast.html' title='Dexter You Beast'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-8248010253883757876</id><published>2009-12-14T21:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:31:06.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For PlanB From Jake</title><summary type='text'>I've swung back around to being in a great mood/state of mind.  It helps that I have finals this week, survived The 24-Hour Attack of the Cold, had people remind me that I'm a good person and friend (hooray validation!), am mere minutes away from what I can only imagine is a heart-wrenching fulfilling season finale of Dexter, and am drinking a glass of wine listening to one of my very favorite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/8248010253883757876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-planb-from-jake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/8248010253883757876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/8248010253883757876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-planb-from-jake.html' title='For PlanB From Jake'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-7172349823719228363</id><published>2009-12-14T00:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:09:44.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadwood</title><summary type='text'>Yet another unique, high quality show cut short before its time.  Excellent writing (in iambic pentameter with even more cocksuckers thrown in than this place), superb acting, and episodic descriptions such as: "A dandy arrives by stage coach and immediately begins exploring how to bring culture to the camp."  A dandy you say?  In that case, yes, I will pour myself a glass of wine and watch you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/7172349823719228363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/deadwood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/7172349823719228363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/7172349823719228363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/deadwood.html' title='Deadwood'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-2844633883084932293</id><published>2009-12-12T10:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T10:39:54.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Sent The Memo?</title><summary type='text'>To all those I've somehow wronged over the years who are collectively all of a sudden bringing it all back up: I'm sorry. I realize I was not the best person at all times.  I could probably waste time thinking about your faults but I won't.  It's the past.  We've hopefully learned from our mistakes and made changes.  I know I have.  Can we agree on a Christmas Miracle, move on and stop beating me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/2844633883084932293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/who-sent-memo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/2844633883084932293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/2844633883084932293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/who-sent-memo.html' title='Who Sent The Memo?'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-3878114650490612993</id><published>2009-12-10T06:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T08:56:41.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Half-Pint: Songs Sean Could Never Sing</title><summary type='text'>My freshman year of college (1990-91) I met a boy who re-taught me how to snow ski.  My friend Cheri invited me on a ski trip and even though I hadn't been skiing in years, I said yes because it sounded fun and why not, I was going to be home for Winter Break anyway.  So we drove up to Big Bear and on the trip up, I ended up chatting with this guy Frank (trust, it took some work to pull that name</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/3878114650490612993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-half-pint-songs-sean-could-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/3878114650490612993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/3878114650490612993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-half-pint-songs-sean-could-never.html' title='For Half-Pint: Songs Sean Could Never Sing'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-1243869091492029114</id><published>2009-12-09T13:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:37:01.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy?</title><summary type='text'>I just realized that two of my cousins (brothers) are both dating women with the same name as their youngest sister.  One maybe, but both?  Maybe it's because I have a fairly unique name (really, how many PlanBs do you know?) or maybe it's just plain creepy.  I mean, c'mon, think about sex.  Could you really say intimate romantic things to the same name as a sibling?  Am I alone in being weirded </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/1243869091492029114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/creepy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/1243869091492029114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/1243869091492029114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/creepy.html' title='Creepy?'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-7681485667074282506</id><published>2009-12-09T12:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:10:10.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>90210 Observations</title><summary type='text'>I didn't watch 90210 when I was in high school and really only watched sporadically after that, yet somehow I know almost all the storylines and get sucked into watching it whenever an old ep is on...like now.  In my defense, they're ridiculously entertaining and it was the High School graduation ep.  Things I've noticed:1. Everyone had really dark eyebrows.2. I owned most of the clothes they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/7681485667074282506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/90210-observations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/7681485667074282506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/7681485667074282506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/90210-observations.html' title='90210 Observations'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-6500181549146439428</id><published>2009-12-08T09:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T12:03:46.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cursed</title><summary type='text'>This is a tape I made while attending Fullerton College in 1993.  There are times when you just have to laugh at your younger self.  I'm sure I put in way too much time thinking about the lyrics to make the songs mean something in some way.  In reality, it's a tape with a bunch of good songs about heartache, unrequited love, and people done wrong.Side A: Cursed Female1. Cursed Female - Porno For </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/6500181549146439428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/cursed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/6500181549146439428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/6500181549146439428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/cursed.html' title='Cursed'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-7179726416565682200</id><published>2009-12-08T01:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T02:32:36.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Food Inc." Or, Why I'll Never Eat Again</title><summary type='text'>I wear leather.  I take little issue with others eating meat in front of me and have no qualms preparing it for people.  I was never, nor am I currently, a moral vegetarian-it came about mostly because eating meat on a bone really just grosses me out.  I've read The Omnivore's Dilemma, am currently reading Eating Animals by Jonathan Safran Foer.  I eat a pretty healthy diet which is as organic as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/7179726416565682200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/food-inc-or-why-ill-never-eat-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/7179726416565682200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/7179726416565682200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/food-inc-or-why-ill-never-eat-again.html' title='&quot;Food Inc.&quot; Or, Why I&apos;ll Never Eat Again'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-1821158365940527401</id><published>2009-12-07T15:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T15:49:23.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hindsight Really Is 20/20</title><summary type='text'>My friend Jim just called for one of our daily check ins (he's the only person I talk to nearly every day) and after the "how are you?" "I'm well, how are you?"s, completely out of the blue he asked "Hey, did you ever get your dishes back from Mr.P?"  I answered that no, I have not heard anything from him since we broke up, despite trying twice to set up a time for the exchange.  Granted, my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/1821158365940527401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/hindsight-really-is-2020.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/1821158365940527401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/1821158365940527401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/hindsight-really-is-2020.html' title='Hindsight Really Is 20/20'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-4607214910407516436</id><published>2009-12-06T17:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T17:56:11.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2010: The Year of ...?</title><summary type='text'>For the last few years, instead of making resolutions I've picked a theme for the coming year and let it set the tone for how I go about my business.  It's worked really well for the past four (see below*) and now that we've entered December, it's time to once again whittle down the possibilities for the year to come.  I'm leaning towards 2010: The Year of Sloughing Off Dead Weight, but it is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/4607214910407516436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010-year-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/4607214910407516436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/4607214910407516436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010-year-of.html' title='2010: The Year of ...?'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-4957937029145666795</id><published>2009-12-06T14:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T14:55:59.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday?</title><summary type='text'>I always feel it's a lazy day if I don't have in person interaction with people.  But in the 12 hours I've been awake I've gotten so much done that it's hard for me to define today as lazy.  Also, there are so many more hours left in the day since I've been up for so long that I suppose interaction is still a possibility.  In fact, I think I'm going to put some clothes on and head out into the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/4957937029145666795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/lazy-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/4957937029145666795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/4957937029145666795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/lazy-sunday.html' title='Lazy Sunday?'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-6631522055885462017</id><published>2009-12-06T05:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T07:35:13.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be A Good Boy And Put This On</title><summary type='text'>One more before I start my Sunday.  This is going to be a good one, I can tell already.  I can remember getting ready to this tape, drying my hair, doing my make-up, singing while picking out my outfit which I'm sure involved tight jeans and a half shirt.  Oh 1993, how I do not miss you.I'm not sure how George Michael made it on to this one - seems I felt the need to put all black artists on one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/6631522055885462017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/be-good-boy-and-put-this-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/6631522055885462017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/6631522055885462017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/be-good-boy-and-put-this-on.html' title='Be A Good Boy And Put This On'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-6705989397049750186</id><published>2009-12-06T04:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T05:58:46.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Scuze Me While I Kiss This Guy</title><summary type='text'>Oh, this one is going to be embarrassing.  It's got to be one of the most random collections of songs ever.  I made this, judging by the inclusion of MMC songs, while working at The Disney Store, probably around late 1993. Like all people in their early 20's, I thought I was the coolest thing ever, that I knew everything, and that one day I would rule the world.  There is no other logical </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/6705989397049750186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/scuze-me-while-i-kiss-this-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/6705989397049750186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/6705989397049750186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/scuze-me-while-i-kiss-this-guy.html' title='&apos;Scuze Me While I Kiss This Guy'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-6923905632192635117</id><published>2009-12-05T17:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T04:01:22.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive Me Crazy!</title><summary type='text'>Class has been cancelled tonight and it's crappy outside so I'm watching college football and going through another mix tape.  In keeping with the driving theme, here is the next one, most likely from 1991, end of Senior Year.  And we have our first casualty of time. Almost just lost this one to the tape deck, but have managed to pull out a victory.  Phew!Side A: 1. Give it Away - RHCP (The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/6923905632192635117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/drive-me-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/6923905632192635117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/6923905632192635117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/drive-me-crazy.html' title='Drive Me Crazy!'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-7416471508168962811</id><published>2009-12-05T10:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T13:19:37.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic Tape Dos</title><summary type='text'>It is cold, wintery, and wet outside and after a couple hectic days I'm feeling run-down so I've decided to get warm and sentimental and go through a couple more tapes.  This is the logical follow-up to Tunes for Traffic and includes some of the same songs (less work!).  Here, for your pleasure is another from circa 1997.Side A:1. Pato &amp; Roger Come Again - Pato Banton &amp; Rankin Roger (Told you it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/7416471508168962811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/traffic-tape-dos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/7416471508168962811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/7416471508168962811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/traffic-tape-dos.html' title='Traffic Tape Dos'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-1133606058478166488</id><published>2009-12-05T08:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T10:42:54.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tunes for Traffic</title><summary type='text'>This tape comes courtesy of my time spent driving an hour to go 8 miles for work...gotta love LA traffic...circa 1997.  I can say with no doubt that I still love each song on this tape.  Glad to see that my taste stands up after 12 years...at least with this tape, because I KNOW there is something out there I mixed with N*SYNC on it.  On a side note, I seem to be gravitating towards live versions</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/1133606058478166488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/tunes-for-traffic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/1133606058478166488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/1133606058478166488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/tunes-for-traffic.html' title='Tunes for Traffic'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-5622396595461828165</id><published>2009-12-02T05:14:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T06:43:42.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Mix</title><summary type='text'>The first of the 42 I listened to.  Made for me by either Peter (who is now a country music recording artist) or Corey while we all worked at The Disney Store, circa 1994-96. Gosh those were good times.  We'd go country dancing a couple times a month - I'm a mean two and ten stepper for the record.On to the music.  And yes, I had to look up most of these for the artist's name, but I was able to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/5622396595461828165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/country-mix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/5622396595461828165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/5622396595461828165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/country-mix.html' title='Country Mix'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-5642102648476763943</id><published>2009-12-02T05:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T05:14:08.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration in Insomnia</title><summary type='text'>So, I think I'm going to start sporadically posting here again even though I sincerely doubt anyone still checks this since it's been so long.  It might just be me posting about the most awesome thing ever (aka the mix tapes I just found) or it might be more.  Who knows.  It all depends on what I feel like posting and whether I have time to do it.  Given my horrific sleeping as of late, I may be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/5642102648476763943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/inspiration-in-insomnia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/5642102648476763943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/5642102648476763943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2009/12/inspiration-in-insomnia.html' title='Inspiration in Insomnia'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-3679408311025290956</id><published>2008-01-16T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T14:08:47.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wonder if He Knew How Funny That Was</title><summary type='text'>Matthew McConaughey announced that his girlfriend is pregnant by releasing this quote:"We are stoked and wowed by this miracle of creation and this gift from God, and so excited for the adventure that will come in raising this child, being a mother and a father, and shepherding him or her through this life. . . . from moms and dads, to family to community, it takes the best will and support from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/3679408311025290956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-wonder-if-he-knew-how-funny-that-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/3679408311025290956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/3679408311025290956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-wonder-if-he-knew-how-funny-that-was.html' title='I Wonder if He Knew How Funny That Was'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-7509847120728308112</id><published>2008-01-11T11:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T06:35:52.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Righteous Man (an old old draft)</title><summary type='text'>As some of you know, my dates usually end in one of two ways. Either the guy gives me an awkward hug/handshake or he tries to maul me, so last night was a welcome change. Let's start at the very beginning which is, as Maria von Trapp sang so eloquently, is a very good place to start. The nice boy who asked to take my picture on New Year's Eve asked to take me out last night. We met up at Bourbon </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/7509847120728308112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2008/01/righteous-man-old-old-draft.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/7509847120728308112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/7509847120728308112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2008/01/righteous-man-old-old-draft.html' title='Righteous Man (an old old draft)'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-48174387097552815</id><published>2008-01-08T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T12:42:48.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spur of the Moment Date</title><summary type='text'>Is it spur of the moment if we've been trying to get together for a couple weeks now?  I met Luke out at the Red Derby where we chatted with each other, the owner and the bartender.  All very nice people who solidified my decision to make this my new neighborhood bar.  The food looks fantastic, is inexpensive, it's a short bus ride up 14th from me and feels like I'm hanging out at a friend's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/48174387097552815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2008/01/spur-of-moment-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/48174387097552815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/48174387097552815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2008/01/spur-of-moment-date.html' title='Spur of the Moment Date'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-8696723148187230354</id><published>2008-01-08T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T10:57:15.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Are You Still Working Paul Moyer?</title><summary type='text'>So, I may or may not at times listen to Star 98.7 online while at work.  Shut up - I work in a fairly high traffic area and I need something completely non-offensive.  Granted, some of the songs they play offend me with their banality, but that is the price I must pay to listen to music instead of the attorney down the hall who does Google searches for his wife while she's on speakerphone.  All </summary><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Moyer' title='How Are You Still Working Paul Moyer?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/8696723148187230354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-are-you-still-working-paul-moyer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/8696723148187230354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/8696723148187230354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-are-you-still-working-paul-moyer.html' title='How Are You Still Working Paul Moyer?'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqrFMse-cJU/R4OdHWtjAHI/AAAAAAAAACc/OvSVeMcO_XE/s72-c/Moyer-Williams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-4347279595450972606</id><published>2008-01-07T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T15:54:13.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Catch Up</title><summary type='text'>The weekend between Christmas and New Year's Eve I was invited to go up to Baltimore for the Ravens v. Steelers game.  My compadre Niki went to school with one of the Steelers and he offered up a hotel room for Saturday night and tickets to Sunday's game.  I won't lie.  I was more excited about spending time with my friend (she's in PA and I never get to see her) than the actual game since I am a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/4347279595450972606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-catch-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/4347279595450972606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/4347279595450972606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-catch-up.html' title='A Little Catch Up'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-6621287570104904586</id><published>2008-01-05T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T20:14:24.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dark Spot on the History of Baseball</title><summary type='text'>No, I'm not talking about the steroids scandal that we're in the midst of, I'm speaking of the day 3 years and 2 days ago when that bastard Arte Moreno renamed my California Angels to include Los Angeles.  Before you ask, yes I'm still angry.  I'm pretty sure Gene Autry is too.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/6621287570104904586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2008/01/dark-spot-on-history-of-baseball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/6621287570104904586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/6621287570104904586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2008/01/dark-spot-on-history-of-baseball.html' title='A Dark Spot on the History of Baseball'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-3436040686918518755</id><published>2008-01-05T19:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T19:46:54.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pssst!</title><summary type='text'>So, after a long 9 month absence, I'm back.  I'm not going to promise to post regularly.  I'm not going to even attempt to sum up the time I was gone from here.  I'm just going to pick up like I was never gone and you're going to be okay with it.  2008 has started off pretty good and considering that it has been declared the Year of Dating Appropriately, it will probably prove to have at least a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/3436040686918518755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2008/01/pssst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/3436040686918518755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/3436040686918518755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2008/01/pssst.html' title='Pssst!'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-5806485435678859821</id><published>2007-03-26T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T22:35:40.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Night</title><summary type='text'>Race Cars and Goth Rock - Butch WalkerWhat I can I say I come from racecars and goth rockAnd what can you do, you're just California gridlockI'm a broken down camaro overheated, but you'll never knowYou're the one that caused this crashSaw him and the Let's Go Out Tonites last night at 9:30.  Absolutely one of the most fun shows I've ever been to and this comes the night after seeing Super </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/5806485435678859821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/03/song-of-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/5806485435678859821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/5806485435678859821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/03/song-of-night.html' title='Song of the Night'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-2976038992534330253</id><published>2007-03-23T00:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T00:52:54.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Was It a Date?</title><summary type='text'>Rounds Two and Three:The night after I went out with Bryan (who I keep talking with and I think would be interested if I cast out the dating line-I don't have time right now) I met XM at my bar for drinks and some food.  It was a really great time.  I adore him and love spending time with him.  I just don't feel a strong desire to get the guy naked.  It's incredibly unfortunate.  We both spoke of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/2976038992534330253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/03/was-it-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/2976038992534330253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/2976038992534330253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/03/was-it-date.html' title='Was It a Date?'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-6878698064742928124</id><published>2007-03-23T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T00:28:05.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shamrock Shenanigans</title><summary type='text'>Last weekend was a bit out of control.  What started out as drinks at our bar on Friday night to plan a fundraiser turned into lots of drinks at Buffalo Billiards and me waking up at a...friend's...house 20 minutes before my 9:45 am hair appointment Saturday morning.  Luckily he lives within walking distance of Mazza so I was only 5 minutes late, but probably still buzzed from the night before.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/6878698064742928124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/03/shamrock-shenanigans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/6878698064742928124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/6878698064742928124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/03/shamrock-shenanigans.html' title='Shamrock Shenanigans'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-3502817587597974493</id><published>2007-03-23T00:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T00:11:52.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CBS Can Kiss My ASS</title><summary type='text'>Maybe I should just chalk it up to living on the East Coast, but I much prefer to blame the network.  It's bad enough they rarely show entire PAC 10 games on the network, even during March Madness, but to show commercials instead of cutting to the last minute of a 7 point game?  And then when coming back from those damn this is our country truck commercials to just show a graphic of the score </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/3502817587597974493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/03/cbs-can-kiss-my-ass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/3502817587597974493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/3502817587597974493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/03/cbs-can-kiss-my-ass.html' title='CBS Can Kiss My ASS'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-7603469776298568561</id><published>2007-03-01T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T12:49:40.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Play a Game</title><summary type='text'>It's called "Was it a Date?".  Round One:After a drink with coworkers last night, I headed over to Dupont to meet Bryan for dinner.  I haven't seen him in about 10 months, so I wasn't sure how to greet him.  He took care of that by giving me a big hug.  We had a really great time at dinner, there was some flirting, catching up, a little digging on his part as to what I've been up to the last 10 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/7603469776298568561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/03/lets-play-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/7603469776298568561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/7603469776298568561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/03/lets-play-game.html' title='Let&apos;s Play a Game'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-8348540743731103892</id><published>2007-03-01T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T11:50:21.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Day</title><summary type='text'>Here I Dreamt I Was an Architect - The Decemberists.  This one goes out to George Costanza aka Art VanDeLay.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/8348540743731103892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/03/song-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/8348540743731103892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/8348540743731103892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/03/song-of-day.html' title='Song of the Day'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-8184824021598428403</id><published>2007-02-27T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T15:40:40.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nancy Drew's Guide to Life</title><summary type='text'>After receiving an electrical shock to the system, find as many men as possible to vigorously massage you. - Mystery of the Glowing EyeHow convenient that tip of the day is considering that in the last two days, I've heard from four guys I used to date.  Two were completely random, out of the blue and the others I've stayed in contact with intermittently.  The Not Randoms1. Bryan and I went on a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/8184824021598428403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/02/nancy-drews-guide-to-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/8184824021598428403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/8184824021598428403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/02/nancy-drews-guide-to-life.html' title='Nancy Drew&apos;s Guide to Life'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-1262228011144865827</id><published>2007-02-22T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T16:18:08.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nancy Drew Tip of the Day</title><summary type='text'>Carry a police whistle to scare off creeps.  - The Secret of the Forgotten CityAre you listening Courtney?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/1262228011144865827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/02/nancy-drew-tip-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/1262228011144865827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/1262228011144865827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/02/nancy-drew-tip-of-day.html' title='Nancy Drew Tip of the Day'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-4933346863039508498</id><published>2007-02-21T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:19:14.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Evidently Going to Hell</title><summary type='text'>I just had this conversation with a coworker:Liz: I'm giving up beer for Lent. Me: That's why I'm Episcopalian - Catholic Lite Liz: I'm Episcopalian too.  Actually baptized and confirmed in the Roman Catholic Church though. Me: I was never baptized.  So scandalous - especially when I was teaching Sunday School. Liz: Ooooh.  You're going to hell. Me: According to my Christian Doctrine teacher </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/4933346863039508498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-evidently-going-to-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/4933346863039508498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/4933346863039508498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-evidently-going-to-hell.html' title='I Am Evidently Going to Hell'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-2923308618217167537</id><published>2007-02-17T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T10:10:50.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Things Named Orson</title><summary type='text'>WellsKyle MacLaughlin's character on Desperate HousewivesMy band of the weekend.  Check out Orson.  They released an album last December, made big in the U.K. and are finally here in the US.More to come from me this weekend.  I'm not on call for the office and I've got most of my school work done so I should have some time to post.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/2923308618217167537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/02/great-things-named-orson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/2923308618217167537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/2923308618217167537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/02/great-things-named-orson.html' title='Great Things Named Orson'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-2798733219171405906</id><published>2007-02-06T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T10:45:38.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold as Hell?  That Doesn't Even Make Sense</title><summary type='text'>Today I heard a guy on the bus say "Man, it's cold as Hell this morning".  Granted, the newspeople were saying "If you don't absolutely have to go outside, you shouldn't", so it is very cold, but doesn't bus guy know that Hell is full of fire and brimstone, not ice?  If it were cold then you could cuddle for warmth, go snowboarding, ice skating.  There are all sorts of fun wintery things you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/2798733219171405906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/02/cold-as-hell-that-doesnt-even-make.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/2798733219171405906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/2798733219171405906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/02/cold-as-hell-that-doesnt-even-make.html' title='Cold as Hell?  That Doesn&apos;t Even Make Sense'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-4018681953751800741</id><published>2007-01-29T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T23:50:28.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Listen Kids</title><summary type='text'>Check out Paolo Nutini.  He has a four song EP on iTunes and it is completely worth the $3.49 or whatever they are charging for it.  Last Request is a great song and the other three are just as enjoyable.  His voice has this scratchy, soulful quality to it while at the same time being one of the smoothest I've heard in a long time.  Oh yeah, did I mention he's only 19?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/4018681953751800741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/01/gotta-listen-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/4018681953751800741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/4018681953751800741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/01/gotta-listen-kids.html' title='Gotta Listen Kids'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-6416853435261110436</id><published>2007-01-14T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T16:34:17.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Were a TOTAL Geek</title><summary type='text'>I would totally want this....</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.nikkor2d2.com/NHE/EN/index-en.html' title='If I Were a TOTAL Geek'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/6416853435261110436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/01/if-i-were-total-geek.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/6416853435261110436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/6416853435261110436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/01/if-i-were-total-geek.html' title='If I Were a TOTAL Geek'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-7913725790872274150</id><published>2007-01-14T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T15:50:12.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stomp</title><summary type='text'>Friday night Cindy and I had a lady date.  We met at my office at 5:45 (which proved to be a good decision! on my part because I would not have been able to get out of there before 8 otherwise) and headed over to dinner at La Tosca, a Spanish tapas restaurant.  It was Restaurant Week in DC and we took advantage of what was usually their Wednesday night tapas special which is basically all the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/7913725790872274150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/01/stomp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/7913725790872274150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/7913725790872274150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/01/stomp.html' title='Stomp'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-4301035494943922746</id><published>2007-01-14T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T01:02:19.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check This Chick Out</title><summary type='text'>Rachael Yamagata.  I've been listening to her album "Happenstance" off and on over the last couple months (even though it's been around since 2004) and it just keeps getting better.   Absolutely fantastic voice, somewhat husky, vulnerable but strong.  Her songs have been featured in The Last Kiss and my personal favorite comedy right now How I Met Your Mother (Wanna go to the mall today Mark?)  I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/4301035494943922746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/01/check-this-chick-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/4301035494943922746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/4301035494943922746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/01/check-this-chick-out.html' title='Check This Chick Out'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-4643583320829867960</id><published>2007-01-13T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T14:22:50.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Band of the MLK Weekend</title><summary type='text'>I've been working tons so far this year and I've been under the weather with a pretty bad cold.  I'm going to be spending this weekend catching up on things like laundry, cleaning my house and seeing how many of my friends outside of DC are still alive (and still friends since i've been pretty MIA as of late).  That said, I have been in need of some good old fashioned fun music and found it in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/4643583320829867960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/01/band-of-mlk-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/4643583320829867960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/4643583320829867960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/01/band-of-mlk-weekend.html' title='Band of the MLK Weekend'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-5011735875778925219</id><published>2007-01-01T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T23:02:53.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Forget The Robot</title><summary type='text'>How I Met Your Mother is the new Arrested Development.  A great, funny show that no one is watching and critcs love.  Barney "The Barnacle" is quite possibly one of the funniest characters ever on television.  A warning: This song will never, ever, ever leave your head.  That said, throw on your rubber bracelets and grafitti coat and head to the mall....today.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iC9_wZHGLpA' title='Don&apos;t Forget The Robot'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/5011735875778925219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/01/whiny-bottomless-pit-of-neediness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/5011735875778925219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/5011735875778925219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/01/whiny-bottomless-pit-of-neediness.html' title='Don&apos;t Forget The Robot'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-1433924471881975</id><published>2007-01-01T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T11:33:38.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year Everyone</title><summary type='text'>So The Year Of Good Decisions has begun leaving The Year That Kicked My Ass behind.  There isn't a more excited girl in the world, let me tell you.My long, holiday weekend has been pretty fun so far.  Very quiet and relaxing.  I've been going non-stop for awhile now and feel like I haven't been home for like a month.  My apartment is a disaster, I've got tons of laundry to do and I've just been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/1433924471881975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/1433924471881975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/1433924471881975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-everyone.html' title='Happy New Year Everyone'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-3834572787500963004</id><published>2006-12-27T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T23:16:28.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Gerry</title><summary type='text'>This has been a tough week, first James Brown, now Gerald Ford.  My coworker Michele and I had a conversation today about who would be the third.  My bet is Fidel Castro.  That might just be wishful (as awful as that is) thinking on my part because I really would love to go to Cuba.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/3834572787500963004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/12/rip-gerry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/3834572787500963004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/3834572787500963004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/12/rip-gerry.html' title='R.I.P. Gerry'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqrFMse-cJU/RZNEpoP0t6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/CWFjW8EZgPw/s72-c/file_198874_80581.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-8994337127158541523</id><published>2006-12-27T05:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T05:38:05.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm All Out of Christmas Miracles</title><summary type='text'>Okay, I'm going to try to get a couple hours sleep before I've got to shower and get pretty for work.  I feel Red Bull in my future.  Man, not sleeping sucks.  Wish me luck!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/8994337127158541523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-all-out-of-christmas-miracles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/8994337127158541523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/8994337127158541523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-all-out-of-christmas-miracles.html' title='I&apos;m All Out of Christmas Miracles'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-7242769350136726603</id><published>2006-12-27T05:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T05:36:05.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Present Ever?</title><summary type='text'>The running joke last week was based on the "Dick in a Box" ("DIAB") video Justin Timberlake and Adam Samberg did on Saturday Night Live a couple weeks ago.  If you haven't seen it, click above and watch it before you read any further.  I'll wait.Okay, so all my friends have decided to tell me they hate my new job because I'm always working and have been pretty much on radio silence for the last </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xmNdbLZ58SQ' title='The Best Present Ever?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/7242769350136726603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/12/best-present-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/7242769350136726603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/7242769350136726603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/12/best-present-ever.html' title='The Best Present Ever?'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-6803466738606156254</id><published>2006-12-27T04:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T04:57:47.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmastime in the OC</title><summary type='text'>So since I seem to have been hit with the insomnia stick, I shall post about this weekend. I ended up flying home, well to LA, on Friday, getting in around noon. I gotta tell ya, the extra $1 I paid to fly first class out there was very much worth it. Plan B's legs need room people. Debby picked me up at LAX and off we went to enjoy our weekend. We did a little errand running and shopping and </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.skateboardingbulldog.com/' title='Christmastime in the OC'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/6803466738606156254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmastime-in-oc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/6803466738606156254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/6803466738606156254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmastime-in-oc.html' title='Christmastime in the OC'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-116720591134970869</id><published>2006-12-27T02:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T02:51:51.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Objects Are Smaller Than They Appear</title><summary type='text'>In addition to having Jimmy Kimmel steal my seat on the flight home (never fear, I still got to sit in first class while managing to make him and Sarah Silverman laugh), seeing Tyson the skateboarding bulldog in person at Huntington pier, and spending time with family and friends, I finally added on to my back tat (and now, I can honestly say I'm done).  Don't mind the crackly skin - it's about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/116720591134970869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/12/objects-are-smaller-than-they-appear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116720591134970869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116720591134970869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/12/objects-are-smaller-than-they-appear.html' title='Objects Are Smaller Than They Appear'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-116534850021486341</id><published>2006-12-05T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T14:55:00.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Artist of the Day</title><summary type='text'>He's a cute boy with a kind heart and a guitar.  No wonder Plan B enjoys him.  Mat Kearney - check him out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/116534850021486341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/12/second-artist-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116534850021486341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116534850021486341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/12/second-artist-of-day.html' title='Second Artist of the Day'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-116533848144246779</id><published>2006-12-05T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T12:08:01.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much to Tell, So Little Time</title><summary type='text'>Fighting with Verizon - should have internet at home within the next 2 days (way to give me a small window there).  I've been slammed at work so there's been no time to update.  For now I will leave you with the artist of the day - Joshua Radin.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/116533848144246779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-much-to-tell-so-little-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116533848144246779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116533848144246779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-much-to-tell-so-little-time.html' title='So Much to Tell, So Little Time'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-116404167660840448</id><published>2006-11-20T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T11:54:36.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs That Make Crabby PlanB Happy</title><summary type='text'>I had a 40 minute bus ride this morning complete with smelly, loud homeless people and no iPod for salvation.  So I was a tad crabby when I got in this morning.  Luckily, it is a short holiday week (telling my coworker Michele about the time my brother, grandfather and I ended up at Kmart buying canned cranberry sauce one Thanksgiving cheered me up - more on that story later) and both my partners</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/brandtson_lyrics_8613/hello,_control_lyrics_28537/earthquakes_and_sharks_lyrics_311891.html' title='Songs That Make Crabby PlanB Happy'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/116404167660840448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/11/songs-that-make-crabby-planb-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116404167660840448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116404167660840448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/11/songs-that-make-crabby-planb-happy.html' title='Songs That Make Crabby PlanB Happy'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-116300490124173478</id><published>2006-11-08T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T11:56:23.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Toy</title><summary type='text'>I'm so far behind and fully plan on catching up but for now I'm going to rave about my new shuffle (object to left is larger than actual size).  It is quite possibly the cutest thing ever.  I can't wait to go running with it tonight (or tomorrow morning dependent on possible dinner plans)!Things to catch up on:- The Prestige- 2 concerts (Barenaked Ladies and Broken Social Scene)- My ongoing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/116300490124173478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-toy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116300490124173478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116300490124173478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-toy.html' title='New Toy'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-116197563402451246</id><published>2006-10-27T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T15:00:34.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><summary type='text'>Here is a picture of my going away cake.  Not only does the cake resemble me, but my old boss resembles the blue monster.  In fact, he kept playing with the blue monster saying "I'm blue because she's leaving".  lol</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/116197563402451246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/finally.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116197563402451246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116197563402451246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-116196668157518917</id><published>2006-10-27T12:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:31:21.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Night</title><summary type='text'>Wednesday afternoon I got word that a former co-worker was in town from NYC and that there was a possibility to have drinks that night.  I got the call around 7 that Ben and Shawn were in Dupont so away I went.  I adore Shawn, she is such a great person and so much fun to be around and Ben's just, well Ben is Ben and he is fantastic and always entertaining.  I met up with them at Cloud in Dupont </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/116196668157518917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/wednesday-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116196668157518917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116196668157518917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/wednesday-night.html' title='Wednesday Night'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-116174351988376481</id><published>2006-10-24T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T15:01:18.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the "ohmygod i'mworkinga15hourday onmy5thdayofwork" Night</title><summary type='text'>Matt Nathanson (yum) - Lost Myself in Search of YouAnd as you slipped away I couldn't admit that we were throughAs you slipped away I found I lost myself in search of youI was holding you so tightly when you needed helpI guess insecurities catch up to you when you're lying to yourselfBut I wasn't lying when I told you all that you could beBut it was no use, you never really ever listened to meI </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/116174351988376481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/song-of-ohmygod-imworkinga15hourday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116174351988376481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116174351988376481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/song-of-ohmygod-imworkinga15hourday.html' title='Song of the &quot;ohmygod i&apos;mworkinga15hourday onmy5thdayofwork&quot; Night'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-116173869712572068</id><published>2006-10-24T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T21:11:37.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night</title><summary type='text'>It has been a crazy week and it's only Tuesday night.  I'm still at the office, waiting for some final edits on a presentation for tomorrow.  At least I'm getting some stuff done while I wait.  And I had yummy dinner.  It doesn't happen often but at least when it does they treat us well.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/116173869712572068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/late-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116173869712572068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116173869712572068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/late-night.html' title='Late Night'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-116171994617319311</id><published>2006-10-24T15:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T15:59:06.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Album of the Day</title><summary type='text'>Pilot Speed - Into the West.One of my concerns when I started this new job was that I wouldn't be able to listen to music during the day at whatever new desk I was given.  Fortunately, in my new Fortress of Solitude I can, so I've been spending the last couple days with this newish album and I'm really digging it.  Back to work.  Just thought I'd share.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/116171994617319311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/album-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116171994617319311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116171994617319311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/album-of-day.html' title='Album of the Day'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-116163774000868461</id><published>2006-10-23T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T17:26:43.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lost Weekend</title><summary type='text'>It was a really weird, random, booze-filled weekend.  I feel like it flew by but I did so much.  I met Heather and Angie at the 9:30 at 6:30 for the Matt Nathanson/Carbon Leaf show.  Man we had such a good time.  I love both of those girls to death and anytime we're hanging out around music it's just a ton of fun.  My future husband Matt is so entertaining.  You may remember him from previous </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/116163774000868461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/lost-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116163774000868461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116163774000868461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/lost-weekend.html' title='The Lost Weekend'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-116135437888125518</id><published>2006-10-20T10:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T10:26:19.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Visits</title><summary type='text'>Second day went as well as, if not better than, the first. Third day is fantastic but that's just because I'm wearing jeans at my desk and it is Friday.  Still ghostly quiet, but I'm coming to appreciate it.  I ended up not hanging out with my cousin the other night.  I was exhausted from the activities of the two nights previous and he didn't get in until 10:45 (woke me up from my nap on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/116135437888125518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/family-visits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116135437888125518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116135437888125518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/family-visits.html' title='Family Visits'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-116120654246516398</id><published>2006-10-18T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T17:24:34.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day &amp; First Day</title><summary type='text'>So my last day of work was yesterday, and my first day of work is today.  It's been a crazy week and it's only Wednesday!Monday and Tuesday were spent training my replacement.  The poor thing is completely overwhelmed with all the procedures and information I threw at her.  Luckily my old/her new boss is out of country today through Sunday so she can spend the rest of this week familiarizing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/116120654246516398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-day-first-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116120654246516398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116120654246516398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-day-first-day.html' title='Last Day &amp; First Day'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-116096802813969902</id><published>2006-10-15T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T23:07:08.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bouncing Souls, Poker and The Departed</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/plain format --&gt;    See? I told you I would get better!    This weekend started at 7:40 Thursday night when Agie called to tell me to get to Bar Pilar asap. They had an extra ticket to the Bouncing Souls show at the Black Cat and wanted me to join them. Even though I had just gotten home from work and was already in my jammies, I love the Bouncing Souls and she talked me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/116096802813969902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/bouncing-souls-poker-and-departed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116096802813969902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116096802813969902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/bouncing-souls-poker-and-departed.html' title='Bouncing Souls, Poker and The Departed'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-116093819201264265</id><published>2006-10-15T14:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T14:49:52.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Random of the Day</title><summary type='text'>The Boy Scout is back.  Completely out of the blue he contacted me today after what?  A couple months?  He had told me that he was going to be really busy with closing down camp and on top of that his grandmother got really sick so he was going back to PA as much as he could so it would be a bit of time before we could see each other again.  I said I understood and left it at that and never heard</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/116093819201264265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/most-random-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116093819201264265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116093819201264265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/most-random-of-day.html' title='Most Random of the Day'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-116091518149190445</id><published>2006-10-15T08:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T08:26:21.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of my Life</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/plain format --&gt;    All last weekend (Columbus Day) I felt like I was back in high school. In a good way. Neither Agie nor I worked Friday - her last day at work was Thursday and I took a vacation day.  The original plan was to spend the day in Baltimore then go to the Social Distortion show that night at Sonar. It turned out to be a really crappy day weather wise so we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/116091518149190445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/story-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116091518149190445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116091518149190445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/story-of-my-life.html' title='Story of my Life'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-116087877227316052</id><published>2006-10-14T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T22:19:32.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard on Metro</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/plain format --&gt;    "Those poor little west coast kids just can't learn about American history like we can here." I wanted to correct the little old biddies but I held my tongue.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/116087877227316052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/overheard-on-metro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116087877227316052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116087877227316052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/overheard-on-metro.html' title='Overheard on Metro'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-116076849223381514</id><published>2006-10-13T15:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T15:41:32.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs of the Friday the 13th</title><summary type='text'>Good Time - LeroyRoller coasters.  Holy roller.  I got shot down in Southern California.El Salvador - AthleteFly to El Salvador.  I don't know why and I don't know what for.Pain Killer - Turin BrakesSummer rain, praying someone feels the same. I'm on a bit of a Zach Braff music kick lately.  Went to two really good shows - one last Friday, one last night.  Saving it for the next post.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/116076849223381514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/songs-of-friday-13th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116076849223381514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116076849223381514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/songs-of-friday-13th.html' title='Songs of the Friday the 13th'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-116071899768503789</id><published>2006-10-13T01:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T01:56:37.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Best Words to Hear</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/plain format --&gt;    I miss you.      'nuff said.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/116071899768503789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/3-best-words-to-hear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116071899768503789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116071899768503789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/3-best-words-to-hear.html' title='3 Best Words to Hear'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-116067838376680239</id><published>2006-10-12T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T14:39:43.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tower Crumbles</title><summary type='text'>It has not been a good month for a few of my favorite things.  Tower Records has been bought up by a liquidator and is going out of business.  Sad day.  I can't even begin to list how many record releases, appearances, free shows I went to at Tower locations.  Sure, they got to be overpriced in recent years but it was one of the few places you could go and know they'd have that new release by the</summary><link rel='related' href='http://abcnews.go.com/Business/wireStory?id=2538125' title='The Tower Crumbles'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/116067838376680239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/tower-crumbles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116067838376680239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116067838376680239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/tower-crumbles.html' title='The Tower Crumbles'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-116067594311271343</id><published>2006-10-12T13:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T13:59:03.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Couple Things</title><summary type='text'>I know I've been absent as of late but I have a very good reason.  I gave notice last week and my last day at the only job I've had so far in DC will be October 17th.  My first day at my new job will be the 18th, so there isn't going to be any fun/down time between the two unfortunately.  So instead of relaxing in the now calm environment of our office (which is under construction) I've been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/116067594311271343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/couple-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116067594311271343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116067594311271343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/couple-things.html' title='Couple Things'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-116031855071217482</id><published>2006-10-08T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T10:42:30.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Morning</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/plain format --&gt;    Oh no we gotta go. We're not gonna live forever.    Dracula from Houston - Butthole Surfers    On the metro coming home from a bbq in Bowie that started yesterday at 3. This is a great song to travel home to.   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/116031855071217482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/song-of-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116031855071217482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116031855071217482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/song-of-morning.html' title='Song of the Morning'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-116026727559326613</id><published>2006-10-07T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T20:27:56.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Line Of The Night</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/plain format --&gt;    You only need to lick it to get the taste. - PlanB  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/116026727559326613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/second-line-of-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116026727559326613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116026727559326613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/second-line-of-night.html' title='Second Line Of The Night'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-116025816600576306</id><published>2006-10-07T17:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T17:56:06.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Line Of The Day</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/plain format --&gt;    I would have said that sober - PlanB  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/116025816600576306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/line-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116025816600576306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/116025816600576306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/line-of-day.html' title='Line Of The Day'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-115980532067052894</id><published>2006-10-02T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T12:08:40.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Fish</title><summary type='text'>This weekend saw the last games of Tim Salmon.  Even though he never hit the elusive 300th home run, he is the all-time leader in home runs for the Angels.  He was consistently on the leaderboards during his storied career with the Angels which spanned two decades.  Aside from his stats, his love of the game and obvious joy playing makes him one of my favorite players in baseball history (well, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/115980532067052894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/go-fish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115980532067052894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115980532067052894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/10/go-fish.html' title='Go Fish'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-115921105217974225</id><published>2006-09-25T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T15:08:02.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night Recaplet</title><summary type='text'>So of course The Killers were a no show on Saturday night but it was a great night nonetheless.  Since I'm pretty much dead to the world until Thursday and my blackberry is having issues the story may have to wait a couple days, but it's a good one.  It involves injury (to me), a bar fight (independent of my injury), a really cute head of security who I may just see again and early morning spent </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/115921105217974225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/09/saturday-night-recaplet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115921105217974225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115921105217974225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/09/saturday-night-recaplet.html' title='Saturday Night Recaplet'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-115901718232769332</id><published>2006-09-23T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:13:02.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Day</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/plain format --&gt;    Good Life - Francis Dunery    Putting together some music for the party tonight and came across this oldie.    Speaking of good music I've been told by a friend of a friend of someone in the know that there is a good chance The Killers are going to be playing a bit in a small club after their concert tonight. And I will be right down the street. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/115901718232769332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/09/song-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115901718232769332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115901718232769332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/09/song-of-day.html' title='Song of the Day'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-115897147044520750</id><published>2006-09-22T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T20:31:10.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It October Yet?</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/plain format --&gt;    Just leaving the office for home. Cancelled plans with Matt and am going to go straight home, pour a glass of wine, get in my jammies and go to bed since I need to get up by 8 am tomorrow. Second interview went well today, should find out about the job early next week. I have an interview with another firm Monday. I am ready to move on. I really don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/115897147044520750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/09/is-it-october-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115897147044520750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115897147044520750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/09/is-it-october-yet.html' title='Is It October Yet?'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-115887970724741442</id><published>2006-09-21T19:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T19:34:53.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alive</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/plain format --&gt;    But just barely. Good God it's been a busy month! I've been on dates, interviews, out with friends, reconnected with a dear friend from high school who has missed me as much as I've missed him, need to finish telling about my trip home to CA, I get to hang out with The Duke of York a couple days next week (which is part of why I've been so out of touch</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/115887970724741442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115887970724741442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115887970724741442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Alive'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-115809813433235177</id><published>2006-09-12T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T17:55:34.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Kind and Don't Roll Your Eyes</title><summary type='text'>I know.  I know.  I've been bad again.  Work has kicked into high gear and I feel like I'm slowly dying from lack of fresh, outside air.  I will try to catch up on the past few week/ends' activities this evening while watching mediocre television and talking to the new boy.  New boy you say?  Yeah, and I'm invoking first trimester rule and not talking about him anymore.  So there.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/115809813433235177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/09/be-kind-and-dont-roll-your-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115809813433235177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115809813433235177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/09/be-kind-and-dont-roll-your-eyes.html' title='Be Kind and Don&apos;t Roll Your Eyes'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-115766433351928079</id><published>2006-09-07T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T17:25:33.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I Told You Lately That I'm Brilliant?</title><summary type='text'>We're in the midst of planning a ribbon cutting ceremony for the opening of a museum we've helped fund the building of and I am in charge of finding enough fabric to serve as the ribbon.  I had the height and width of the building and needed to figure out the length diagonally across.  I busted out the Pythagorean theorem and lo and behold the hypotenuse is 36 feet.  Who knew Mr. Parr was correct</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/115766433351928079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/09/have-i-told-you-lately-that-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115766433351928079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115766433351928079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/09/have-i-told-you-lately-that-im.html' title='Have I Told You Lately That I&apos;m Brilliant?'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-115756483752174740</id><published>2006-09-06T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T13:47:17.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Totally Stoked</title><summary type='text'>The Snow Patrol concert that I've been looking forward to since May is finally happening this Sunday night.  Oh, wait, it gets better.  Just found out a little band called Augustana is opening for them who, thanks again to Debby even though I figured out I had one of their songs already, I have been listening to a lot lately.  Two good bands for one low price.  And, I might have a date that night</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/115756483752174740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-totally-stoked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115756483752174740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115756483752174740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-totally-stoked.html' title='So Totally Stoked'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-115747505762636073</id><published>2006-09-05T12:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T12:50:57.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song for a Rainy Day</title><summary type='text'>Anna Nalick - Paper BagAs I was running through the park to work with my jacket over my head (no umbrella at home because I left it in New Jersey) my iPod gave me this song to enjoy.  Good album, totally underrated and eclipsed by her song "Breathe (2AM)".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/115747505762636073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/09/song-for-rainy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115747505762636073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115747505762636073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/09/song-for-rainy-day.html' title='Song for a Rainy Day'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-115720755774568736</id><published>2006-09-02T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T10:32:38.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Rainy Day</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/plain format --&gt;    Evanescence - Call Me When You're Sober    Getting ready to head up to Philly for the day. Should be a really fun time.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/115720755774568736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/09/song-of-rainy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115720755774568736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115720755774568736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/09/song-of-rainy-day.html' title='Song of the Rainy Day'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-115679372896652825</id><published>2006-08-28T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T16:27:44.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>California Love</title><summary type='text'>'Cali is where they put they mack down'By default and due to sheer exhaustion on my part in addition to being the title of this post, that is now the song of the day.  Thank you Tupac.I went home this weekend to visit a very few friends and see babies (oh goodness they were cute).  It was a quick trip but probably my favorite one I've taken since moving here almost four years ago.  It was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/115679372896652825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/08/california-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115679372896652825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115679372896652825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/08/california-love.html' title='California Love'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-115674244034197991</id><published>2006-08-28T01:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T01:20:40.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Screaming Mimis</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/plain format --&gt;    What kind of person lets their kids run around LAX at 10 pm screaming in what can only be described as a high pitched squeal? Bad parents, that's who.  I hope they are not on my plane. Although if they are on my flight I suppose I will be grateful they were being unruly hellions in a big terminal rather than a small plane for 6 hours with no hope of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/115674244034197991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/08/screaming-mimis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115674244034197991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115674244034197991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/08/screaming-mimis.html' title='Screaming Mimis'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-115651036293123608</id><published>2006-08-25T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T08:52:43.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So This Is The South</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/plain format --&gt;    One of the things I do before any flight is have a Bloody Mary, unless I am traveling for work and then I have 2 (just kidding). It was too early to have one at National so I decided to partake in my ritual during my brief stopover in Charlotte. It's a damn good Bloody, but man the atmosphere is making me work to enjoy it.  The bar is smoky and filled </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/115651036293123608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-this-is-south.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115651036293123608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115651036293123608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-this-is-south.html' title='So This Is The South'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-115650405104362267</id><published>2006-08-25T07:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T07:07:31.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Code Orange Travel</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/plain format --&gt;    About the only complaint I have is that they made me take my flippers off to walk through security (which was this odd chamber type thing that blows air on you). Oh and they didn't announce that we couldn't take onto the plane any beverages we had purchased after going through security until about 5 minutes to boarding. More warning would have been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/115650405104362267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/08/code-orange-travel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115650405104362267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115650405104362267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/08/code-orange-travel.html' title='Code Orange Travel'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-115644449541992478</id><published>2006-08-24T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T14:34:55.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Befuddled Bothered and Bewildered Am I</title><summary type='text'>I'm flying home tomorrow and decided it would be in my best interest to find out what I can and cannot have in my carry-on so as to avoid any unpleasantness at the gate tomorrow, because believe you me I would throw down before throwing out my lip gloss.  The link above will take you to the official TSA website but here are some highlights:Aerosol spray bottles and cans No (Makes sense.  Off to a</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.tsa.gov/travelers/airtravel/prohibited/permitted-prohibited-items.shtm#1' title='Befuddled Bothered and Bewildered Am I'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/115644449541992478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/08/befuddled-bothered-and-bewildered-am-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115644449541992478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115644449541992478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/08/befuddled-bothered-and-bewildered-am-i.html' title='Befuddled Bothered and Bewildered Am I'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-115637765102413361</id><published>2006-08-23T20:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T20:00:51.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CA Terminology of the Month</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/plain format --&gt;    In honor of my upcoming trip home I have decided to bring back the phrase "macking".  As in "I can't believe they were macking in front of everyone". Use it well, use it wisely, just make sure to use it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/115637765102413361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/08/ca-terminology-of-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115637765102413361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115637765102413361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/08/ca-terminology-of-month.html' title='CA Terminology of the Month'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-115630252887077817</id><published>2006-08-22T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T23:08:48.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Booze and Strangers - A Classic Combination</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/plain format --&gt;    Friday after our staff lunch Courtney and I headed out to find a fun happy hour. Local 16 wasn't open yet, neither was Bar Pilar so we ended up at Saint-Ex, or rather the location at which The Night Of Which We (Katie and I) Never Speak occurred. It was daylight and we stayed upstairs so I figured I would be safe. And I was. James met us out and we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/115630252887077817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/08/booze-and-strangers-classic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115630252887077817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115630252887077817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/08/booze-and-strangers-classic.html' title='Booze and Strangers - A Classic Combination'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-115630089787413998</id><published>2006-08-22T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:41:37.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sissy Move</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/plain format --&gt;    I was all for intentionally walking Bonds for the rest of his career so that he wouldn't get any more home runs and set a new record. The guy is a complete asshat who plays the game for fame and money not (to quote the title of a Kevin Costner movie) for love of the game (my 2nd favorite of his movies btw). In any other circumstance I think it is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/115630089787413998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/08/sissy-move.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115630089787413998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115630089787413998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/08/sissy-move.html' title='Sissy Move'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-115617270203159377</id><published>2006-08-21T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T11:05:02.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Asked You to go to a Green Day Concert</title><summary type='text'>You said you never heard of them.  How cool is that?"Even though my day started with basically being sexually assaulted on the bus (Mr. Man just could not keep his crotch from rubbing against my shoulder.  Then when I stood up he kept touching my ass.) this song snapped me out of my funk and has turned the day around.El Scorcho - Weezer</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/115617270203159377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-asked-you-to-go-to-green-day-concert.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115617270203159377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115617270203159377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-asked-you-to-go-to-green-day-concert.html' title='&quot;I Asked You to go to a Green Day Concert'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-115591447928998818</id><published>2006-08-18T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T11:21:19.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Half Day</title><summary type='text'>We have our staff lunch today at Lauriol Plaza so we only have to work until noon.  Woo Hoo!  iTunes is on Party Shuffle for the occasion and I found myself singing aloud to this song in my office (which I rarely do).Heard the World - O.A.R.Not exactly an uplifting party song but the chorus is catchy as all gets.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/115591447928998818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/08/song-of-half-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115591447928998818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115591447928998818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/08/song-of-half-day.html' title='Song of the Half Day'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-115591359867799832</id><published>2006-08-18T11:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T11:06:38.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Today, Blonde Tomorrow</title><summary type='text'>I've been in a rut with my hair the last few years and am totally bored with it.  The most change I make is with color (lighter brown in the spring/summer, dark brown or auburn in the fall/winter).  So I went to a new sylist yesterday.  She does the hair of a girl here in the office and it always looks amazing so I figured "Why not? What do I have to lose?".  She was fantastic, spent a long time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/115591359867799832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/08/hair-today-blonde-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115591359867799832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115591359867799832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/08/hair-today-blonde-tomorrow.html' title='Hair Today, Blonde Tomorrow'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9710857.post-115567937508922019</id><published>2006-08-15T17:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T18:02:55.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Update on Crime</title><summary type='text'>You guys might not find this as fascinating as I do, so I will just say it gets more and more interesting and possibly sinister as time goes on.  If you'd like to know the latest developments, click above.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.wusa9.com/news/news_article.aspx?storyid=51399' title='Another Update on Crime'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/feeds/115567937508922019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-update-on-crime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115567937508922019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9710857/posts/default/115567937508922019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planbdc.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-update-on-crime.html' title='Another Update on Crime'/><author><name>Plan B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06941694546798574398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
