<?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-3443189</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:50:22.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Future is Passing you By</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my life, please enjoy your stay.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443189.post-113892410791389526</id><published>2006-02-02T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T18:49:54.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Title and RegistrationI got a new hot sexy Indiana driver's license today. I had to take the written test over again which kinda sucked and I had to do the eye test again too, to which I found out my left eye has a vision of 50, so I got a "class B restriction" which basically means I can't drive a car without side mirrors, oh noes!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/113892410791389526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=113892410791389526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/113892410791389526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/113892410791389526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2006/02/title-and-registration-i-got-new-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-113709377250257418</id><published>2006-01-12T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T14:22:52.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do You Need A lozenge?Being sick is like eating cat poop, it sucks. In other news, I sold my axe to somebody in Minnesota. I am sad to see it go, it has served me well in years past. I will be getting a new one shorty, as I have discovered I like the tone of P-90 pickups over humbuckers; a bit more crunch and scream, over depth and warmth. I went to The Elms acoustic show in Indy last weekend, it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/113709377250257418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=113709377250257418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/113709377250257418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/113709377250257418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2006/01/do-you-need-lozenge-being-sick-is-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-113652002671052333</id><published>2006-01-05T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T23:02:23.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Top 10 Albums of 2005:1. The Jaws Of Life -Fine China2. Talking Voice Vs. Singing Voice -Starflyer 593. Gimme Fiction -Spoon4. Plans -Death Cab For Cutie5. X&amp;Y -Coldplay6. Deadbeat Sweetheartbeat -The Juliana Theory7. Elevator -Hot Hot Heat8. Takk... -Sigur Ros9. Golden -Elkland10. The Everglow -Mae</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/113652002671052333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=113652002671052333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/113652002671052333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/113652002671052333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2006/01/top-10-albums-of-2005-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-113522010666884416</id><published>2005-12-21T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T21:55:06.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Out In the SticksI got a tooth pulled out of my head yesterday. I was fairly nervous going in since I had no idea what the procedure entailed or what to expect. It took 30 seconds, and no pain, just a lot of "pressure," as my dentist so carefully put it. Oh well, one less tooth I'll have to worry about. I fly home tomorrow, and I am pumped, kinda because of friends and fam, but mainly because of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/113522010666884416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=113522010666884416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/113522010666884416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/113522010666884416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2005/12/out-in-sticks-i-got-tooth-pulled-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-113425627233060671</id><published>2005-12-10T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T20:19:45.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The EmergencyA few things in life I enjoy every time they happen. One of them would be when I go to fill up gas and after paying the gargantuan tab, I drive away with the feeling of a full gas tank. I don't know why, but I always think my jeep is a bit faster and runs better afterward just for the first couple seconds. Another thing I enjoy is when I take a dump on the clock at work. It's so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/113425627233060671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=113425627233060671' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/113425627233060671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/113425627233060671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2005/12/emergency-few-things-in-life-i-enjoy.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443189.post-113392139866124322</id><published>2005-12-06T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T21:09:58.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jan Jan Top Floor ManSo I stated working mornings at Biolife. Getting up at 4:45 am = not fun. However, having the rest of the day off after 2:00 pm = a little otter, a sexy little otter. I guess I'm just not used to a schedule where 10:00 pm is an hour past my bedtime. Oh well, life goes on. The Future has 3 shows booked, pretty much all thanks to J-, he's awesome. Our first one will be on Dec </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/113392139866124322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=113392139866124322' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/113392139866124322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/113392139866124322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2005/12/jan-jan-top-floor-man-so-i-stated.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443189.post-113303753826398837</id><published>2005-11-26T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T15:41:11.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tails CaliforniaEveryone needs to do themselves a freakin' favor and go see "Walk the Line," it's hot. In other news I found the blog of a male donor who comes into Biolife. The fact that I found a donor's blog was pretty cool I thought until I read the following:"So on to what's been actually going on with me. I got plasma drawn for the first time. That was exceptionally weird, and my arms's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/113303753826398837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=113303753826398837' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/113303753826398837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/113303753826398837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2005/11/tails-california-everyone-needs-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443189.post-113289504760794245</id><published>2005-11-24T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T00:04:07.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heads CarolinaHappy thxgiving! Turkey day is great; you got your food, you got your football, you got your friends and fam and you got loads and loads of Texas Hold'em. Ma and Pa Culver came down and helped make a delicious feast, it tasted yummy in my tummy. So tomorrow is black Friday, Adam has to be at Bestbuy at 3:00 am! Mind you I am writing this at 11:55 pm. He's sleeping right now but, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/113289504760794245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=113289504760794245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/113289504760794245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/113289504760794245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2005/11/heads-carolina-happy-thxgiving-turkey.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-113246339240984999</id><published>2005-11-20T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T00:09:52.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>L M N O PizzaI figured it was time for an upgrade, I liked the old look but, the newer templates have more options and are more functional than my last template. Andy, Eric, Germany Steve, and Brandon and Vicky came to my house today, it was a rather enjoyable time. It felt weird though, it felt as if we were all back in Bismarck at some random house. After they left ACulv, J-,(pronounced </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/113246339240984999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=113246339240984999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/113246339240984999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/113246339240984999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2005/11/l-m-n-o-pizza-i-figured-it-was-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-113149712701591579</id><published>2005-11-08T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T19:45:27.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Intensive Care-BearsOk so, I am maybe addicted to a little game called poker, namely Texas Hold'em. All I do is watch poker on TV, check up on the latest online poker strategies, and then go and deal hands of poker out by myself just to see what would have happened. I am even thinking about playing in a tournament here in February. Oh well, monkeys will be monkeys. The Future is almost done </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/113149712701591579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=113149712701591579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/113149712701591579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/113149712701591579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2005/11/intensive-care-bears-ok-so-i-am-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-113081766652787755</id><published>2005-10-31T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:01:06.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Halloween!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/113081766652787755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=113081766652787755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/113081766652787755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/113081766652787755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-113069217451265889</id><published>2005-10-30T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T12:09:34.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What time is it?I am confused right now 'cause I don't know if we are supposed to leave the clocks alone, or set them back an hour for daylight savings time. I think I heard that Indiana doesn't use daylight savings, but I'm not sure. Indiana is crazy!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/113069217451265889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=113069217451265889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/113069217451265889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/113069217451265889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-time-is-it-i-am-confused-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-113002592261708633</id><published>2005-10-22T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T19:05:22.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RelocationThe new songs on the limited edition of The Killers album "Hot Fuss," are completely awesome. If they were B-sides it's ridiculous that "Andy You're A Star," and "Everything Will be Alright," made the cut over the new songs. Anyway Summy D is here and we are young and having fun. We played "Hold 'em" last night and I made out 10 bucks richer. So that was pretty sexy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/113002592261708633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=113002592261708633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/113002592261708633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/113002592261708633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2005/10/relocation-new-songs-on-limited_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-112900254720184548</id><published>2005-10-10T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T23:02:48.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sheer Heart AttackIt's official! The Future is now a full fledged band, drummer and all. We extended the right hand of rock 'n' roll to our drummer friend, Bryan and he accepted; so we can all rest easy now. He's an amazing drummer, he knows what to play when to play it, he can keep a beat and can pretty much play anything you want him to play with relative ease. Also their is a new song up on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/112900254720184548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=112900254720184548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/112900254720184548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/112900254720184548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2005/10/sheer-heart-attack-its-official-future.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-112840126986850154</id><published>2005-10-03T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T23:48:59.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Action-ReactionI wish I had a personal hair stylist, I know it sounds lame, but If I could, I would style my hair differently everyday. I'm of course talking about back hair. Anyway not much happening on the home front, Mel is going back to Bismarck and Fargo this week so watch for her all you crazy cats that live in the great north land of Dakota. The Future got ourselves a drummer, he'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/112840126986850154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=112840126986850154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/112840126986850154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/112840126986850154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2005/10/action-reaction-i-wish-i-had-personal.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-112718529586455764</id><published>2005-09-19T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T22:03:33.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hot and ColdThere is a smoke shop in town that sells fine cigars and leather luggage. I'm not sure as to why the two are in the same shop and how they really coincide with each other but, whatev. I also went to two tattoo parlors (do they call them parlors anymore?) in town and they did not have a single design that I liked. Not like I have money for one right now anyway. The Future is still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/112718529586455764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=112718529586455764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/112718529586455764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/112718529586455764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2005/09/hot-and-cold-there-is-smoke-shop-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-112658005546265857</id><published>2005-09-12T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T21:54:15.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In that wonderful pinkI superglued my fingers together today in the Wal-mart parking lot...as odd as that may sound I can assure you that I didn't do it on purpose.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/112658005546265857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=112658005546265857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/112658005546265857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/112658005546265857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-that-wonderful-pink-i-superglued-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-112622514542715890</id><published>2005-09-08T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T19:20:58.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gold Plated DiapersI just finished eating a whole can of fruit cocktail, my taste buds told my brain it was delicious, and I agreed. All you little sexers who read this can now go to www.myspace.com/thefutureband and listen to the music of my band that I am currently in, you won't be let down. So The Elms and The Pernice Brothers are coming to B-town in October, guess who can't go because both </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/112622514542715890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=112622514542715890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/112622514542715890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/112622514542715890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2005/09/gold-plated-diapers-i-just-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-112553867042989097</id><published>2005-09-01T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T22:38:03.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Hello my beauties! Is it happening?"Well, I am now a certified doctor. MD to be exact. I prick the fingers of the living to determine their blood protein and iron levels. Pretty sexy I know, scrubs are hot little beavers. We recorded songs for our drummer demo. It's always interesting to hear your songs recorded for the first time, some things come off better then you thought they would and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/112553867042989097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=112553867042989097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/112553867042989097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/112553867042989097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2005/09/hello-my-beauties-is-it-happening-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-112467105943042543</id><published>2005-08-21T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T19:37:39.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All We Hear is Radio Ga GaGreetings from Indiana! It's been awhile since my last post so here's a rundown of what has happened to me in the last month:1. Got Married2. Joined the Army3. Won the Lottery4. Got mauled by a Grizzly Bear5. Participated in the Alaskan Iditarod6. Got mauled by a Great White Shark7. Started up a successful restaurant franchise8. Contracted SARSSo that's about it, I know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/112467105943042543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=112467105943042543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/112467105943042543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/112467105943042543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2005/08/all-we-hear-is-radio-ga-ga-greetings.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-112129796106546063</id><published>2005-07-13T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T18:39:21.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One VisionSo the truth is out, I am leaving the great state of North Dakota; don't worry though, I'll be back sometime. I need to go try my hand at rock 'n' roll and it's not like I was doing anything productive here anyway. I mean Rock 30 is nice and all and Funville lives up to it's namesake but, it's high time I did something with my life. Being secure and safe is something everyone needs now </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/112129796106546063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=112129796106546063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/112129796106546063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/112129796106546063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-vision-so-truth-is-out-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-111733792255971224</id><published>2005-05-28T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T22:38:42.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't need no medicationI had another dream about Brad Pitt the other night. This time we were in a movie together. It was a pretty good movie if I recall correctly, it was an action/thriller in the vein of "The Bourne Identity." He was like the hero and I was like his sidekick kinda guy. It was pretty sweet, although I'm not exactly sure how it ended.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/111733792255971224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=111733792255971224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/111733792255971224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/111733792255971224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-dont-need-no-medication-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-111483063078293562</id><published>2005-04-29T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T22:16:17.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At Least we Made it AliveOk so, I like Brad Pitt, probably on the same level of any girl out there. I think he is a dang fine actor and a very very attractive man to say the least. I would really like to meet the guy once in my life, well last night my dream came true (no pun intended). Anyway, last night I dreamt that Brad Pitt came to attend a service at my church FUMC. He was super friendly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/111483063078293562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=111483063078293562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/111483063078293562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/111483063078293562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2005/04/at-least-we-made-it-alive-ok-so-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-111310201393940121</id><published>2005-04-27T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T23:53:06.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Selling off FriendsPete drink root bear...whoops I meant rootbeer out of a saucer tonight, it was entertaining. I got my lOOPer pedal today, it's neat. That's about all that's new.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/111310201393940121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=111310201393940121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/111310201393940121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/111310201393940121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2005/04/selling-off-friends-pete-drink-root.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-110974380952885209</id><published>2005-03-02T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T01:10:09.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>White LiesOk, so it's been awhile! Harry Caray was slow to speak as well and no one questioned his genius. Let's see, what's new? Well for starters, March came in like a lamb, we got internet at the apt. so that's nice. Pete mentioned something about it costing money though, so apparently you have to pay for it; I just thought that we could keep popping in all those free AOL cd's we have and just</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/110974380952885209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=110974380952885209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/110974380952885209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/110974380952885209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2005/03/white-lies-ok-so-its-been-awhile-harry.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-110403173189105992</id><published>2004-12-25T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T22:28:51.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Merry X-Mas!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/110403173189105992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=110403173189105992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/110403173189105992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/110403173189105992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-x-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-110144294162140014</id><published>2004-11-25T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T23:31:50.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is taking foreverGetting burnt out is too easy. People get sick of routine, they get sick of school, work, money, even sometimes God, I have before anyway. I will forever hate working some other job that isn't making music, I am not content working retail, food service, or learning some trade. People need to go out and do something that makes them feel alive, or something they are gonna </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/110144294162140014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=110144294162140014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/110144294162140014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/110144294162140014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-is-taking-forever-getting-burnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-110015418773001427</id><published>2004-11-11T01:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T01:23:07.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You never used to be an idiotHey kids, it's my birthday today, I'm 19. Peter Smith and I are now living together, well fairly soon to be anyway, it should be fun. Adam and Mel Culver live right across the hall from us, so I think we are going to start production on a hilarious new sitcom pretty soon here. Halo 2 is out and now all my free time goes towards that, but not for long because soon I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/110015418773001427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=110015418773001427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/110015418773001427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/110015418773001427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/11/you-never-used-to-be-idiot-hey-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-109778247884014534</id><published>2004-10-14T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T01:34:57.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rock &amp; Rolls got no future.I think the American society has a whole has gotten weaker as a people. Think about it, everything is a potential lawsuit nowadays, there are warning labels on the simplest of things, everything is plastic, kids take their parents to court when they get a spanking, so parents can't discipline their kids anymore and because of things like this most parents just let </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/109778247884014534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=109778247884014534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/109778247884014534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/109778247884014534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/10/rock-rolls-got-no-future.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-109520336991678111</id><published>2004-09-14T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T18:09:29.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some sort of rescue toaster.I wish I knew exactly what I am supposed to do in my life. It's a weird part of life really, not knowing exactly what you want or what you need, you never think about it when you're in school because you don't need to. All you know is that you have to go to school again next year so why worry. Which is why I think a lot of people go off to college right after high </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/109520336991678111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=109520336991678111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/109520336991678111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/109520336991678111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/09/some-sort-of-rescue-toaster.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443189.post-109246074357260043</id><published>2004-08-14T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T00:19:03.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like Mt. Dew, but my teeth sure don't.Ok, I leave tomorrow for the lake, and I have nothing to blog about but I thought I'd quick throw something down to tide you hunnies over. I wanna try that new "Baja Blast" Mt. Dew they have at the Taco Bell drive-threw window, I was even there today but I forgot they had it. I'll post my Brandtson CD review next blog so stay tuned. I really wish "The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/109246074357260043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=109246074357260043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/109246074357260043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/109246074357260043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-like-mt.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-109010591810430514</id><published>2004-07-17T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T18:12:47.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Riff Rockin Salamander I hate it when shampoo gets in your eyes. I also don't get why they make"gentle" shampoo for babies so it doesn't hurt their eyes but they don't make it for adults cause apparently it's ok to get a burning sensation in your eyes once you are in the first grade. Anyway here's a CD review.   The Stills- Logic Will Break Your Heart I have been buying CD's lately after only</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/109010591810430514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=109010591810430514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/109010591810430514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/109010591810430514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/07/riff-rockin-salamander-i-hate-it-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-108864941923743873</id><published>2004-06-30T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T23:18:54.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New and ImprovedWhoooo! My blog now has comments and archives well it should if Blogger decides to put them up. For comments you have to click on the time thing at the bottom of the posts. Also something new I want to start doing is cd reviews since a colleague of mine decided not to do them anymore, I shall have to take over. So if my review sucks or you disagree with it just post a comment. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/108864941923743873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=108864941923743873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/108864941923743873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/108864941923743873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/06/new-and-improved-whoooo-my-blog-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-108846347667692296</id><published>2004-06-28T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T18:02:44.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>C2: It isn't that badI think the fast food chain "Big Boy," should maybe change its name to boost sales in light of the new low-carb Atkins diet craze. Maybe something along the lines of "Large Boned Adolescent" or "Big Boy: He was just born that way," or even maybe "Big Boy: He's fat only because he had to gain some weight so he could star in an upcoming Fat Albert role but he will burn it off </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/108846347667692296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=108846347667692296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/108846347667692296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/108846347667692296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/06/c2-it-isnt-that-bad-i-think-fast-food.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-108724944401321153</id><published>2004-06-14T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T16:45:47.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Canada Post Sucks!My Jeep eats my money faster than a Japanese tourist goes through film. Hoobastank has to be one of the worst band names ever. I hate rap music; there is no talent involved, in fact I shouldn't have even labeled it as "music." I like garlic bread. It's Flag Day today. This is a weird post. I'm leaving.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/108724944401321153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=108724944401321153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/108724944401321153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/108724944401321153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/06/canada-post-sucks-my-jeep-eats-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-108664684699607561</id><published>2004-06-07T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T17:21:52.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One more year!A good friend of mine recently had a birthday today. I'd also like to stress the fact that he is now only one year away from the legal drinking age.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/108664684699607561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=108664684699607561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/108664684699607561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/108664684699607561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/06/one-more-year-good-friend-of-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-108554657304042653</id><published>2004-05-25T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T23:42:53.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"School is out forever!"Well, today was actually pretty bittersweet, but you have to kind of expect that after going to the same school with some of the people for 13 years of your life. I will miss some aspects of school life, I mean it's practically all I've ever known for my whole life. Anyway, Stainless plays in Milbank, SD tomorrow so that should be fun. Oh and in case any of you were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/108554657304042653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=108554657304042653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/108554657304042653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/108554657304042653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/05/school-is-out-forever-well-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-108544628653009810</id><published>2004-05-24T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T22:17:15.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1 day of school left!Aww that's sad. I have 5 classes left of public schooling in my life. Let me tell you one thing though, the second 1:40 hits that digital clock at BHS tomorrow, I am gonna crap my pants with joy, and then go outside and do a little dance. I wish you could all be there to see it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/108544628653009810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=108544628653009810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/108544628653009810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/108544628653009810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/05/1-day-of-school-left-aww-thats-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-108520179816329952</id><published>2004-05-21T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T23:56:38.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 days of school left!Ok sorry this has got to be the poorest excuse for a countdown since Apollo 13. I missed 2 times now, but that's only because my computer was sucking. Anyway I went and played softball today, it was lots o' fun; we got our butts kicked but that's not important it's how we played the game. My open house is tomorrow at my house (imagine that) everyone who reads this is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/108520179816329952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=108520179816329952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/108520179816329952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/108520179816329952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/05/2-days-of-school-left-ok-sorry-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-108500783053403557</id><published>2004-05-19T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T18:03:50.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4 days of school left!Sorry for not counting down yesterday; my computer is retarded, and it is on the brink of crashing right now, so if you are reading this then it didn't crash. On a happier note, I got The Elms' CD "Truth, Soul, Rock &amp; Roll," today because it's good.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/108500783053403557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=108500783053403557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/108500783053403557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/108500783053403557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/05/4-days-of-school-left-sorry-for-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-108483674102155787</id><published>2004-05-17T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T18:33:43.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6 days of school left!Well, I figured it was high time to start the infamous countdown started by the great Destroyer. I though about it and I'm actually going to be sad to leave some aspects of high school life, like hot lunch lines, giggley sophomore girls, and school dances that play nothing but irritating rap songs.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/108483674102155787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=108483674102155787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/108483674102155787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/108483674102155787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/05/6-days-of-school-left-well-i-figured.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-108423226219401427</id><published>2004-05-10T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T18:37:42.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger is weird and so is the word "weird" because it looks like it's spelled wrong but it isn't.My favorite part from the movie "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: Secret of the Ooze," is as follows:Donatello: "It's quiet."Michelangelo: "A little too quiet."Donatello: (Upon discovering Raphael) "It's Raph."Michelangelo: "A little too Raph."I think that's funny. On a musical note, (get it) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/108423226219401427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=108423226219401427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/108423226219401427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/108423226219401427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/05/blogger-is-weird-and-so-is-word-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-108362715006972068</id><published>2004-05-03T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T18:35:57.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LetterTo whom it may concern,      I've no intention of starting BW III; I just want to take over Sudetenland and nothing more. (You have to know your history to get that) Therefore I am inclined to attach the following disclaimer to my message:       It has come to my attention recently that some were awe-struck with my blog, "Want a cigarette?" on 5/2/04 approx. 12:44:32 PM CST. I was not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/108362715006972068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=108362715006972068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/108362715006972068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/108362715006972068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/05/letter-to-whom-it-may-concern-ive-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-108351987208137753</id><published>2004-05-02T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T12:47:41.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Want a cigarette?"Life was better before everyone starting liking girls. Why, You ask? Because I had friends.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/108351987208137753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=108351987208137753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/108351987208137753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/108351987208137753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/05/want-cigarette-life-was-better-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-108258869032703734</id><published>2004-04-21T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T18:11:01.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>World Wide WebTradition is a dangerous thing. When you start doing something every year, on a certain date and always with the same peeps it's awesome, but eventually that tradition along with everything else in this world doesn't last and it's kinda sad when you can't take part in something "magical," like that anymore. I don't know, maybe it's growing up that scares me most. I think a lot of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/108258869032703734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=108258869032703734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/108258869032703734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/108258869032703734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/04/world-wide-web-tradition-is-dangerous.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-108162212722135800</id><published>2004-04-10T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T13:38:14.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Worst band name ever!"The Greatest Crime of Man is That he was Born," is the worst band name ever in the history of music, don't even argue with me, it is.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/108162212722135800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=108162212722135800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/108162212722135800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/108162212722135800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/04/worst-band-name-ever-greatest-crime-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-108041643441008824</id><published>2004-03-27T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T14:43:07.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Arms for the BoyI think the Who is probably my all time favorite band. (Sorry Brett Detar from the Juliana Theory, but they're just better) It's crazy they came like a thief in the night and took over my musical world. So I'm taking them to the Supreme Court for vandalism. Everyone else is going to the Supreme Court these days for stupid stuff I might as well go too. I really enjoy Socom II for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/108041643441008824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=108041643441008824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/108041643441008824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/108041643441008824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/03/arms-for-boy-i-think-who-is-probably.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-107888032843653689</id><published>2004-03-09T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T20:01:03.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Big IdeaThe combination of sweet and sour sauces is a strange phenomenon indeed. Is it sweet? Is it sour? Your taste buds start a civil war because of this occurrence. I wonder just what was going through the minds of those Asian men who invented the sauce. It probably went something like this: "(Japanese text question) (Japanese text answer) (Japanese text agreement)." So as you can see, it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/107888032843653689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=107888032843653689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107888032843653689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107888032843653689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/03/big-idea-combination-of-sweet-and-sour.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-107759476814981937</id><published>2004-02-23T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T22:54:48.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goodbye Sky HarborIf the moon were made out of spare ribs, I would eat it...heck I'd have seconds. Starflyer 59's new album “I am the Portuguese Blues,” comes out tomorrow. I will get it Thursday from cheap-cds.com. That's ok though, I waited this long for it I can wait two more days plus it was only $11.50 and Jimmy can hold me over till then. In other news I finished my term paper on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/107759476814981937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=107759476814981937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107759476814981937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107759476814981937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/02/goodbye-sky-harbor-if-moon-were-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-107671791146757577</id><published>2004-02-13T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T19:20:21.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sugar RushI love cotton candy, marshmallow peeps, and sugar cubes. What could be better than eating pure sugar? Well, many things are, but as far as mastication is concerned there is nothing better.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/107671791146757577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=107671791146757577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107671791146757577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107671791146757577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/02/sugar-rush-i-love-cotton-candy.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-107637208678588792</id><published>2004-02-09T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T19:16:33.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cactus chef playing "We Didn't Start the Fire," on a fluteHere are my top five most influential bands that you can hear traces of in my music. In no particular order:1. The Juliana Theory2. U2 (Basically The Edge)3. Mae4. Stavesacre (Not exactly, think of a happier, brighter sounding Stavesacre then it's right)5. The Juliana Theory</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/107637208678588792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=107637208678588792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107637208678588792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107637208678588792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/02/cactus-chef-playing-we-didnt-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-107594224636384362</id><published>2004-02-04T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T19:52:27.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Built on Rock-n-RollI hate automobiles; well actually I hate a lot of man made items. Why? Because they never work! They always breakdown, stupid imperfection! I really don't like my jeep right now, it hates electrical impulses or so I think so. Stupid electricity. Stupid Ben Franklin. Stupid Henry Ford. Darn you all to heck!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/107594224636384362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=107594224636384362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107594224636384362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107594224636384362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/02/built-on-rock-n-roll-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-107558337426694268</id><published>2004-01-31T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T16:11:11.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like girls"Hi I'm blogger I suck, but that is not possible because suction doesn't exist, so I'll just post Tanner's last post three times 'cause I'm stupid like an ape."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/107558337426694268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=107558337426694268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107558337426694268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107558337426694268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-like-girls-hi-im-blogger-i-suck-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-107525085001902623</id><published>2004-01-27T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T19:17:28.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate girlsGirls suck. Well, actually they create a difference in pressure in the world of men because there is no such thing as "suction."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/107525085001902623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=107525085001902623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107525085001902623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107525085001902623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-hate-girls-girls-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-107525075336878987</id><published>2004-01-27T19:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T19:47:26.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate girlsGirls suck. Well, actually they create a difference in pressure in the world of men because there is no such thing as "suction."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/107525075336878987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=107525075336878987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107525075336878987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107525075336878987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-hate-girls-girls-suck_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-107525073161140110</id><published>2004-01-27T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T19:47:04.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate girlsGirls suck. Well, actually they create a difference in pressure in the world of men because there is no such thing as "suction."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/107525073161140110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=107525073161140110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107525073161140110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107525073161140110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-hate-girls-girls-suck_107525073161140110.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-107448950249503011</id><published>2004-01-19T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T00:19:47.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Top TenHere are my top ten favorite bands of all time, in no particular order:1. Starflyer 592. The Juliana Theory3. U24. Jimmy Eat World5. Switchfoot6. Queen7. The Beatles8. Joy Electric9. Dashboard Confessional10. Mae</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/107448950249503011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=107448950249503011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107448950249503011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107448950249503011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/01/top-ten-here-are-my-top-ten-favorite.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-107404351735864852</id><published>2004-01-13T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T19:10:37.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The WhoI hate people who think they're funny, but they aren't. It's just like “you can shut up now,” and it is based mainly on a lack of maturity. Oh, I almost forgot, I also hate people who shut out every one else in their life because of some girl they wont marry for at least the next five years. A word of advice to the not so wise about girls, if she actually loves you, you don't have to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/107404351735864852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=107404351735864852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107404351735864852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107404351735864852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/01/who-i-hate-people-who-think-theyre.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-107325789716439086</id><published>2004-01-04T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T18:12:47.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Power ToolsI had a flat tire today. I had to change it out with my dad. It took an hour to get the stupid thing off because it was so cold outside we had to go in the truck like every 10 minutes to warm up. Then I drove it up to Sears and got 2 tires and we put them on my jeep. It was ok I guess, my dad and I were proud of our accomplishment, but my feet were freezing the entire time. We got to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/107325789716439086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=107325789716439086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107325789716439086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107325789716439086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/01/power-tools-i-had-flat-tire-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-107302646685360148</id><published>2004-01-02T01:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T01:58:34.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ScrabbleWhy is it that some words fit with other words but not the other way around? Example. I can say "Honey Mustard," but I can't say "Mustard Honey," or people will think odd of me. I think that's dumb. Well 2004 is a "leap" year, whatever that means. I think it might have something do to with an extra day or an even number or something. I would have never have called it a "leap" year, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/107302646685360148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=107302646685360148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107302646685360148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107302646685360148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2004/01/scrabble-why-is-it-that-some-words-fit.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-107215195847685769</id><published>2003-12-22T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T20:29:28.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog Music Awards 2003Bands That Were Nominated for Their Respective Awards: Pete Yorn, Howie Day, Rufio, afi, Stainless, Starflyer 59, The All-American Rejects, Brave Saint Saturn, Bleach, The Juliana Theory, Switchfoot, Relient K, Dashboard Confessional, Mae, Joy Electric, Jimmy Eat World, Phantom Planet, The White Stripes, Coldplay, Rooney, Blindside, Taking Back Sunday, Fine China, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/107215195847685769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=107215195847685769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107215195847685769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107215195847685769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/12/blog-music-awards-2003-bands-that-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-107196754783694796</id><published>2003-12-20T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T19:46:43.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Huh?My cousin just told me that he thinks, "Fender is the Cadillac of guitars." I laughed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/107196754783694796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=107196754783694796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107196754783694796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107196754783694796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/12/huh-my-cousin-just-told-me-that-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-107188038410269045</id><published>2003-12-19T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T19:33:58.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Batallion of SteelPlaying a fender acoustic guitar while trying to play "Stairway to Heaven," with no pick is harder than you think. 40 buttons is a large amount of buttons to use. I'm gonna go to the mall tomorrow because it's gonna be the busiest day of the year. Maybe I'll drive a remote control car. I'd love to stay and chitchat, but I have to go learn how to pilot a mech. Happy Hanukkah!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/107188038410269045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=107188038410269045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107188038410269045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107188038410269045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/12/batallion-of-steel-playing-fender.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-107153627526064053</id><published>2003-12-15T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T20:00:34.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mad WizdumDo not rejoice when you enemy is defeated, and do not be glad when he stumbles.                                          -Proverbs 24:17</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/107153627526064053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=107153627526064053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107153627526064053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107153627526064053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/12/mad-wizdum-do-not-rejoice-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-107101970286645656</id><published>2003-12-09T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T20:30:17.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Disco For A Ride"Hi I'm the Smith Family. We don't know what Tanner is taking about because his intellect is far superior than our own incompetent minds. 'We don't get it." Well tough Smiths! Why don't you go throw on a dress and play jump rope Pete, and for Charles why don't you bake a few more cupcakes, Susie Homemaker!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/107101970286645656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=107101970286645656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107101970286645656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107101970286645656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/12/disco-for-ride-hi-im-smith-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-107092826025625276</id><published>2003-12-08T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T19:05:04.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A paradox of sortsI think it's rad that I got to sign someone’s Midnight Sun Express shirt. Pretty soon I'll be swamped with having to sign our soon to be triple platinum ep that comes out tomorrow. Oh well, I’ll manage. I think it's funny when people criticize what they think is their friends work but in reality it is your work. I never usually say anything unless it gets out of hand. (I hope </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/107092826025625276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=107092826025625276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107092826025625276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/107092826025625276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/12/paradox-of-sorts-i-think-its-rad-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-106980937028704173</id><published>2003-11-25T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T20:16:41.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A dirty pillowcaseThe Following is an excerpt from a research study done by the “University of Tanner.”"The current number of 'Army Men,' games released the has reached the 18 title mark. With more ‘Army Men,’ games sure to come out in the future one can only hope to survive the horror. Scientists estimate by the year 2006 the number of army men games is sure to double. With the new consoles </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/106980937028704173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=106980937028704173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/106980937028704173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/106980937028704173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/11/dirty-pillowcase-following-is-excerpt.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-106929105261661732</id><published>2003-11-19T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T20:17:57.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Throw them gloves down already!A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...there wereBlog Wars! You know what I think? I think we should all just have a big battle royal and get all this crap over with. 'Cause as much as I love 'em, I could really do without the Blog Wars. Seriously lets all just have one big fist or knife (which ever you prefer) fight. Another thing, Carson quit thinking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/106929105261661732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=106929105261661732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/106929105261661732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/106929105261661732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/11/throw-them-gloves-down-already-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-106859816015190662</id><published>2003-11-11T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T19:49:17.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trumpet SoundsWell, I have walked on this Earth for 18 years. That's crazy to think about and you know what I've realized for living 2 years short of a score...I know absolutely nothing. Well, maybe nothing is pushing it, but I mean when I think about what I know about certain things and just life in general I realize that I have a long way to go to understand them. Crazy. Anyway birthday’s </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/106859816015190662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=106859816015190662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/106859816015190662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/106859816015190662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/11/trumpet-sounds-well-i-have-walked-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-106809230491496895</id><published>2003-11-05T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T23:18:23.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spooky CatsMy head hurts. I had to do a play in my World History class today, mind you this play, if I had to put it into a mathematical equation, would look something like this; "World History play = Lame." So my group and I go up and it is this stupid play about how seniors like me pick on sophomores. So me and the other senior end up getting taped together at the end by the vengeful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/106809230491496895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=106809230491496895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/106809230491496895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/106809230491496895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/11/spooky-cats-my-head-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-106720987825596110</id><published>2003-10-26T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T18:13:33.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No time to wait for roast beastMy first word was "hot," I think that's odd. I must have looked in the mirror and saw myself. I think that's kinda cool, I mean most kid’s first word is "mommy," or "daddy." Crazy. I helped put a belt on the engine of our tractor with my dad, but it didn't fit so no the tractor has no belt. Sorry dad, better luck next year. "LiveWire" = "Crush." You think when they</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/106720987825596110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=106720987825596110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/106720987825596110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/106720987825596110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/10/no-time-to-wait-for-roast-beast-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-106617126955475818</id><published>2003-10-14T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T17:41:09.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goblet of RockI highly recommend to anyone who likes comedy, Jack Black, and some good ol’ Rock, to go see "School of Rock," it is very funny and gives you a good lesson on how to bring back the Rock. Funny. Also, if anyone is planning on me to send out their "Caps for Caps," trash I suggest you forget it and try the post office they do the same thing. What kind of a football team name is the "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/106617126955475818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=106617126955475818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/106617126955475818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/106617126955475818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/10/goblet-of-rock-i-highly-recommend-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-106505452266658575</id><published>2003-10-01T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T19:28:42.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't ask me why I said it, 'cause I already forgotQuitting Mt. Dew cold turkey is tough work. Especially when you're addicted to the stuff. I like comp days. For those of you who read this that aren't in "Stainless," or "Midnight Sun Express," will be happy to know that we recorded a 5 song EP this last weekend. We should have it out before our next show on the 25th but if not, so are the days </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/106505452266658575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=106505452266658575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/106505452266658575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/106505452266658575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/10/dont-ask-me-why-i-said-it-cause-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-106392420346408319</id><published>2003-09-18T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T17:30:03.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bottle of BeastI hate Spaghetti without tomato sauce. Like the kind they give you at school. They apparently think under or overcooked noodles and some meat is Italian for Spaghetti. Gross. If I were president, I would make boxes of "Dots," have only the yellow ones in them, the other ones just fill up space that could be used better for more yellow ones that they could have put in. I hit a girl</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/106392420346408319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=106392420346408319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/106392420346408319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/106392420346408319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/09/bottle-of-beast-i-hate-spaghetti.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-106307218100522581</id><published>2003-09-08T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T20:49:40.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More than you can shake a stick at.Hey gang, well I decided to follow the trend of updation of the blogs. Summer got 2 new "The Sims," games and she’s on the computer now more than ever and it sucks. I don't see why that game is so popular, sure it was neato freato right when it came out but it's been the same ever since and that was 2 years ago, and it is the best selling game of all time. That</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/106307218100522581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=106307218100522581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/106307218100522581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/106307218100522581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/09/more-than-you-can-shake-stick-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-106263008805189018</id><published>2003-09-03T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T18:02:41.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm just a friendly reminderI'd like to share with you all a few words of advice."Never juggle chainsaws."                        </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/106263008805189018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=106263008805189018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/106263008805189018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/106263008805189018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/09/im-just-friendly-reminder-id-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-106239595180221364</id><published>2003-09-01T00:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T01:03:03.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pacific SunWell, Cowpokes school started, summer ended way too fast. All I did was work, that was kinda lame, and it still went faster than any other summer break I had. Oh well no use crying about it now. Watertown is a pretty impressive town for being smaller than Mandan oh excuse me Trashdan (oh better add that to “Spell check,” it didn’t say that it was a “word”) more like. I really don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/106239595180221364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=106239595180221364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/106239595180221364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/106239595180221364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/09/pacific-sun-well-cowpokes-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-106169616636456279</id><published>2003-08-23T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T22:36:06.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's never been easier to get connectedPutting your thoughts down on paper is tough stuff, especially when you have no thoughts that are worth putting down, but here it goes. The annual youth "Kick-off" was this weekend. It was at the church, (it's kinda funny how I always misspell the word "church" I type it a lot and can never seem to remember that the "r" is after the "u" and not before it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/106169616636456279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=106169616636456279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/106169616636456279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/106169616636456279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/08/its-never-been-easier-to-get-connected.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-10610704915970340</id><published>2003-08-16T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T16:48:11.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can peel the skin on my face like a banana peelWell, It feels good to be back, for those of you who couldn't less about my life probably didn't know I was gone this past week at a lake in Minnesota, it was fun, I got sunburned but It was all in good taste. Anyway my last day at Target was depressing, which is really kinda weird to think about because I was not a fan of working at that store </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/10610704915970340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=10610704915970340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/10610704915970340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/10610704915970340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-can-peel-skin-on-my-face-like-banana.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-106037799927470689</id><published>2003-08-08T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T16:28:12.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Buh ByeWhen I walk out of Target tonight in Bismarck, North Dakota I will lift up my arms, my hands will be in the shapes of fists and I will yeah something along the lines of "Whoooo," or "Yeah," or something incoherent, and that incoherent phrase might just be "Whoooo," or "Yeah." In case some of you didn't know the last 5 hours of my employment at Target starts tonight at 5:00 CST. So come on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/106037799927470689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=106037799927470689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/106037799927470689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/106037799927470689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/08/buh-bye-when-i-walk-out-of-target.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-105936750245835060</id><published>2003-07-27T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T23:45:02.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stong = StrongI just realized why I would have thought the Beetles made "Pet Sounds," it's because I watched on VH1 a few days earlier when they were talking about the Beach Boys and Beetles rivalry, and when the Beach Boys released "Pet Sounds," people got weird out and all that good stuff so to make a long story short, that’s what happened. Sorry for the inconvenience this may have caused all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/105936750245835060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=105936750245835060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/105936750245835060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/105936750245835060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/07/stong-strong-i-just-realized-why-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-105907754737390013</id><published>2003-07-24T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T15:12:27.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"1 and 1 and 1 is 3"I don't like having two jobs, come to think of it, I don't like having one job, but someone has to bring home the bacon though; which is a weird statement because I personally don't want to just eat bacon, I mean it's not even good for you. I would be nice if the saying was "bring home the steaks," or "bring home the shrimp and lobster." "Elanor Rigby," "Come Together," "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/105907754737390013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=105907754737390013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/105907754737390013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/105907754737390013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/07/1-and-1-and-1-is-3-i-dont-like-having.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-105798392057746126</id><published>2003-07-11T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T23:36:10.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The GovenatorWell, it's been awhile, but since no one else updates their blog anymore,  I forgot to do so as well. Look at me I'm Air John I smoke crack before I go to bed and then blog about the drug-induced dream I had. Look at me I'm Adam I'm way to good to blog anything now that I'm married. Look at me I’m Pete all I talk about is shadowy men and psychology. Look at me I'm Destroyer I like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/105798392057746126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=105798392057746126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/105798392057746126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/105798392057746126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/07/govenator-well-its-been-awhile-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-95492160</id><published>2003-06-09T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T23:49:07.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And laugh at yourselfI think they should make a channel for men called “Kill time,” and it would show nothing but action movies 24/7. I mean if women have their own channel about flowers and different renditions of the show "You Can't Have My Baby," it's only fair for men to have a channel about guns, explosions, and killing. "Kill time television for men."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/95492160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=95492160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/95492160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/95492160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/06/and-laugh-at-yourself-i-think-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-95252830</id><published>2003-06-03T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T15:42:30.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Davy Crockett, Peter Pan, Elvis Presley, DisneylandI didn't have to work today, but now I do and that sucks. I really don't have anything to talk about I just thought I'd update my blog. Whenever Charles comes on "Messenger," he immediately starts talking to me. I don't always like that. He just did that exact thing right now. I have an interview to go to at "Software Etc." tomorrow at 2:00 pm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/95252830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=95252830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/95252830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/95252830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/06/davy-crockett-peter-pan-elvis-presley.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-94803270</id><published>2003-05-23T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T16:28:15.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cinnamon Toast CrunchIf there is one thing I hate in this world it's being sick. I mean what a bunch of trash, you just sit there and have snot running down to your lips and you cough all the time and your throat hurts and you sound funny. I mean it's like one of the lowest forms of being miserable. I wish scientists would quit trying to perfect seedless watermelons and get on that cure for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/94803270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=94803270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/94803270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/94803270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/05/cinnamon-toast-crunch-if-there-is-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-94647730</id><published>2003-05-20T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T14:42:46.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>School's out for the summer!I hate being in school on the last day of school; I'm bored out of my mind. I don't what it is about the last day of school but I always seem to just say nothing and have nobody to talk to, probably because two of my friends that I have most of my classes with weren't there today. Oh well I guess I will just have to think about how good the summer will be, poor me… I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/94647730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=94647730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/94647730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/94647730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/05/schools-out-for-summer-i-hate-being-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-94609811</id><published>2003-05-19T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T20:53:21.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1 day of school left!I have absolutely nothing of value to say.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/94609811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=94609811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/94609811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/94609811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/05/1-day-of-school-left-i-have-absolutely.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-94467933</id><published>2003-05-16T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T15:21:54.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 days of school left!I forgot how incredibly tasty the food from Big boy is. I had some of it for lunch and I've been burping up parts of it since then. Mmmm mmm...little bit of fry taste comes up then some cheeseburger (flying style of course) then the big one...I burp up some of the awesome cherry coke they have there. There is so much cherry favor added to it looks red. Another topic aside </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/94467933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=94467933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/94467933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/94467933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/05/2-days-of-school-left-i-forgot-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-94409647</id><published>2003-05-15T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T15:37:18.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3 days of school left!I have a chocolate chip cookie everyday during lunch at my school. After I get done eating one I always think to myself “that cookie was so good I should go get another one.” I contemplate this in my mind fighting the struggles of laziness over goodness and laziness seems to always win because after a while I forget about it and then I go buy "Dots," at the school store. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/94409647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=94409647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/94409647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/94409647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/05/3-days-of-school-left-i-have-chocolate.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-94348639</id><published>2003-05-14T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T15:47:49.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4 days of school left!Since Destroyer obviously forgot how to use the Internet and can't update his blog to tell the remaining days of school left, I though I would give it a try, besides it gives me something to put up here everyday, for a while anyway.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/94348639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=94348639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/94348639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/94348639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/05/4-days-of-school-left-since-destroyer.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-93766497</id><published>2003-05-04T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T18:16:44.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The real most amazing thing in the worldI'm pretty sure that Kirt Douglas' movie "Steel Dawn" is the most amazing thing in the world thank you very much.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/93766497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=93766497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/93766497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/93766497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/05/real-most-amazing-thing-in-world-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-93623726</id><published>2003-05-01T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T19:05:02.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HTMLI know Kung Fu...Man, When May 1st gets here and you wake up and realize that you have 14 days left of school you feel happy. Well that's how I felt this mourning anyway. Just saying the date is May 1st is like eating cherry cheesecake. Well anyway on the other hand I'm waiting for the stupid Day of Defeat site to open so I can download the new version and go kill mass amounts of British, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/93623726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=93623726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/93623726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/93623726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/05/html-i-know-kung-fu.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-92797152</id><published>2003-04-17T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T15:14:42.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bad Friday.I'm pretty sure Pete that you blog screwing up thing is like the coolest thing since Hawaiian Punch. I mean I wish my blog would freak out and show some random figure skaters or an Alfred Hitchcock movie death scene... yeah that'd be great.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/92797152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=92797152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/92797152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/92797152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/04/bad-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-91450018</id><published>2003-03-26T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T21:17:32.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enough ruckusLook at that word, ruckus. Do you see it? Doesn't look dumb? Whoever makes up words should at least make them look cooler than ruckus. Who is the word make-er-upper anyway? Who hires him to do all the work, Webster? Anyway, I really like the last song on The Juliana Theory's new cd entitled "Love." The last song "Everything," is very good. It has a good message, "Love is everything.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/91450018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=91450018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/91450018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/91450018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/03/enough-ruckus-look-at-that-word-ruckus.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-91245484</id><published>2003-03-23T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T18:38:10.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Wood ShackI think I'm dead or will be soon. Maybe I'm writing this from heaven, that's just something you yourself will have to figure out. Anyway, My throat hurts a lot, especially when I shallow or breathe deep it might be "mono" or the "mumps" all I know is that it sucks. I should get it checked out... if I feel worse tomorrow I will. I have actually gotten better since this mourning but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/91245484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=91245484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/91245484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/91245484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/03/wood-shack-i-think-im-dead-or-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-91139444</id><published>2003-03-21T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T18:39:58.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just don't understand the ladiesI wish Charles would quit talking to me on messenger, but since I really haven't told him to stop he'll probably just keep yelling his head off. You know what sucks? No you probably don't until I tell you, a lot of things do. I just realized that blogs are a good place to complain. It seems like that’s what everyone uses them for but then again aren't most of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/91139444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=91139444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/91139444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/91139444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/03/i-just-dont-understand-ladies-i-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-88561164</id><published>2003-02-04T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T20:01:16.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bunch of CrapI don't want to seem like I'm rubbing this in your face, but I've got a pile of new games sitting next to my TV going unplayed, and it's started to get to me. The guilt is creeping in. I should be playing Resident Evil 0 but instead I gotta get 10 more level’s in Phantasy Star Online. I should be killing Space Pirates in Metroid Prime, (which Metroid Prime 2 is on it's way as well I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/88561164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=88561164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/88561164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/88561164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/02/bunch-of-crap-i-dont-want-to-seem-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-88175363</id><published>2003-01-28T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-28T16:12:11.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monkey See Monkey Do!Have you noticed how serious everyone's been lately? It seems like I can't do funny things like cut people off in traffic or pee in public fountains without someone getting ticked of or calling the police. Do you want something to be mad about people? How about that Pepsi Blue? That crap is horrible! Don't those geniuses who do marketing over there remember Crystal Pepsi? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/88175363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=88175363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/88175363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/88175363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2003/01/monkey-see-monkey-do-have-you-noticed.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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-3443189.post-86141483</id><published>2002-12-16T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T20:49:24.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This and ThatZours suck! They could very well be one of the worst candies ever conceived by man and his endless ambition to make sweet and sour candy.On a happier note, Christmas is just around the corner. I ran into him at school because he's so close to the corner. I wasn't looking ahead of me, because I find that looking at people when they talk makes them more comfortable. Have any of you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/feeds/86141483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3443189&amp;postID=86141483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/86141483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3443189/posts/default/86141483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddogtanner.blogspot.com/2002/12/this-and-that-zours-suck-they-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddog (Old Tan)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06706161254649929588</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>
