<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855929</id><updated>2009-09-29T05:02:23.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>allons-y, alonso!</title><subtitle type='html'>here to prevent the kabloom-ing of, like, the multiverse</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demondoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demondoyle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Ahe Awesomepants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489507133406405234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855929.post-8101348035820213316</id><published>2004-05-17T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:58:11.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tacoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitching'/><title type='text'>STUBEFY! STUBEFY!  STUBEFY!</title><summary type='text'>Friday night was a wonderful bit of nostalgia--Emilia came up from San...uh...Diego...ta Barbara--and we had a freshman year reunion in Tacoma.  Hit up Gateway to India (I highly recommend the lamb) and Magoo's...which was a bit of a shock, really.  I haven't been in a Tacoma bar since the no smoking legislation passed in Pierce County, and I tell you what, it did nothing for the smell.  That bar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/8101348035820213316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/8101348035820213316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demondoyle.blogspot.com/2004/05/stubefy-stubefy-stubefy.html' title='STUBEFY! STUBEFY!  STUBEFY!'/><author><name>Ahe Awesomepants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489507133406405234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17192156502713131822'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855929.post-6296710235262980975</id><published>2004-04-29T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:56:05.389-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squarespace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='j-o-b'/><title type='text'>i love the vegas</title><summary type='text'>Can I just tell you how much I'm not looking forward to the big meeting this afternoon?  Once a quarter, the big boss, Marc, holds an All Hands Staff Meeting... which actually sounds kinda dirty now that I think about it.  Regardless, the All Hands Staff Meeting (hereafter referred to as AHSM) is one of those rare events which manages simultaneously to bore you to tears, crush your eternal soul </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/6296710235262980975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/6296710235262980975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demondoyle.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-love-vegas.html' title='i love the vegas'/><author><name>Ahe Awesomepants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489507133406405234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17192156502713131822'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855929.post-2634474517041770539</id><published>2004-04-21T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:53:51.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squarespace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liz'/><title type='text'>toupeeguysayswhat?</title><summary type='text'>This morning, Liz posted great about low-carb beer lameness and malt liquor industry advertising sleight of hand.  I laughed.  Then irritation overtook me.  If you're counting your carbs and you're worried about the beer ones...don't drink beer, dumbass.  You know you can drink regular liquor on that Atkins shit, right?  All of the good stuff: whiskey, bourbon, vodka, gin, rum, tequila and brandy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/2634474517041770539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/2634474517041770539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demondoyle.blogspot.com/2004/04/toupeeguysayswhat.html' title='toupeeguysayswhat?'/><author><name>Ahe Awesomepants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489507133406405234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17192156502713131822'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855929.post-1351395284892159908</id><published>2004-04-19T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:52:22.407-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squarespace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jenny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jem'/><title type='text'>it's showtime, synergy!</title><summary type='text'>So my big sister gave me the Jem box set for my birthday.  It's 4 discs long.  There are like 89 episodes. Oh, the glory. 80's rocker chicks, green hair, fishnets and hot guys named Rio...what more could you ask for?  No, seriously, what more could you ask for?  My one complaint: dudes, Rio is totally cheating of Jerrica with Jem...and Jerrica IS Jem, so she KNOWS that he's cheating on her, so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/1351395284892159908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/1351395284892159908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demondoyle.blogspot.com/2004/04/its-showtime-synergy.html' title='it&apos;s showtime, synergy!'/><author><name>Ahe Awesomepants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489507133406405234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17192156502713131822'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855929.post-8103127623926519679</id><published>2004-04-19T10:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:48:50.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squarespace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tacoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heather'/><title type='text'>i'm so very sorry...my contrition completely dwarfs the impending apocalypse</title><summary type='text'>The headline reads: "Kevin Spacey: 'I fell for a con.'" I don't know about you, but I was fully expecting some lurid details on Kevin's hot and spicy affair with this guy. But nooooo. Instead, this. How tragically misleading...although methinks The Spacey is leaving out a few details. Like the part where he and the guy who stole his phone make out.In other news, Heather celebrated her 25th </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/8103127623926519679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/8103127623926519679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demondoyle.blogspot.com/2004/04/headline-reads-kevin-spacey-i-fell-for.html' title='i&apos;m so very sorry...my contrition completely dwarfs the impending apocalypse'/><author><name>Ahe Awesomepants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489507133406405234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17192156502713131822'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855929.post-8916251166216559415</id><published>2004-04-12T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:47:40.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woodland park zoo'/><title type='text'>how do you speak glowingly about a girl who rode to school on a broomstick?</title><summary type='text'>So, I am now officially as old as dirt. I had a remarkably nice birthday weekend, the high point of which was my three and a half hour visit to the Woodland Park Zoo. Dude, they have EVERYTHING there. Tigers, Snow Leopards, Jaguars, Malayan Sun Bears, Ocelots, Tapirs, the coolest reptile house ever, penguins, oh, and leeeetle teeny monkeys. I was a bit saddened that there was no boa constrictor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/8916251166216559415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/8916251166216559415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demondoyle.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-do-you-speak-glowingly-about-girl.html' title='how do you speak glowingly about a girl who rode to school on a broomstick?'/><author><name>Ahe Awesomepants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489507133406405234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17192156502713131822'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855929.post-6258330269867405850</id><published>2004-04-07T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:40:09.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how did you get the tiny men to stop singing?</title><summary type='text'>Just so you know, my birthday is next week Sunday.  Yeah, Easter Sunday, my stupid birthday is on stupid Easter which means all the restaurants will be fair teeming with fucking families and kids in pastel colored bonnets.  Stupid Easter with your stupid eggs and your stupid chocolate bunnies.  Mmm...chocolate bunnies.  Eh.  Considering the candyical benefits of this particular holiday, I guess I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/6258330269867405850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/6258330269867405850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demondoyle.blogspot.com/2004/04/how-did-you-get-tiny-men-to-stop.html' title='how did you get the tiny men to stop singing?'/><author><name>Ahe Awesomepants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489507133406405234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17192156502713131822'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855929.post-2171005236147254771</id><published>2004-03-31T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:39:10.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it will take a while but we're all going to end up at room temperature</title><summary type='text'>I hope the person who googled [skinny boys "white belt" hipster] and hit upon my page eventually found what he/she was looking for.  If not, godspeed you! black emperor...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/2171005236147254771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/2171005236147254771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demondoyle.blogspot.com/2004/03/it-will-take-while-but-were-all-going.html' title='it will take a while but we&apos;re all going to end up at room temperature'/><author><name>Ahe Awesomepants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489507133406405234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17192156502713131822'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855929.post-4735415740487536600</id><published>2004-03-29T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:37:30.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squarespace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me me me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerdery'/><title type='text'>it is very cold... in space</title><summary type='text'>The thing is, I've been waffling back and forth for, I don't know, a YEAR AND A HALF about moving, for all of the many and varied reasons why one would or would not want to move:  rent's too high for a studio, would rather have a one bedroom, but I don't really need a one bedroom and if I do move, it will have to be someplace as convenient--grocery store inbetween home and work 20 min or less </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/4735415740487536600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/4735415740487536600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demondoyle.blogspot.com/2004/03/it-is-very-cold-in-space.html' title='it is very cold... in space'/><author><name>Ahe Awesomepants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489507133406405234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17192156502713131822'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855929.post-1581000342300656092</id><published>2004-03-26T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:29:25.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squarespace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shenanigans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kelly'/><title type='text'>you gotta get me one of those jumpsuits</title><summary type='text'>This entry over at Liz Is Working about liquor and the wacky hijinks to which it leads sparked some reminiscing in the User Comments section.  You see, when Liz and Kelly were college-aged lasses, they lived in a magical place known as Tacoma and socialized with people like me, otherwise known as "enablers."  Enablers are known for their distinct talent for allowing others to formulate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/1581000342300656092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/1581000342300656092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demondoyle.blogspot.com/2004/03/you-gotta-get-me-one-of-those-jumpsuits.html' title='you gotta get me one of those jumpsuits'/><author><name>Ahe Awesomepants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489507133406405234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17192156502713131822'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855929.post-4489400189429778593</id><published>2004-03-23T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:30:26.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squarespace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maroon 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heather'/><title type='text'>this love has taken its toll on me</title><summary type='text'>See, this is the thing: I still do not get the fascination with Maroon 5. They're just not very good and I don't understand why all the kids on the street think they're all awesome and shit. So they don't suck as much as Good Charlotte. So the band members are all deliciously attractive in their own indie kid white belt sporting ways. So the hurt, staccato vocals in the above-referenced song are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/4489400189429778593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/4489400189429778593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demondoyle.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-love-has-taken-its-toll-on-me.html' title='this love has taken its toll on me'/><author><name>Ahe Awesomepants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489507133406405234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17192156502713131822'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855929.post-1329487423656846936</id><published>2004-03-19T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:31:20.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squarespace'/><title type='text'>for a minute, i thought they were going to be writing our yougoogalees</title><summary type='text'>A word to the wise: fat free salad dressing is a prelude to disaster. So I'm downstairs in Mr. Fung's store, picking up an afternoon snack. I grab a big chocolate chip cookie and a side salad. I really want bleu cheese dressing, but they only have fat free. I think "well...how bad could it taste?" I get to my desk, douse my salad in the dressing and eat the tomatoes first. They are good--crisp, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/1329487423656846936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/1329487423656846936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demondoyle.blogspot.com/2008/03/for-minute-i-thought-they-were-going-to.html' title='for a minute, i thought they were going to be writing our yougoogalees'/><author><name>Ahe Awesomepants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489507133406405234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17192156502713131822'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855929.post-1984129295381664906</id><published>2004-03-18T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:18:19.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squarespace'/><title type='text'>honey, they're skinny 'cuz they're coked-up whores</title><summary type='text'>Ah, the day after St. Patrick's Day.  Most of the people on my floor are moping about, dragging their feet, holding their aching heads and looking like warmed-over crap.  Not me though, and I'll tell you why:  because, uh, and I don't want to voice an unpopular opinion here, but I could give a crap about St. Patrick's Day.  Just like Valentine's Day.  Chances are, if there's a Saint involved in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/1984129295381664906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/1984129295381664906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demondoyle.blogspot.com/2004/03/honey-theyre-skinny-cuz-theyre-coked-up.html' title='honey, they&apos;re skinny &apos;cuz they&apos;re coked-up whores'/><author><name>Ahe Awesomepants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489507133406405234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17192156502713131822'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855929.post-5417109142001699595</id><published>2004-03-18T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:18:41.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squarespace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonkette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liz'/><title type='text'>bush/cheney 2004: deficit schmeficit</title><summary type='text'>When I checked out Wonkette today, I ran across this article on urinal design. I'd like to call attention to the fact that Liz over at Liz is Working seized on that tidbit months ago. Where have you been, Wonkette?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/5417109142001699595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/5417109142001699595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demondoyle.blogspot.com/2004/03/bushcheney-2004-deficit-schmeficit.html' title='bush/cheney 2004: deficit schmeficit'/><author><name>Ahe Awesomepants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489507133406405234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17192156502713131822'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855929.post-107783755444413578</id><published>2004-02-26T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T15:22:05.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's get lucky</title><summary type='text'>guess what, guys?this weblog's a-movin.'  again.here.please join me eventually.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/107783755444413578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/107783755444413578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demondoyle.blogspot.com/2004/02/lets-get-lucky.html' title='let&apos;s get lucky'/><author><name>Ahe Awesomepants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489507133406405234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17192156502713131822'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855929.post-330324640812166282</id><published>2004-02-26T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:02:05.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squarespace'/><title type='text'>Previously, on the OC</title><summary type='text'>Will you hate me for moving my weblog yet again? Can you ever forgive me? What? NO? Well tough fucking luck, assface! I wanted a prettier blog. This isn't exactly as pretty as I wanted it to be, but let's face it, it's way prettier than my last blog. Not as colorful, no. But also, more organized and easier on the eyes, which is what I really meant by "pretty." The blue and the orange got to you, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/330324640812166282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/330324640812166282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demondoyle.blogspot.com/2004/02/previously-on-oc.html' title='Previously, on the OC'/><author><name>Ahe Awesomepants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489507133406405234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17192156502713131822'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855929.post-107757227824837537</id><published>2004-02-23T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T13:08:34.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tengo uno situacion con mi familia!</title><summary type='text'>so i was watching advance warning on mtv...2 the other night.  (you have to say it like ian robinson says it, with that pause and the devil horns:  mtv...two.  is it wrong that i have a mad mad crush on that bald doofy punk?) yeah.  i've found that i can pretty much never watch music videos on regular mtv because the playlist seems to include crap, more crap and mc-crapitty-crap.  mtv...2, on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/107757227824837537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/107757227824837537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demondoyle.blogspot.com/2004/02/tengo-uno-situacion-con-mi-familia.html' title='tengo uno situacion con mi familia!'/><author><name>Ahe Awesomepants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489507133406405234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17192156502713131822'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855929.post-107755697410976397</id><published>2004-02-23T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T14:49:29.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>well, sorry doesn't put the triscuit crackers in my stomach, now does it, karl?</title><summary type='text'>does anybody else think that johnny depp is sitting in a coffee house somewhere in france contemplating the existential hilarity of the acting genius of donnie brasco, edward scissorhands and what's eating gilbert grape winning a screen actor's guild award for pirates of the carribbean: the curse of the black pearl?in other news governor schwarzenegger has made a statement asserting that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/107755697410976397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/107755697410976397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demondoyle.blogspot.com/2004/02/well-sorry-doesnt-put-triscuit.html' title='well, sorry doesn&apos;t put the triscuit crackers in my stomach, now does it, karl?'/><author><name>Ahe Awesomepants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489507133406405234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17192156502713131822'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855929.post-107742877363294064</id><published>2004-02-21T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T21:48:57.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're a wee puppet man!</title><summary type='text'>oh my god! Spot, the White House Dog died!  That would be so sad were it not for the fact that I DON'T FUCKING CARE ABOUT PRESIDENT BUSH'S DOG.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/107742877363294064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/107742877363294064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demondoyle.blogspot.com/2004/02/youre-wee-puppet-man.html' title='you&apos;re a wee puppet man!'/><author><name>Ahe Awesomepants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489507133406405234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17192156502713131822'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855929.post-107723516036508897</id><published>2004-02-19T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T16:02:53.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>well they have god on their side, summer.  i'm not gonna beat jesus.</title><summary type='text'>i am so glad to see that one of my favorite news sources shares my immense love for the hotarity (yeah, i made that word up.  hot + hilarity) that is the seth cohen.  it never fails to please me when my worlds collide.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/107723516036508897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/107723516036508897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demondoyle.blogspot.com/2004/02/well-they-have-god-on-their-side.html' title='well they have god on their side, summer.  i&apos;m not gonna beat jesus.'/><author><name>Ahe Awesomepants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489507133406405234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17192156502713131822'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855929.post-107705867870288762</id><published>2004-02-17T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T15:06:42.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>even maggie has the baby with the one eyebrow...</title><summary type='text'>so, on sunday, as i scoured the local drug stores for discounted valentine's day candy (because, as you know, my amazing weight-loss diet consists almost solely of sushi, mcdonald's and a tonnage of chocolate), i made an important discovery:  the easter confections have arrived.  as we all know, easter has the best candy of all the holidays.  you know i'm right.  thanksgiving:  nothing.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/107705867870288762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/107705867870288762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demondoyle.blogspot.com/2004/02/even-maggie-has-baby-with-one-eyebrow.html' title='even maggie has the baby with the one eyebrow...'/><author><name>Ahe Awesomepants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489507133406405234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17192156502713131822'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855929.post-107681356064834374</id><published>2004-02-14T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T18:55:14.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you can be blasé about some things, rose, but not about titanic</title><summary type='text'>due in part to my insistence on viewing the entirety of angel season three in under three days in conjunction with all of the back-up episodes of season five i had on tape, i have developed a propensity to call people ridiculous nicknames in  subconscious imitation of both spike and lorne.  they drop such endearments as "angelcakes" and "freddikins" and "niblet" and "puff pastry" and "pet" with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/107681356064834374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/107681356064834374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demondoyle.blogspot.com/2004/02/you-can-be-blas-about-some-things-rose.html' title='you can be blasé about some things, rose, but not about titanic'/><author><name>Ahe Awesomepants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489507133406405234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17192156502713131822'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855929.post-107653019506811632</id><published>2004-02-11T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T12:12:25.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not for wrath, not for ruin, but for the red dawn!</title><summary type='text'>so last night was movie night.  someone over in queen anne throws one of these about once or twice a month.  always a blast.  among the past viewees:  super troopers, zoolander, the texas chainsaw massacre (original), brain candy, the royal tenenbaums.  that sort of thing.  the idea is to watch a movie that we have all seen so nobody gets all pissy about people talking during the the screening, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/107653019506811632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/107653019506811632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demondoyle.blogspot.com/2004/02/not-for-wrath-not-for-ruin-but-for-red.html' title='not for wrath, not for ruin, but for the red dawn!'/><author><name>Ahe Awesomepants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489507133406405234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17192156502713131822'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855929.post-107635390124047872</id><published>2004-02-09T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T11:14:17.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>plus, if i were arrested for coveting my neighbor's wife, i'd probably bear false witness</title><summary type='text'>briefly:  it occurs to me that  if i pooled together the money i've spent on bikini waxes and manicures in the last 6 months, i'd have my marc jacobs venetia.  or a month and a half of rent, however you want to look at it.</summary><link rel='edit' 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noted below, last week sunday (not yesterday, last week), i went to see the shins play at the showbox.  i was very excited, as i had never seen them live and i love them with all of the good places of my heart.  this is not always the best mindset with which to approach a live show because research has shown that for at least 70 percent of music groups, album quality is inversely proportional </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/107634818393937286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855929/posts/default/107634818393937286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demondoyle.blogspot.com/2004/02/eat-my-wrath-gorilla-throwing-barrels.html' title='eat my wrath, gorilla throwing barrels!!!'/><author><name>Ahe Awesomepants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489507133406405234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty 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