<?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-33900802</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:56:50.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quicker Than Quick</title><subtitle type='html'>The scoop on the latest happenings.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quickerthanquick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33900802/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quickerthanquick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00589199336566772648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5172/3260/320/headshot.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33900802.post-4521560421036951803</id><published>2007-01-23T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T08:21:59.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Crazy Norwegians</title><content type='html'>I was checking out rocketboom.com yesterday and they did a story on percentages of people from which countries commute from point A to point B by means of "the bicycle." It turns out there's a hilly college town in Norway where more than half the people ride their bike when they need to get themselves someplace. The report went on to say that one of the main reasons people are out pedaling the streets of town is the "trampe lift," which is a moving foot holder that pushes you up the biggest hill in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a link to a video that has some great shots of the Trampe in action. It also has some fantastic background music. You MUST check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.trampe.no/media/trampehigh.mpg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33900802-4521560421036951803?l=quickerthanquick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quickerthanquick.blogspot.com/feeds/4521560421036951803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33900802&amp;postID=4521560421036951803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33900802/posts/default/4521560421036951803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33900802/posts/default/4521560421036951803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quickerthanquick.blogspot.com/2007/01/those-crazy-norwegians.html' title='Those Crazy Norwegians'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00589199336566772648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5172/3260/320/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33900802.post-4166087141619813427</id><published>2007-01-11T08:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T09:18:58.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The BTO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgB99K6od2k/RaZDou0uRzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0wOCpmhpzcU/s1600-h/thebto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgB99K6od2k/RaZDou0uRzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0wOCpmhpzcU/s320/thebto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018773201793992498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the BTO you ask? Why it's the Boston Typewriter Orchestra of course! It's a bunch of guys who sit around in a room and pound away on typewriters to crank out some sweet beats. They have a little video demonstration of what they do and how they do it at their website. I'm not one to predict the future, but I think we're going to see a lot more of this typewriter stuff incorporated into today's music. I hear Justin Timberlake is already working on a song called "Bringin Type keys back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.bostontypewriterorchestra.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33900802-4166087141619813427?l=quickerthanquick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quickerthanquick.blogspot.com/feeds/4166087141619813427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33900802&amp;postID=4166087141619813427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33900802/posts/default/4166087141619813427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33900802/posts/default/4166087141619813427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quickerthanquick.blogspot.com/2007/01/bto_11.html' title='The BTO!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00589199336566772648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5172/3260/320/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgB99K6od2k/RaZDou0uRzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0wOCpmhpzcU/s72-c/thebto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33900802.post-116472401960335678</id><published>2006-11-28T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T14:44:05.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimp my T stop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5172/3260/1600/152411/arlington.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5172/3260/320/263961/arlington.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've often wondered where the "emergency exit" staircase would empty evacuees from the Arlington Street stop on the greenline in Downtown Boston. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found out. I decided to go out of my way to see the new construction of this subway stop that had been hidden for years. As I exited the trolley I was amazed to see the antique tile walls with a mosaic reading "ARLINGTON". I can't believe they ever covered up such beautiful artwork with genereic white tiles, and a generic metal sign set in generic helvetica. BORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously doubt that the city of Boston will resurrect this old backdrop that was once the Arlington Street Station. It makes me sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33900802-116472401960335678?l=quickerthanquick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quickerthanquick.blogspot.com/feeds/116472401960335678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33900802&amp;postID=116472401960335678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33900802/posts/default/116472401960335678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33900802/posts/default/116472401960335678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quickerthanquick.blogspot.com/2006/11/pimp-my-t-stop.html' title='Pimp my T stop!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00589199336566772648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5172/3260/320/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33900802.post-116178230026480696</id><published>2006-10-25T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T09:59:23.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The big pants...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5172/3260/1600/bigpants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5172/3260/320/bigpants.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my search for the best halloween costume ever, I came across the world's largest pair of underpants. These are available at mcphee.com under their "weirdest products" link. These things are awesome and I might have to consider getting a pair for next year. This is the gift that keeps on giving all year long. For instance, you could hang them out on a clothes line to see how your neighbors react. Or if you decide that you're finished with them, you can leave them in a dryer at your local laundry facility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they make big socks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33900802-116178230026480696?l=quickerthanquick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quickerthanquick.blogspot.com/feeds/116178230026480696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33900802&amp;postID=116178230026480696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33900802/posts/default/116178230026480696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33900802/posts/default/116178230026480696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quickerthanquick.blogspot.com/2006/10/big-pants.html' title='The big pants...'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00589199336566772648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5172/3260/320/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33900802.post-115875551130211614</id><published>2006-09-20T08:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T08:31:51.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Attack Kitten</title><content type='html'>I was walking to the train on Monday morning behind this woman and her daughter. Suddenly, out of nowhere this cute little kitten pops out of the bushes and approaches the woman and her daughter. They reacted as if they had just crossed paths with a spitting cobra. The woman defensively guided her daughter to the other side of the street and naturally, the kitten followed. At this point the woman started to become a tiny bit frantic and was shaking her keys at the menacing kitty and yelling "SHOO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I stepped in as the neighborhood hero. I squatted down and made kissing noises at the kitten. No longer interested in the scared woman and child, the kitty came purring over toward me. The woman looked at me and said "OH, THANK YOU! We HATE cats." At the same time "Subject A" came out of his house and informed me  that "Harriet" is a very playful kitten and likes to greet people as they walk down the street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As "Subject A" and I were discussing the cat, a large black lab jumped up and started barking at the woman and her daughter. I think they have since picked a different route to the train station.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33900802-115875551130211614?l=quickerthanquick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quickerthanquick.blogspot.com/feeds/115875551130211614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33900802&amp;postID=115875551130211614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33900802/posts/default/115875551130211614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33900802/posts/default/115875551130211614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quickerthanquick.blogspot.com/2006/09/attack-kitten.html' title='The Attack Kitten'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00589199336566772648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5172/3260/320/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33900802.post-115799013901348370</id><published>2006-09-11T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T13:58:05.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Commuting Experiment 1</title><content type='html'>Friday afternoon I was heading home on the 4:45 and was pondering how I would execute my new experiment. As the train neared the station I walked to the very rear of the train, where only a handful of commuters exit the train. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this particular day the conductor wasn't there to open the door for us. The train began to slow down and the gentleman standing in front of me tried to open the door. As the train came to a halt, he looks over his shoulder and says "It's Locked!" So, we turn around and start running down the aisle as if we were being chased by a wild boar. Luckily, there wasn't a wild boar and we managed to exit the train before it began rolling again. Once we reached the platform I turned to my new friend and said: "We're gonna have to try that again on Monday". He concurred and we walked our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I find out this guy's name I will refer to him as subject "A".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33900802-115799013901348370?l=quickerthanquick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quickerthanquick.blogspot.com/feeds/115799013901348370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33900802&amp;postID=115799013901348370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33900802/posts/default/115799013901348370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33900802/posts/default/115799013901348370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quickerthanquick.blogspot.com/2006/09/commuting-experiment-1.html' title='Commuting Experiment 1'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00589199336566772648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5172/3260/320/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33900802.post-115773190594898664</id><published>2006-09-08T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T11:24:23.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Commuting Experiment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5172/3260/1600/purpletrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5172/3260/400/purpletrain.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I pick up the train at 7:10 am. I see most of the same people every day getting on the train and getting off the train. There are a select few that form litte "clicks" and they talk amongst themselves while waiting for the train. They laugh about stupid things that their cats do and talk about weekend plans. As an outsider I feel left out and not worthy of joining their conversations. There are lots of unknowns with these groups of people. How long have they been a click? Are they all somehow related? Do they all live on the same street?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm considering conducting an experiment, where I somehow infiltrate these clicks and find out more about my neighbors each day. This will give me some good material for this blog I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My strategy will be to ask the group if they "have the time" (even though it's clearly posted on an LED sign that gives updates about the train schedule). The next day I'll say good morning to them to see if they remember me. I'm sure they'll call me "Kid who asks for the time" and eventually want to know my real name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only danger with this experiment is that I might get sucked into the group. I often have days where I enjoy the ability to talk to nobody and sit quietly on the train. Getting into the habit of talking to people might ruin this luxury. Perhaps I'll come up with a "code word" that I say when I see the group. Maybe I'll simply smile, nod, and say "READING DAY" and keep walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33900802-115773190594898664?l=quickerthanquick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quickerthanquick.blogspot.com/feeds/115773190594898664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33900802&amp;postID=115773190594898664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33900802/posts/default/115773190594898664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33900802/posts/default/115773190594898664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quickerthanquick.blogspot.com/2006/09/commuting-experiment.html' title='Commuting Experiment'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00589199336566772648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5172/3260/320/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33900802.post-115754623486612473</id><published>2006-09-06T08:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T15:37:29.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocketboom</title><content type='html'>I stumbled across this website this morning. It's rocketboom.com and it's a video blog website. I feel like I've stepped into the future all of a sudden. Video Blogs or VLOGs are daily postings where people do everything they would do in a normal blog except it's all captured through the magic of video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of today's features on rocketboom is this virtual bubblewrap site. There goes my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.saab-stuff.com/pop.swf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33900802-115754623486612473?l=quickerthanquick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quickerthanquick.blogspot.com/feeds/115754623486612473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33900802&amp;postID=115754623486612473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33900802/posts/default/115754623486612473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33900802/posts/default/115754623486612473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quickerthanquick.blogspot.com/2006/09/rocketboom.html' title='Rocketboom'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00589199336566772648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5172/3260/320/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33900802.post-115747498845566833</id><published>2006-09-05T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T12:53:08.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crock Hunter!</title><content type='html'>I was sitting at home yestaerday morning and turned on the news only to find out that the Crock Hunter, Steve Irwin was killed by a stingray! What's up with that? Apparently he was swimming over the fish and it stabbed him in the HEART! I've heard of people stepping on them by accident, but I've never heard of anyone getting stabbed in the heart by one. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the Animal Planet is going to have some sort of Crock Hunter marathon or something. Hmmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33900802-115747498845566833?l=quickerthanquick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quickerthanquick.blogspot.com/feeds/115747498845566833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33900802&amp;postID=115747498845566833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33900802/posts/default/115747498845566833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33900802/posts/default/115747498845566833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quickerthanquick.blogspot.com/2006/09/crock-hunter.html' title='The Crock Hunter!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00589199336566772648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5172/3260/320/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33900802.post-115747260881512233</id><published>2006-09-05T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T13:12:10.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5172/3260/1600/newandimproved.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5172/3260/400/newandimproved.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am again, my sweet, sweet blog. I would like to formally apologize to all the Quicker Than Quick fans out there. I had deleted this blog last week due to the fact that I had nothing much to comment about since the "fear of pickles" post. I lost the momentum that I had when Sue Brown first mentioned that I needed to have my own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this past weekend I saw true disappointment when the Big Dog approached me and asked "What happened to the blog?" I decided then and there to get this wagon moving once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is for the Sauce!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33900802-115747260881512233?l=quickerthanquick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quickerthanquick.blogspot.com/feeds/115747260881512233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33900802&amp;postID=115747260881512233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33900802/posts/default/115747260881512233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33900802/posts/default/115747260881512233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quickerthanquick.blogspot.com/2006/09/here-i-am-again-my-sweet-sweet-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00589199336566772648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5172/3260/320/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
