<?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-2420221244018387293</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:50:45.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snoop Bloggy Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420221244018387293/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Conrad Walsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04544936682503729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SWFUREtwN-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Eke0KaWOD8/S220/picture-99.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420221244018387293.post-2698982619877804580</id><published>2009-05-22T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:34:22.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Welcome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/49jKeGyUCJE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/49jKeGyUCJE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420221244018387293-2698982619877804580?l=thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2698982619877804580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2420221244018387293&amp;postID=2698982619877804580' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420221244018387293/posts/default/2698982619877804580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420221244018387293/posts/default/2698982619877804580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-are-welcome.html' title='You Are Welcome.'/><author><name>Conrad Walsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04544936682503729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SWFUREtwN-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Eke0KaWOD8/S220/picture-99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420221244018387293.post-3522907944258772710</id><published>2009-04-15T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T15:16:04.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul McConrey?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SeZckGzcDdI/AAAAAAAAADM/p__Z_QX0Ia4/s1600-h/conpaul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 137px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SeZckGzcDdI/AAAAAAAAADM/p__Z_QX0Ia4/s320/conpaul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325045384783597010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SeZaZniat7I/AAAAAAAAADE/sDkLEy28ca4/s1600-h/paul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SeZaZniat7I/AAAAAAAAADE/sDkLEy28ca4/s320/paul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325043005568759730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 of our new hit blog series "What famous person does Conrad look like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420221244018387293-3522907944258772710?l=thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3522907944258772710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2420221244018387293&amp;postID=3522907944258772710' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420221244018387293/posts/default/3522907944258772710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420221244018387293/posts/default/3522907944258772710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/paul-mcconrey.html' title='Paul McConrey?'/><author><name>Conrad Walsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04544936682503729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SWFUREtwN-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Eke0KaWOD8/S220/picture-99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SeZckGzcDdI/AAAAAAAAADM/p__Z_QX0Ia4/s72-c/conpaul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420221244018387293.post-8365136988094192436</id><published>2009-04-02T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T09:00:02.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What famous person does Conrad look like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00153/ed_imgKEANE_153576a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 360px;" src="http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00153/ed_imgKEANE_153576a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SdTfOZ2oc6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/RHL2GQ9dUic/s1600-h/gift1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SdTfOZ2oc6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/RHL2GQ9dUic/s320/gift1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320122498382590882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend James once told me I look like Tom Chaplin from the band Keane.  Today's blog is the first in my new blog series called "What famous person does Conrad look like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420221244018387293-8365136988094192436?l=thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8365136988094192436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2420221244018387293&amp;postID=8365136988094192436' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420221244018387293/posts/default/8365136988094192436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420221244018387293/posts/default/8365136988094192436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-famous-person-does-conrad-look.html' title='What famous person does Conrad look like?'/><author><name>Conrad Walsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04544936682503729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SWFUREtwN-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Eke0KaWOD8/S220/picture-99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SdTfOZ2oc6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/RHL2GQ9dUic/s72-c/gift1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420221244018387293.post-1021789162363322544</id><published>2009-02-19T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:29:57.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This just in. . .</title><content type='html'>Memo&lt;br /&gt;Attention: All people who have their web logs set to private&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just in: you are not nearly as important/cool as you think you are.  Please, please, get over  yourselves.  You are not The Fonz, neither are you James Dean.  You should be thrilled that someone wants to understand your theories and philosophies on life--I mean, you are not exactly this generation's Plato.  Furthermore, you should be thrilled that someone wants to know what you have been up to and learn about the minutia of your days--after all, you are not a Beatle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for fear of stalkers--don't flatter yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conrad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420221244018387293-1021789162363322544?l=thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1021789162363322544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2420221244018387293&amp;postID=1021789162363322544' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420221244018387293/posts/default/1021789162363322544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420221244018387293/posts/default/1021789162363322544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-just-in.html' title='This just in. . .'/><author><name>Conrad Walsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04544936682503729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SWFUREtwN-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Eke0KaWOD8/S220/picture-99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420221244018387293.post-8417208670217156029</id><published>2009-02-05T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T06:48:29.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tale of the Coke Bottle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SYtqiFPI_cI/AAAAAAAAACY/kTZZj4Z9Vyw/s1600-h/coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SYtqiFPI_cI/AAAAAAAAACY/kTZZj4Z9Vyw/s320/coke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299446520285298114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SYtp4bslAhI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jLvjF90Tmcw/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SYtp4bslAhI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jLvjF90Tmcw/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299445804759843346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is an epic poem/tale comparable to the likes of Homer's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Odyssey&lt;/span&gt;, Virgil's  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Aenid&lt;/span&gt;, or the Anglo-Saxon hero-tale &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beowolf&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last Friday I got a hankering for a Coca-Cola Classic.  I craved this superior beverage straight from a glass bottle because i recently heard that it is oh-so much sweeter this way.  (Bottled in Mexico= crazy delicious; it is the extra sugar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mounted my white motorized steed, my '97 Honda Civic and cruised towards Wal-Mart. (Author's note: Said steed failed me on Monday.  Fixed her on Tuesday to the tune of $502 dollars.  Ouch).  Upon exiting The Mart I thrilled at the thought of pounding the sweet nectar of the Gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back inside my motorcar I realized I was ill equipped to open the libation--I thought it was a twist cap but, alas, 'twas not.  I tried to open the fizzy delight with a coin to no avail.  Not only that but, in so doing, I raised the cap just enough to let all the carbonation out of the bottle.  Now I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to get this baby open--there was no turning back, it needed to be drunk and soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next i tried my car key.  This worked if by work you mean that it resulted in my losing chunks of flesh from three of my fingers on my right hand.  Blood flowed.  Again i tried using my unbattered hand only to maim two fingers on my left hand.  Again the blood did flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 7 minutes of this our frustrated hero decided to ponder upon the matter and drive back to his place of employ.  In the process of backing out of the parking stall I watched my sweet Coke bottle tip out of the cup holder and turn into a Coke bomb.  The sweet cola sprayed everywhere.  I pulled over and placed the bottle outside.  The damage was serious--i had lost over 1/4th of my sweet liquid refreshment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again i saddled up and drove back to work.  During the last leg of my journey i was getting desperate?  How, oh how was i to open said bottle? Time was of the essence--i mean, the stuff was not getting any colder (or fizzier for that matter).  Like a thunderbolt from Zeus' Mount Olympus came the inspiration that i needed. You see, i had just driven by a fence post, that's right, a fence post.  I spun the car around and zipped over to the post.  As I carried the bottle over to the post i hoped with all my heart that no one i worked with would drive by and wonder what on earth i was doing (by this time i was quite close to the place of employ).  With a mighty thrust i forced the cap off of the bottle using the top of the fencepost.  Excelsior! The dark cola overflowed like a beautiful, miniature, sugar volcano.  My hands were covered in blood and the sticky, magic juice.  With all the glory, pomp, and melodrama that can be imagined, i downed the remaining beverage.   How sweet was my conquest. How great was my joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you sense the power of this account.  Do I consider myself a role model or a hero? Sure.  Both of those. But, you see, this story is not about me. Nor is it about Coke or bottle caps or fenceposts--it is about the power of the human spirit to triumph over adversity and despair.  It is the same spirit that helped us put a man on the moon and tear down the Berlin Wall.  It is my  hope that when you are faced with difficult challenges in your life that you might look to this experience as an example.  You too can accomplish extraordinary things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420221244018387293-8417208670217156029?l=thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8417208670217156029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2420221244018387293&amp;postID=8417208670217156029' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420221244018387293/posts/default/8417208670217156029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420221244018387293/posts/default/8417208670217156029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/tale-of-coke-bottle.html' title='The Tale of the Coke Bottle'/><author><name>Conrad Walsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04544936682503729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SWFUREtwN-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Eke0KaWOD8/S220/picture-99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SYtqiFPI_cI/AAAAAAAAACY/kTZZj4Z9Vyw/s72-c/coke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420221244018387293.post-6909850058169981455</id><published>2009-01-19T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:02:21.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A-ha Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SXUUBj8vO5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/mVhvLOYpNI4/s1600-h/a-ha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293158954106305426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SXUUBj8vO5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/mVhvLOYpNI4/s320/a-ha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever heard people refer to "ah-ha moments"? You know, the moment when something finally makes sense to you? Well, everytime I hear people use this phrase I immediately think of A-ha, the 80's band from Norway responsible for the international smash hit "Take On Me." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That song rules. May it play in your head for the rest of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420221244018387293-6909850058169981455?l=thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6909850058169981455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2420221244018387293&amp;postID=6909850058169981455' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420221244018387293/posts/default/6909850058169981455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420221244018387293/posts/default/6909850058169981455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/ah-ha-moments.html' title='A-ha Moments'/><author><name>Conrad Walsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04544936682503729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SWFUREtwN-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Eke0KaWOD8/S220/picture-99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SXUUBj8vO5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/mVhvLOYpNI4/s72-c/a-ha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420221244018387293.post-1878298392770147200</id><published>2009-01-13T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:41:24.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paige Davis Must Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SW0lIEZxgvI/AAAAAAAAABI/SMMy4w40l70/s1600-h/p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290925957781226226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SW0lIEZxgvI/AAAAAAAAABI/SMMy4w40l70/s320/p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.rcwilley.com/media/paige_davis/homePaige.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.rcwilley.com/GetResults.jsp&amp;amp;usg=__sbqNIcYn2J5g2WRWGryyJuGlI7g=&amp;amp;h=325&amp;amp;w=503&amp;amp;sz=57&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=1&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=WnqfB4UCBfhEhM:&amp;amp;tbnh=84&amp;amp;tbnw=130&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dpaige%2Bdavis%2Brc%2Bwilley%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On my 20 mile trip down I-15 every day to work I pass about 8 Paige Davis/RC Willey billboards.  She is EVERYwhere.  She bugs me quite a bit.  The commercials are worse.  Her personality makes me cringe.  My gag reflex starts going haywire when I hear/see how overly cheesy she is.  I have composed a haiku summarizing my feelings about Paige Davis:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annoying me tons,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She doth make me so sad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paige Davis must go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420221244018387293-1878298392770147200?l=thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1878298392770147200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2420221244018387293&amp;postID=1878298392770147200' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420221244018387293/posts/default/1878298392770147200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420221244018387293/posts/default/1878298392770147200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/paige-davis-must-go.html' title='Paige Davis Must Go'/><author><name>Conrad Walsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04544936682503729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SWFUREtwN-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Eke0KaWOD8/S220/picture-99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SW0lIEZxgvI/AAAAAAAAABI/SMMy4w40l70/s72-c/p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420221244018387293.post-569315584041396649</id><published>2009-01-02T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T16:18:25.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dig Out Your Soul</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago I took it upon myself to clean Dani's car. Dani's automobile usually smells like a wet equine and that day was no exception. But, I found something extraordinary in the boot that day. (2 asides: 1. We called the trunk the "boot" in Johannesburg days. 2. The word extraordinary seems odd to me.  More ordinary than usual? )&lt;br /&gt;I found "Dig Out Your Soul," Oasis' new record that I've been pining for ever since we were rocked by them in Seattle. Dani had, clearly, been trying to hide the disc from me as a Christmas gift. I could either pretend I hadn't found it or unleash the rock. I chose the latter.&lt;br /&gt;There are a couple of average tunes but, for the most part, Oasis is on top of their game. Noel has written one of the coolest Oasis songs ever in "Waiting for the Rapture"(that guitar is just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt;) and "I'm Outta Time" is the best ballad Liam's done (yes, better than "Don't Go Away"). Reportedly it took 9 years to write--well worth the wait I'd say. "The Nature of Reality" sounds like Oasis impersonating the White Stripes and is splendid.&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway, Dani was pretty mad that I found the gift but soon got over that.&lt;br /&gt;"Dig Out Your Soul" is the best album of the year, people.  Thanks Dani.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420221244018387293-569315584041396649?l=thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/569315584041396649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2420221244018387293&amp;postID=569315584041396649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420221244018387293/posts/default/569315584041396649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420221244018387293/posts/default/569315584041396649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/dig-out-your-soul.html' title='Dig Out Your Soul'/><author><name>Conrad Walsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04544936682503729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SWFUREtwN-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Eke0KaWOD8/S220/picture-99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420221244018387293.post-1509077412097751370</id><published>2008-11-26T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:52:18.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new Killers album</title><content type='html'>Anyone who knows me well knows that The Killers are my boys.  I declare that they are in my top 4 modern bands (post 1990) among some pretty elite company: Oasis, The Smashing Pumpkins, and Weezer (I know the last album was a fumble, but that's a whole other blog post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Brandon and the boys just released "Day and Age" and, I must say, it is a mixed bag.  On the one hand, I think that "The World We Live In" is a superb piece of pop music, just as good as anything off the first record (excluding the limited edition).  But, what on earth were they thinking with "I Can't Stay"?  On a 10-song record, there is no room for this odd experiment--it belongs as a b-side somewhere else.  "Goodnight, Travel Well" is overly long and basically uninteresting--i kept waiting for the soaring payoff at the end but it never came.  And, "Joy Ride" sounds like something that Paul McCartney did back in the 80's akin to "Silly Love Songs" which ain't the best stuff that Sir Paul has produced.  I simply need more rock from my Killers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This album is still better than pretty much anything that came out this year (excluding Cardinology and Dig Out Your Soul by Ryan Adams and Oasis respectively) but I need to feel the charm of Hot Fuss and the power of Sam's Town on the next record.  3 out of 5 stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420221244018387293-1509077412097751370?l=thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1509077412097751370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2420221244018387293&amp;postID=1509077412097751370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420221244018387293/posts/default/1509077412097751370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420221244018387293/posts/default/1509077412097751370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-killers-album.html' title='The new Killers album'/><author><name>Conrad Walsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04544936682503729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SWFUREtwN-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Eke0KaWOD8/S220/picture-99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420221244018387293.post-1206314825266187841</id><published>2008-10-16T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T14:07:08.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Made for TV</title><content type='html'>Last night was the third and final presidential debate. This was a classic replay of Nixon-Kennedy, the first televised debates. Nixon was, arguably, the more knowledgable candidate, the more experienced politician. But Jack didn't sweat on TV. He smiled more. He looked at the camera more often. He came off as more collected, more "presidential." And the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCain was Nixon: more agitated, less personable, less photogenic than is opponent. Obama was Kennedy: more calm, less irritable, more measured in his voice patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it strange that McCain often complains about Obama's unwillingness to do more debates and town hall meetings. John is an old man in an age of tv marketing that focuses on being polished and delivering lines with a smile. Even when McCain had the upper hand in terms explaining his arguments (like on the Supreme Court, and vouchers) it was the &lt;strong&gt;way &lt;/strong&gt;in which he spoke and gestured that people will likely remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCain came off as the old curmudgeon when he needed to appear as the passionate, elder statesman. He needed to chide Obama's policies without seeming condescending. He broke the first rule of debates which is to &lt;strong&gt;"do no harm."&lt;/strong&gt; By (sometimes boringly) keeping his cool and sticking to his message, Barack did no harm and, thus, won the debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; surprised at how far behind McCain is right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420221244018387293-1206314825266187841?l=thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1206314825266187841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2420221244018387293&amp;postID=1206314825266187841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420221244018387293/posts/default/1206314825266187841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420221244018387293/posts/default/1206314825266187841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/made-for-tv.html' title='Made for TV'/><author><name>Conrad Walsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04544936682503729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SWFUREtwN-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Eke0KaWOD8/S220/picture-99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420221244018387293.post-6517558283853394492</id><published>2008-09-29T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:06:57.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que Sera, Sarah</title><content type='html'>I know i already commented about Mrs. Palin, but I just had a couple more things to say about her. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I think she'll be a great VP--as long as she can take a tiny teleprompter &lt;strong&gt;EVERYWHERE&lt;/strong&gt; she goes during her time in office.   Exhibit A:  Sarah goes to get a bite to eat at a lil' place in Philly.  A chap asks her if the U.S. should cross the border into Pakistan to fight terrorism.  Sarah says: "If that's what we have to do stop the terrorists from coming any further in, absolutely, we should."  The problem is, this is the &lt;strong&gt;exact opposite&lt;/strong&gt; view that John McCain has, an issue that John spent considerable time mocking Obama on in the first debate.  Time for a &lt;strong&gt;tiny, portable, teleprompter&lt;/strong&gt; Sarah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420221244018387293-6517558283853394492?l=thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6517558283853394492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2420221244018387293&amp;postID=6517558283853394492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420221244018387293/posts/default/6517558283853394492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420221244018387293/posts/default/6517558283853394492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/que-sera-sarah.html' title='Que Sera, Sarah'/><author><name>Conrad Walsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04544936682503729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SWFUREtwN-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Eke0KaWOD8/S220/picture-99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420221244018387293.post-8035842345499763931</id><published>2008-09-19T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T18:28:15.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Jazz, 2008-2009</title><content type='html'>Well, methinks it is time to write about something other than politics.  So, today, I would like to say a few things about my boyz: the Utah Jazz.&lt;br /&gt;  It seems like just yesterday that I was sitting with Dani in a Chili's, ('cause we don't have cable) swearing, as I watched my Jazz throw their season down the toilet with an atrocious first-half performance vs. the Lakers.  Since my childhood I have become accustomed to the sick feeling that comes to my stomach every May or June as the Jazz blow opportunities to achieve an NBA title.  How oft has my soul wept over these blown opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;  Due to financial strains on the team that will come to a head next year, the Utah Jazz as we know it will certainly change--Larry simply won't have enough money to go around now that D-Will (deservedly) signed his big contract.&lt;br /&gt; So this year is a very good opportunity for the Jazz.  We have 2 gold medal olympians and a seasoned supporting cast.  With the Spurs not getting any younger and dealing with injuries the Jazz could have an opening.  I still think the Lakers will be formidable though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unrealistic prediction: Jazz win title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actual prediction: Jazz return to the finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420221244018387293-8035842345499763931?l=thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8035842345499763931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2420221244018387293&amp;postID=8035842345499763931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420221244018387293/posts/default/8035842345499763931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420221244018387293/posts/default/8035842345499763931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/utah-jazz-2008-2009.html' title='Utah Jazz, 2008-2009'/><author><name>Conrad Walsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04544936682503729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SWFUREtwN-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Eke0KaWOD8/S220/picture-99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420221244018387293.post-2592889058957589166</id><published>2008-09-13T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:49:04.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah, Palin Tall</title><content type='html'>Today's topic: the political sensation and Senator John McCain's VP pick &lt;strong&gt;Sarah Palin.. .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard alot of people say that McCain is a true maverick for picking Sarah Palin as his running mate. Sadly, i fear this was more of a political move more than anything else. They say that a president's first big decision happens before he is even elected to the oval office--his VP pick. Well, John McCain failed on his first big decision because. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) There are so many more people that are more qualified than Sarah. (Huntsman, Pawlenty, Romney, Giuliani, etc. etc. etc. ) I know this because i watched Sarah struggle with a question about what the "Bush Doctrine" is. I know this because i heard her say in June that she really didn't even know what the VP does. Those things &lt;strong&gt;alarm&lt;/strong&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Palin is currently being investigated by state ethics committee. Regardless of whether anything comes of this, it is a huge distraction from her already thin resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the deal. I know that we are voting for President and not VP, but did you know that 9 VP's have had to step up and assume the mantle of president? &lt;strong&gt;9!&lt;/strong&gt; With McCain's age and health history (he's had cancer 4 times) it is not unreasonable to think that Sarah could become president. If this happens, i hope to heaven that she at least takes American Foreign Policy from Earl Frye at BYU like I did so she can learn what the Bush, Carter, Clinton, Truman, etc. etc. doctrines are, as well as their implications. Somedays I wonder if, honest to goodness, &lt;strong&gt;I have more FP experience than Sarah&lt;/strong&gt;. I have lived abroad for over 2 years in Africa and learned how to interact with people from a dozen cultures. As an intern for Senator Orrin G. Hatch I assisted his Constituent Service Representative in a number of activities in which I interacted with both U.S. embassies abroad and the INS. I expedited visas to help people stay in Utah for school and business instead of being sent back to their homelands. I communicated with embassies abroad in efforts to cut through international red tape and bring American citizens home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not asinine enough to think that these things qualify as foreign policy, so why should very intelligent people (Huntsman, the Republican establishment, etc.) suggest that because Sarah Palin's Alaska borders Russia that she somehow has FP credentials? &lt;strong&gt;She simply does not&lt;/strong&gt;. Why try to fake it? Why not at least say, "There have been some presidents who were succesful in the FP arena who didn't have foreign policy experience prior to entering the oval office" (think of Reagan for instance)? But &lt;strong&gt;please, please, please&lt;/strong&gt; do not insult the intelligence of the American people and say that Palin has FP chops because Alaska borders Russia and Canada or because she is the head of the Alaskan State Military--'cause that's just &lt;strong&gt;messed up&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420221244018387293-2592889058957589166?l=thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2592889058957589166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2420221244018387293&amp;postID=2592889058957589166' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420221244018387293/posts/default/2592889058957589166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420221244018387293/posts/default/2592889058957589166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/sarah-palin-tall.html' title='Sarah, Palin Tall'/><author><name>Conrad Walsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04544936682503729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SWFUREtwN-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Eke0KaWOD8/S220/picture-99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2420221244018387293.post-6539205158872123012</id><published>2008-09-10T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:56:04.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Blog, therefore I'm bored.</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my blog. Come on in, pull up a chair--stay a while why don't you? It'll be my treat. "Wait a second," you are asking yourself. "Conrad doesn't blog, he makes fun of people who blog." True, reader, that is a good point. But, sometimes I like making fun of myself. I mean, studies have shown that self-depracating humour is guaranteed to get a laugh 9 out of 10 times. And in terms of chortles, chuckles, giggles, and guffaws it scores a perfect 10 out of 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously folks. My blog will be about sports, politics, music, Dani (my wife), etc. So, let's get blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's topic: &lt;strong&gt;Election Prediction.. .&lt;/strong&gt; So, much has been made about this presidential election thing--I mean, c'mon, this things been going on for 2 years almost. Well guess what? I know who's going to win. D'ya wanna know who it is? I'll give you a hint: it is not Barack Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is why: When all is said and done, people vote for who they would rather have a beer with. McCain's own campaign manager (almost proudly) announced recently that "this election isn't about issues." So true Rick Davis, so true. Sadly, this election (as well as every other one) will be decided by little sound bytes, the candidates' demeanor in front of a camera, irrelevant details from the candidates' past--basically anything but the major issues of the day (the economy, foreign policy, health care, energy, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, most people view McCain as more of "one of them" than Obama. Maybe it is because he reminds people of their incorrigible grandfather. Maybe its because he wears an Arizona Diamondbacks baseball cap when he goes to buy coffee. Maybe its because he keeps referring to us as "(his) friends." Maybe John comes off as more sincere somehow, I'm really not sure. But I am sure that this election is a replay of 2004. Kerry outspent Bush but it didn't matter--he was perceived as an elitist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time to flesh out this argument right now, but rest assured, McCain will win and it won't be as close as people think it will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2420221244018387293-6539205158872123012?l=thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6539205158872123012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2420221244018387293&amp;postID=6539205158872123012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420221244018387293/posts/default/6539205158872123012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2420221244018387293/posts/default/6539205158872123012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishereismyweblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-blog-therefore-im-bored.html' title='I Blog, therefore I&apos;m bored.'/><author><name>Conrad Walsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04544936682503729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Am-_geiOHRM/SWFUREtwN-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Eke0KaWOD8/S220/picture-99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
