<?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-3059799</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:32:57.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fontroll's Own Hole</title><subtitle type='html'>Jesus loves you!  (Everybody else thinks your a friggin' JERK!)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-116534042940405124</id><published>2006-12-05T11:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T11:40:29.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK, going to try do this again. Why? Dunno. Every once in a while I want to say something and I can't since Jon shut down Rooba's Riposte.  Every once in a while I miss it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/116534042940405124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/116534042940405124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2006_12_03_archive.html#116534042940405124' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-87494008</id><published>2003-01-15T14:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-15T14:56:01.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm moving.  Check out the new hole here.  See ya around.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/87494008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/87494008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87494008' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-87173831</id><published>2003-01-09T11:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-09T11:44:22.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, Welcome to 2003 here at The Hole.  So much to say and such a small vocabulary to say it in.  Grunt grunt.Firstus.  Happy Birthday Kader Gator!  My second son, Kade Alan is 4 today!  The monumental mixture of emotions chokes me up mentally.  Kade is off charts for his size, he is maybe 1/2" shorter than his 5+ year old brother, although notably skinnier.  He has a forceful will and hurricane</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/87173831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/87173831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87173831' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-86747635</id><published>2002-12-31T08:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T08:18:41.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK, we're home again.  The holidays are pretty much over.  We can all just chill the hell out.  I had a good weekend.  We went to Chaska to see and stay with Kari.  'Twas very nice, lots of good food and laughing and stuff.  A few more presents, some Oscar time, all is good.  AaaaAAaand I got to see John again for the first time in 3 years.  We polished the bar at Champps for 3 1/2 hours and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/86747635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/86747635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86747635' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-86484096</id><published>2002-12-24T11:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T11:15:41.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remember.  Remember that Christmas is about one thing.  The birth of a child whose destiny was to die painfully for us.  To sacrifice himself for our salvation if we choose it.  The presents represent those presents brought to him by foriegn kings that saw his star as foretold in prophesy.  They brought them to him 2 years after his birth, in exile in Egypt.  His parents fled because the king of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/86484096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/86484096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86484096' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-86336015</id><published>2002-12-20T15:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-20T15:59:15.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So it's the holiday season.  Yay.I'm suffering a serious schizo thing about Christmas right now.  The good:My kids, my wife, my family.  I love 'em.  Close friends.  Ditto.  I can't wait to see my kids opening gifts on Christmas morning.  Excitement, happiness etc.  My boys have eyes that will light up.  They have voices to exclaim with joy and laughter.  Their innocence and enthusiam warm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/86336015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/86336015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86336015' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-85603969</id><published>2002-12-06T13:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-06T13:03:10.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You may have seen this, you may not.  I got a big kick out of it.A message from the rural Midwest:Because of misunderstandings that frequently develop when Easterners and Californians cross into states such as Kansas, Iowa, Minnesota, Nebraska,Illinois, Wisconsin, Missouri and the Dakota's, those states' Tourism Councils have adopted a new policy. In an effort to help outsiders understand the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/85603969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/85603969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85603969' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-84926050</id><published>2002-11-22T09:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-22T09:20:32.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can I sue the American Bar Association for destroying my faith in the Justice System?  Sue McDonalds because people (kids) are getting fat?  What the hell happened to common sense in this country?  What happened to responsibility for your own actions?  What about the parents of these kids who were buying them "Happy Meals" 4-7 times a week?  It's this kind of crap that makes me want to move to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/84926050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/84926050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84926050' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-84135947</id><published>2002-11-06T15:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T15:42:31.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There, now you can't complain about the colors.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/84135947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/84135947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84135947' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-84132643</id><published>2002-11-06T14:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T15:42:46.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wanna see some cute kids?  Go here.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/84132643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/84132643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84132643' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-84117767</id><published>2002-11-06T08:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T09:04:16.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A TALE I WILL THEE TELLWith the impending 10th anniversary I have decided to honor previous promises and regale you with the soaring romantic tale of our wedding day.  Keep your hat on.We had been dating for approximately 8 months.  Through the summer where T lived and worked at the Black Hills Playhouse and I lived with my parents and worked for an excavating company (I dig holes, durr!)  We</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/84117767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/84117767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84117767' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-84068342</id><published>2002-11-05T11:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-05T11:26:18.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I voted.  Did you vote yet?  Can't bitch if you don't vote.I was surprised by the number of libertarian candidates on todays ballot.  I wonder if this marks some kind of trend, an end to the 2 party system.  I'm for it I guess, but I like to upset the applecart and am really tired of the partisan buddy-buddy politics.  A little random in the mix should freshen things up a bit.  Maybe Governor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/84068342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/84068342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84068342' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-84058275</id><published>2002-11-05T07:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-05T07:42:48.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A couple of things to mention.   1.  Isn't it funny how you don't notice people getting older when you see them everyday.  T's birthday was last Saturday but I can't help but still see her as the girl she was when we met in college.  (Hubba Hubba!)  I know she's just over 30 and the mother of 3 but she's still my little hotty.  Happy Birthday Baby.On the same track, next Saturday is our 10th </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/84058275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/84058275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84058275' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-83872699</id><published>2002-11-01T07:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T07:39:18.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MMMMmmmm, Snickers fun size bars, breakfast of champion Halloween parents everywhere.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/83872699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/83872699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83872699' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-83769710</id><published>2002-10-30T08:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T08:01:53.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So nobody has much to say about the OmniStar cable optics equipment.  I think I found a customer service email and sent off a letter but no reply as of yet.  I know I have some big dollar items sitting here and they don't do me any good but I don't know what to do with them.  They're pretty specialized I would guess.  The only other suggestion didn't pan out much (Thanks anyway Mike, glad you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/83769710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/83769710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83769710' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-83033094</id><published>2002-10-15T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T16:46:40.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HELP ME!  Does anyone know anything about General Instruments OmniStar equipment?  Why do I ask?  Do I use laser/fiber optic equipment?  NO.  A trucking company that is no longer in business dropped four large boxes off with an order of registers, grilles and diffusers for a large job.  There is no way for us to trace this order that I can find and I can't find anything for General Instruments.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/83033094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/83033094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83033094' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-82974991</id><published>2002-10-14T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T13:43:54.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm thinking about quitting the blog.  I just don't feel like I have much to say of interest and the few who would be interested I'd rather talk to than exchange blog info.   There's interaction missing from my life.   Maybe I'm just suffering from a blue funk, who knows.  But you've got to admit, scintillating this whole thing ain't.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/82974991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/82974991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#82974991' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-82758518</id><published>2002-10-09T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-09T16:30:34.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Like:Trigger Happy TV and Samurai JackRitz Bits S'moresFull Figured WomenCoca ColaGuinnessAC/DCReading to my kidsHalloweenI don't like:Judging Amy or The Bachelor (pig)Skinny chicks who think they're hotPepsiLow Carb BeerAvril LavigneAdvice from non-parentsNational whatever awareness weekpolitical smear campaigns</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/82758518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/82758518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82758518' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-82641840</id><published>2002-10-07T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-07T11:15:23.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My oldest son, heir to the empire, painfully obvious genetic offspring, is five years old today.  Happy Birthday Aiden Ray.  I wish I could give you everything you want today.  You've given me more than I could ever wish for.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/82641840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/82641840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82641840' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-82518261</id><published>2002-10-04T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-04T10:07:31.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I would just like to state that, for the record, I read a bitchin' Dr. Suess.  Really.  I read to my kids every night, it's the last thing before nightnight hugs'n'kisses and we almost never miss it.  I love it.  The boys do too.  If you wan't I'll read to you some time and you can tell me if I'm right.  My favorite is "Fox in Socks" but I do requests as well.  "Brown Bear, Brown Bear What Do You</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/82518261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/82518261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82518261' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-82518074</id><published>2002-10-04T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-04T10:03:27.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To add to the previous post.  Debra Wilson of MAD TV is not as tall as I thought.  She also has a great singing voice if she remembers the words.  I got to sit next to her at the reception.   Another brush with fame for Fontroll.  At the table were: Me (duh), friend Toni (also sans date, we danced a couple times), Amy's friend Bronwyn (a copy writer for Victoria's Secret I believe), Bronwyn's SO,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/82518074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/82518074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82518074' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-82323489</id><published>2002-09-30T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-30T13:37:03.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So.  Isn't 20 days worth waiting for another taste of Fontroll-ish nummyness.  I may be gruff, coarse and cranky on the outside, but inside I'm full of creamy nougat.  You just have to chew awhile to get there.Lots going on lately so I'll try to cover it all.  Pardon any tangents and wandering.Went to LA for Amy's wedding.  'Twas lovely and fun.  I did discover one thing.  That whole "other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/82323489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/82323489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82323489' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-81407226</id><published>2002-09-10T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-10T10:16:59.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A tiny pointless peeve.The white plastic pipe is PVC.  Poly Vinyl Chloride.  The little replaceable valve on you valve cover (or connected to it) in your engine compartment on your car is a PCV valve (Positive Crankcase Ventilation).  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/81407226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/81407226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81407226' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-81156775</id><published>2002-09-04T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-04T16:16:54.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Join the crusade!As a person who once (and still occasionally) considers teaching as a career, this is the sort of thing that boils my ass.  Let's all write calm, well worded letters that explain our dissappointment.    Don't be niggardly in your verbiage, but do be nice, let's not give anyone additional ammo.  OK?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/81156775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/81156775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81156775' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-81149928</id><published>2002-09-04T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-04T13:29:46.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Upside the head with a 2x5Wedding days: Great StoryWedding cakes:  From HyveeHotel rooms:  Not ReallyBeach dunes:  Somewhere elseFootball games:  For HerHurricanes:  Too TropicalSome of you may get my answers, some of you may not.  I'll save my anniversary stories for later.  For right now, go wish Doyce and Jackie many happy returns. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/81149928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/81149928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81149928' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-80820547</id><published>2002-08-28T07:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T08:46:46.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Doyce's 2x5 You're thirsty: Coca ColaYou're hungry: red meatYou're lonely:  very rarelyYou're pissed off:  family businessYou're restless:  do somethingI like this meme.In other news:  I'm a little apprehensive about this trip to LA.  For one thing, I have promised both my sisters I will try sushi with them.  Now, don't misunderstand.  I like oriental food almost always, and I like sea </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/80820547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/80820547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80820547' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-80586629</id><published>2002-08-22T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-22T17:04:44.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I'm getting ready to prepare to go to LA for my sister Amy's wedding.  I'm really excited, I get to drive to Omaha, fly from there to Minneapolis, get on the same flight as my sister Kari and my folks and fly to LA.  Kari's husband Adam is meeting us there, we're renting a mini-van and staying in a hotel.  With all the complications I believe this means I am going to get a hotel room to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/80586629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/80586629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80586629' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-80336751</id><published>2002-08-16T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-16T17:30:11.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two days.  All fittings figured and cut correctly on the plasma table.  All Purchase Orders written, faxed as needed to respective suppliers.  All incoming inventory received and put away.  All checked out inventory documented and assigned to jobs.  Pop and Candy machines in the break room completely restocked (except for the Coke, which I'm about the only one who drinks).  AaaAAand 8, count 'em,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/80336751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/80336751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80336751' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-80200584</id><published>2002-08-13T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-13T15:44:12.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know what sucks?  When your too busy doing your job to do your job.  That sucks.  When you have so many job descriptions that you can't be successful at even one of them.  That sucks.  When you go home feeling like shit because you couldn't get enough done in the day.  That sucks.  When the management that your letting down is family and you get a whole extra level of guilt.  That sucks.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/80200584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/80200584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80200584' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-79553216</id><published>2002-07-29T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T11:21:25.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'M ALIVE!  We have moved to the house and we still live.  No family members mutilated, no children forgotten.  Even my fish are still splashing!  We spent last night in the house.  Our House.  With bedrooms upstairs for the boys and beautiful, BEE YUUU T FULL hardwood floors in the living and dining rooms.  Now we need to hang some doors.  I don't like getting out of the shower and looking out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/79553216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/79553216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79553216' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-79354672</id><published>2002-07-24T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-24T12:38:01.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK kids.  We're down to the wire here.  The hardwood floor guys will have the main floor of the house tied up until Friday (although we have to stay off Saturday too).  The carpeting guys will be upstairs Thursday.  We have to get the duct finished and the gas piping into the waterheater and furnace.  We are moving in this weekend.  Tensions are running a little high.  (A LOT high to be honest)  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/79354672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/79354672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79354672' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-79160851</id><published>2002-07-19T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-19T14:16:02.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, welcome to all who linked hear from Bear's Cave.  Sorry about the colors for those who are bothered.  I'm not much of a compu-geek and thus have still got the original colors from the template.  They work for me. *shrug*  The whole Fontroll thing comes from when I first got my email address at Yahoo (fontroll@yahoo.com if you want to email me).  At the time you could only have 8 letters, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/79160851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/79160851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#79160851' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-79062386</id><published>2002-07-17T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-17T08:26:32.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some A/C words of wisom from a guy in the Industry.If your looking at central air, or a furnace, there is more to the magic metal box in your basement than a name.  Quite honestly, there are only a few manufacturers of furnaces.  Armstrong, Nordyne, GMC, Rheem, Trane, Carrier, Amana.  There are a few no-name's trying to get in there and maybe some I forgot but alot of the no-names you meet will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/79062386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/79062386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#79062386' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-78863349</id><published>2002-07-12T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-12T09:18:12.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey everybody, June 5th was my favorite sister's birthday!  July 1st was my favorite Mother's birthday!  And July 8th was my favorite sister's birthday!  (two sisters, gramatically questionable, chronologically correct, physically safer)  Happy belated birthday immediate family femmes!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/78863349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/78863349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78863349' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-78773259</id><published>2002-07-10T07:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-10T07:42:06.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey all.  Been awhile.  I wish I could take the time to pause and write and tell how my life is and stuff but... a)Most of my life revolves around my kids and the house (which we hope to be in by the end of this month)  and b)I don't have a lot of free time.  See previous.  I've got a minute now though and will attempt to catch up. The fourth was, well, anti-climactic I guess.  We worked on the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/78773259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/78773259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78773259' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-77994548</id><published>2002-06-20T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-20T15:37:41.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Thursday Thumb-Twiddler (thanks ***Dave)1. You receive notification of jury duty. Do you go willingly, or do you try and find some way to beg off (or get yourself disqualified)? What if you were told that the case you were being impaneled for might go on for months?With some trepidition and fear of a long trial, yes, I would still go.  It may eat all of my vacation and/or dip into savings </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/77994548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/77994548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77994548' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-77931229</id><published>2002-06-19T07:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-19T07:33:11.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is something about the fact that I am here first in the morning that gives me a feeling of power.  (See yesterdays post and be afraid!)  I turn on the lights and start the coffee.  Get things ready for the day.  Get any parts that might have been requested out, get my computer turned on.  It's part of my job.  I don't know what this has to do with anything, it just makes me feel good when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/77931229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/77931229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77931229' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-77900681</id><published>2002-06-18T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-18T14:14:32.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Type of Villain are You?mutedfaith.com / &lt;º&gt;I'm really kind of surprised by this.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/77900681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/77900681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77900681' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-77860852</id><published>2002-06-17T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-17T16:17:58.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A startling moment this morning.  I was folding laundry (yes, I do that) between the time that I got out of the shower and time to wake Teresa up.  Around 6ish, I'm up around 5-5:30, and watching tv as I fold.  Channel surfing in my towel, folding clothes to find clean pants.  And I found a video, punky spunky, mildly chunky cutey doing a jazzed up version of a Madonna song.  Bleah!  Madonna!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/77860852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/77860852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77860852' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-77375094</id><published>2002-06-05T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-05T09:25:27.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going to try one of these things.  From "Tuesday Things"1. What song would you say is your "theme song"?Meanstreak - AC/DC2. What song do you want people to play whenever you walk into a room (like a wrestler)?I'm So Bad (Baby I Don't Care) -  Motorhead3. If you could tour with any band still active today, what band would that be?Tenacious D, those guys are twisted.4. Do you play an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/77375094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/77375094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77375094' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-77333104</id><published>2002-06-04T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-04T10:30:18.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't pin-point the moment.  It was somewhen on the drive home from my sister's house.  It had been a long weekend all around and everybody was napping but me.  I was driving.  We had been to my sister's to attend a shower for my other sister from LA.  She's getting married in September.  Teresa had left with my Mom and the kids thursday night.  I didn't drive out until Saturday night with Dad.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/77333104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/77333104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77333104' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-77139808</id><published>2002-05-30T08:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-04T09:36:52.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've decided to cackle and call people "My pretty" today.  Just for the halibut.  Storms last night, I love listening to the rain in bed in the dark, feeling the cool breeze come in the window.  Perfect bonking conditions, but we shan't go there, shan't we.  (I sure as shan't didn't!)  One of the amazing things, I think, about SD is the weather extremes.  Today we are looking at upper 80's to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/77139808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/77139808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77139808' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-77061531</id><published>2002-05-28T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-28T08:18:43.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Updated the movie reviews from earlier.  I wish I had time to go further into detail but I don't.  Plus, I'd rather discuss them than review them.  In other news.  Things is going ok for me.  Still feeling better, nerve damage is healing which causes some funny sensations occasionally.  The roof is almost done thanks to Dad and other relatives (Mom too).  I'm hating not being able to work on it, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/77061531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/77061531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77061531' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-76852296</id><published>2002-05-22T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-22T14:55:13.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey!  I think that worked.  Even though I'm.....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/76852296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/76852296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76852296' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-76852278</id><published>2002-05-22T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-22T14:54:48.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How dumb are you?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/76852278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/76852278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76852278' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-76852178</id><published>2002-05-22T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-22T14:51:59.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yup, chocolate helped.  With hazelnut center.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/76852178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/76852178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76852178' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-76843700</id><published>2002-05-22T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-22T10:55:21.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm feeling a little wookalore-ish today.  (Do you know what a wookalore is?)  Having trouble getting motivated.  I don't know what the deal is, I'm just listless and moody.  Maybe I need a distemper shot or something.  My back is feeling better everyday and I'm weaning myself of the Vicoprophen, but now I'm back at work and I'm having a really hard time giving a damn.  All I end up doing is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/76843700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/76843700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76843700' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-76839236</id><published>2002-05-22T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-22T08:35:25.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>8 men all dressed in black, head to toe black, stocking masks with sunglasses, get out of an unmarked white van with no windows.  They walk half a block to a bus stop sign and stand behind an old women in a floral dress walking a small dog.  They all, one by one, bend over stiffly at the waist, pat the dog twice on the head and then get into the white van when it pulls up.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/76839236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/76839236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76839236' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-76657271</id><published>2002-05-17T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-17T08:38:25.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey everybody, I'm back!  (crickets chirping)Aren't you all glad to see me?(drowsy voice) huh?  You were gone?Yeah, that's what I get for not posting daily, or for weeks at a time for that matter.  So for a little update.The 15th, a friday, I went in for my MRI.  This was a different machine then the one I had my thyroid scan on.  This one was the classic little tunnel.  I hit at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/76657271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/76657271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76657271' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-76345425</id><published>2002-05-09T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-28T08:14:40.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Painkillers + Isolation = FUN FUN FUNSo I'm home again, for another week.  The radiologist has some concerns about the last set of X-rays on my back.  And since my physical therapy has been causing me more pain than healing and the back of my thigh and my heel have both gone numb....here I am.  The doctor did give me some pain pills though so it's more fun than it could be.  If things seem a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/76345425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/76345425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76345425' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-76036944</id><published>2002-05-01T07:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-09T09:41:06.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK, fun stuff.  I have found a new word that I like.  I can rarely if ever use it but I like to say it in my head.  Ramekin.  A little serving container, like a straight sided bowl.  You serve hoity-toity deserts in them.  Ramekin ramekin ramekin ramekin!  Whoo-hoo!  It's just fun to say.On another topic, THE list, in no particular order.1. Rachel Weiss 2. Francesca Annis 3. Caroline Rhea4.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/76036944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/76036944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76036944' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-75814142</id><published>2002-04-25T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-29T10:40:51.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHEEEEE!Remember that pinched nerve I was talking about?  Maybe you do, maybe not, if not, see below.  Anyway, it wasn't just a pinched nerve.  It was a bulged disk.  In my back.  Now I'm involved in physical therapy, anti-inflammatory drugs and a week long course of steroids.  Imagine my ecstacy.  No Tylenol 3, no morphine, no fun stuff, just pain and stupid little exercises.  And strict </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/75814142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/75814142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75814142' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-75595381</id><published>2002-04-19T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-19T14:35:17.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HA!  That fixed the whole "to wide to read comfortably" thing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/75595381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/75595381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_04_14_archive.html#75595381' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-75546562</id><published>2002-04-18T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-18T13:56:26.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bring out the GimpApparently, I have pinched a nerve.  It may be my sciatic, it may not be.  I do know that it is the main nerve that runs from my spine, through my left cheek, to my left leg.   I know this because everything from the small of my back down and to the left (kinda like Kennedy!) hurts.  Alot.  From my left knee down it feels just like after you finally move enough to let the blood</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/75546562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/75546562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_04_14_archive.html#75546562' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-75297101</id><published>2002-04-11T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-11T16:01:58.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is this thing way to wide for comfortable reading or is it me?  If it is, could someone with a clue tell me how to fix it?  I hate the thought of people checking on this only to grumble about how damn inconvenient it is to read having to shift back and forth every line like a Wimbledon line judge.  That's one of the things that really bothers me.  I don't know computers.  I can use one, yeah.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/75297101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/75297101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75297101' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-75257220</id><published>2002-04-10T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-10T15:11:28.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To continue with the underground dream theme.  Last night or the night before I dreamt that a small hole in my yard near the curb started widening in a rainstorm.  I noticed it in the morning getting ready to go to work and kicked at it, more dirt crumbled into the hole.  I was worried because I didn't want my kids to trip in the little hole, then I didn't want them to fall in the big hole.  Only</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/75257220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/75257220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75257220' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-75203835</id><published>2002-04-09T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-10T13:07:58.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, can anyone tell me what the hell dreams of falling into strange underground realms mean?Seriously.  A couple of days ago I had a dream about my old high school.  (Tulare Jr./Sr. High, Tulare, SD pop. 250 {I had a graduating class of 8})  I was down in the basement beneath the band room.  There is a bizzare maze of little storage rooms, hardly used.  (that much is true)  Some of the better </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/75203835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/75203835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75203835' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-75171697</id><published>2002-04-08T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-09T08:01:53.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah, once again, it's been awhile.  Deal with it.  Want to know what's going on before my sporadic monthly installments of the adventures of boring blue collar daddy man?  Try email, snail mail, call me, or just stop on by.Digivirg digital virgil digivirg is a nutcase!  Change into digital Virgil to change your virgilish world!Virgimon, digivirg to......Workermon!Narrator:  Workermon, with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/75171697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/75171697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75171697' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-10985327</id><published>2002-03-21T16:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-03-21T16:57:35.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And the verdict is....a totaly benign goiter!  Congratulations to me.  What does this mean my little goitermaniacs?  It means I get to take hormone therapy for 4 months.  Luckily, my doctor, when he found out my healthcare doesn't have a pharmacy plan, gave me a months worth of samples, and told me to call back for more before I go fill the prescription.  We are going to supply my body with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/10985327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/10985327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10985327' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-10002415</id><published>2002-02-22T08:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-02-26T10:43:21.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Explanations - or, a few things you need to know before you start freaking out.Item firstus - I'm OK.  Really.  I feel good.  My most serious health hazard is cutting some integral part of me off in the sheet metal shop because of lack of sleep due to a teething baby.  As far as I can find out, your thyroid doesn't do much of anything.  It does have something to do with appetites, which may </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/10002415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/10002415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#10002415' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-9894265</id><published>2002-02-19T13:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-02-19T13:39:49.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For those of you who may be wondering.  I am still alive.  Not much new to relay really.  I have a month until the dye in my system from the CT scan is cleared so they can do an MRI on the lumps on my thyroid gland.  They found those when they did the chest Xrays for pnuemonia, which I had.  Actually they noticed a thickening in my peri-tracheal lining.  Turned out that that was just normal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/9894265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/9894265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#9894265' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-9002092</id><published>2002-01-24T08:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-24T08:16:50.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are changes that a person goes through after being married for a while.  Changes that you wouldn't suspect until, one evening, in a blinding flash, you realize you are watching the PBS special about Bob Fossey and not only kind of enjoying it, YOU KNOW A LOT OF THE WORDS!   Your singing along to a musical!  This will cause you to put the laundry you were folding down and think for a minute,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/9002092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/9002092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#9002092' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-8816283</id><published>2002-01-18T09:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-18T09:58:01.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can anyone tell me why I am totally digging on the "Gorillaz" CD?  I bought it on a whim because I heard "Clint Eastwood" once and now I'm addicted to the whole thing.  I don't even know what kind of music it could be classified as....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/8816283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/8816283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8816283' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-8815499</id><published>2002-01-18T09:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-18T09:26:43.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm alive.   The holidays are over.  The only thing we have to look forward to is being consumed and shat out by the great grey beast of February into the hopelessly distant sunshine of March.  Of course, valentines day is in there somewhere, along with the baseless dream that my wife may someday figure out that I bought her those thong undies because I really DO want to see her in them....  To</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/8815499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/8815499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8815499' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-8101186</id><published>2001-12-21T09:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-12-21T09:26:40.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>By the pricking of my thumbs.....Hey everybody, my sister is in town!   The one from LA who does special effects.  I just can't wait to hear about how her residual checks have started coming in from her work on Jurassic Park III, how exciting!  And then there is the added big news about how her live-in boyfriend finally proposed!  Oh boy!  He's a writer for an emmy nominated (previously) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/8101186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/8101186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#8101186' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-7932622</id><published>2001-12-14T14:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-12-14T14:08:06.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If I have to listen to that whiner-butt sing about how it's not easy being superman one more time I'm going to hunt him down and slap the craptonite out of him!  Frigging weasel.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/7932622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/7932622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_12_09_archive.html#7932622' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-7665369</id><published>2001-12-05T09:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-12-05T09:20:26.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So it's been awhile, piss off.I have a permit to carry a concealed weapon.  (That's not a threat, thought I should clarify after the tone of the first sentence.)  But I do have a state of SD permit to carry concealed, which is silly really as I don't have any concealable guns.  It's hard to hide a Mossberg 12guage no matter how baggy your pants are.  The reason I bring it up actually, is that I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/7665369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/7665369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_12_02_archive.html#7665369' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-7272893</id><published>2001-11-20T13:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-20T13:44:19.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn it's hard to keep up with the world.  Doyce is in the hospital with some kind of mystery disease.  He's getting better but still, scary.  Jon is in the middle of a life changing type crisis.  To you both, hang in there.As for me, the house progresses, slowly but surely.  We are almost to the "construction" phase, as opposed to the "destruction" phase which was very dirty.  It is now a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/7272893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/7272893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7272893' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-6991017</id><published>2001-11-09T07:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-09T07:43:17.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>9 years today.  Doesn't feel like 9.  That's damn near a decade.  I don't remember what life was like before that, although I seem to remember a lot of loneliness, angst and despair.  I don't feel that way anymore.  For 9 years I have had a best friend with me always.  A best friend with soft hands and great boobs, a wicked wit and warm smile.  Who laughs at me and helps me laugh at myself.  I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/6991017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/6991017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#6991017' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-6909929</id><published>2001-11-06T07:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-06T07:53:36.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I got LINKED!  By a 6'5" redheaded Amazon Sex Goddes.  Just because I, well, sang is a pretty generous word for it, but, sent a .wav file anyway to Jodi.  She's a friend of my sister and I read her blog and she was feeling a little down about relationships and stuff so, I sang her "someday my prince will come"  in my own very special way.  You can well imagine.  She thought it was funny, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/6909929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/6909929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#6909929' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-6885350</id><published>2001-11-05T11:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-05T11:44:27.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>M-A-S  - 'es I have a penis!C-U-L   - 'ell of a thing to have!I-N-I-T-Y.....   There is something to be said for walking into a building at 8am with a hammer and pipe wrench and other implements of destruction, and walking out at 9pm covered with dirt and grime.  Leaving behind a pile of neatly stacked pipes that had once been connected to cast iron radiators.  The radiators are all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/6885350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/6885350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#6885350' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-6587842</id><published>2001-10-24T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-10-24T15:06:00.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is snowing.  I am not in my happy place right now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/6587842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/6587842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6587842' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-6586395</id><published>2001-10-24T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-10-24T14:04:50.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a mug warmer in my office.  Don't give me any shit about it.  When your office is a window away from being a closet in the back of a sheet metal shop, it's nice to have a hot cup of joe all the time.  My coffee cup is an industial sized one, about 1 liter. The problem, which ties into my little story, is that if you leave it for too long, it is literally mud when you get to it.  Hot, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/6586395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/6586395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6586395' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-6558563</id><published>2001-10-23T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-10-23T13:57:08.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DO YOU WANT TO BE A GOD?Just for a minute, just to one little kid who is waiting (im)patiently for Mom to quit yacking to the check out person?  As you walk out of Menards (or any store with those big double wide sliding people sensing doors)  Catch the kid's eye and just as you hit the limit of the sensors say in a loud, commanding voice: "Open, I command Thee to Open!"  Throw in some apropos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/6558563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/6558563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6558563' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-6550598</id><published>2001-10-23T07:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-10-23T07:58:35.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whew!  That's all I got to say.  (Well, maybe a little more than just 'Whew!')  We got the radio tower site taken care of, scared the bejeezus out of one of the guys who rode with me to the site.  I'm used to doing 60 on a gravel road, that's where I learned to drive.  He wasn't really used to the floaty feeling of rolling tires on rolling gravel, I think he was ready for a rolling rock by the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/6550598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/6550598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6550598' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-6458078</id><published>2001-10-19T08:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-10-19T08:13:21.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK folks, wish my butt luck.  Today we get to deliver and install a 1000lb selfcontained unit to a radio tower site.  That means no forklift, no crane, no nothing.  Just me and probably 4-5 other guys grunting and being manly.  The bad thing is that I am old enough to know the mortality of my own back.  This is gonna hurt.  Maybe I'll be ok.  I have been doing the manly thing all week since we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/6458078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/6458078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6458078' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-6438372</id><published>2001-10-18T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-10-18T13:21:35.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, my baby boy Logan has thrush.  What is thrush some of you may ask.  Sort of a yeast infection of the mouth.  When all you eat is baby formula, your liable to get bacteria buildup.  Not a biggy, has some cold like symptoms but he's still sleeping until 4:30am.  The fun thing is that we get to give him thrush medication.  It's called violet gentian.  It's purple.  Dark purple.  Ceasar's robes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/6438372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/6438372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6438372' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-6293068</id><published>2001-10-12T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-10-12T13:42:01.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HEY!  You!  Yeah, YOU!  Stop sending me the sappy chain-letter prayers, half-assed patriotic tirades, semi-amusing Arab belittling cartoons, stupid small minded jokes or insipid/inspirational yet lame assed digitally enhanced pictures.  Of course the Afghanis hate us, as well as Pakistanis, Iraqis etc.  We're a bunch of nattering half wits with no honor and no pride.  We have so much food that we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/6293068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/6293068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_10_07_archive.html#6293068' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-6292117</id><published>2001-10-12T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-10-12T12:57:40.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have actually got a lot to say.  I just don't know where to start.  The first thing that pops into my head is the fact that I have a major schtieffen because we have signed the purchase agreement on a house, er, fixer-upper, well, shack really.  BUT a shack with a lot of potential.  It's just that a hermit lived there (we get those in small town SD) for many years and it is realllly run down </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/6292117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/6292117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_10_07_archive.html#6292117' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-6270952</id><published>2001-10-11T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-10-11T16:05:22.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes!  Over a week this time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/6270952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/6270952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_10_07_archive.html#6270952' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-6055771</id><published>2001-10-02T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-10-02T08:08:52.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey!  Know what?  It's been over a damn week since I posted to this thing again.  Is it because I don't have anything to say?  Is it because nothing is happening in my life?  Am I just a boring, hum-drum, run of the mill, lower middle class blue collar slob with 3 kids in a small midwest town?  Mmmmmm could be.  Or I could just be kinda sorta busy and haven't had a chance to blog.  The office got</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/6055771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/6055771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_09_30_archive.html#6055771' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-5886302</id><published>2001-09-24T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-09-24T14:37:17.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, as my buddy Jon put it, I'm back from getting "snipped".  It's not as bad as I thought it would be, after the two tabs of Valium a half hour before I went in (by perscription) and whatever he gave me interveinously once I got on the table, I was fine.  Juuuuuussst fiiinne!  I even asked to see the bits of tube he cut out.  Now that I'm straightened back out I just feel like I got kneed in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/5886302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/5886302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_09_23_archive.html#5886302' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-5885961</id><published>2001-09-24T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-09-24T14:25:28.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you ever come out of a store, any store, and looked across the parking lot because your eye was drawn to the glimmer of sun on lycra?  Something possibly booty-licious glinting in the sun.  And as you make your way across the black top to your own vehicle you keep glancing, trying not to stare to see just how hot this morsel might be.  She's wearing a red blazer/sport coat (I love ladies in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/5885961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/5885961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_09_23_archive.html#5885961' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-5523534</id><published>2001-09-06T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-09-06T15:15:51.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know, I used to consider myself pretty liberal, but today I heard somebody rambling about Timothy McVeigh and the death penalty and I got all fired up.  Dammit folks, we're not killing people to teach people not to kill (as your smug litte bumper sticker suggests)  We kill people to keep them from killing anymore.  Is revenge part of it?  DAMN SKIPPY!  Let's face it, we are all just one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/5523534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/5523534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_09_02_archive.html#5523534' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-5502970</id><published>2001-09-05T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-09-05T16:03:58.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Would you say I have eclectic musical tastes if you looked in my cd drawer and found the following:  Ken Burn's Jazz - Dave Brubeck, House of Pain, AC/DC - Stiff Upper Lip, Grateful Dead - In the Dark, O' Brother Where Art Thou soundtrack, The best of Warren Zevon - A Quiet Normal Life, The Reverend Horton Heat - Liquor in the Front, Gwar - Scumdogs of the Universe, Music from the motion picture </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/5502970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/5502970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_09_02_archive.html#5502970' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-5477544</id><published>2001-09-04T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-09-06T15:17:05.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I made a mistake the other day.  I went to Walmart in a human-hating mood.  I was looking at people's skulls.  No, I wasn't going down the psycho-path.  I was just noticing their bone structures beneath their hair.  The cheek bones and eye sockets etc.  I have to say this.  I thank God for my bright eyed baby boys, all three of them.  Because if it weren't for them, I would seriously start to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/5477544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/5477544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_09_02_archive.html#5477544' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-5477377</id><published>2001-09-04T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-09-04T11:16:33.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God DAMN!  It has been nearly a month since I posted to this thing.  I meant to post to it daily, at least weekly.  I have posted to Beer in the Garage a couple of time since.  Probably only because Doyce and Jon were there and I wanted to converse (so to speak) with somebody.  It just shows you how much a new baby can throw of your schedule.  That and having your mother in law crash your home </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/5477377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/5477377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_09_02_archive.html#5477377' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-4969152</id><published>2001-08-07T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-08-07T22:40:20.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, and Rooba I have seen you dance and, buddy, you are not, a sexy, sexy man.  Sorry.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/4969152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/4969152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_08_05_archive.html#4969152' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-4969051</id><published>2001-08-07T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-08-07T22:34:49.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh yeah, and, hey everybody, I think the doctor is going to induce T into labor Thursday 8-9-01, so I may or may not be around much for awhile.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/4969051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/4969051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_08_05_archive.html#4969051' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-4968967</id><published>2001-08-07T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-08-07T22:29:56.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, quick little tirade/taunt for the only two people who read this.  One really nice thing about being the parts manager for the little company I work for (AKA Dad) is that occasionally salesmen try to woo you.  That includes being taken out for dinner.  This evening I got taken out to the Highland Laddie which is a local brew-pub.  I had an 18oz ribeye.  It was PERFECT, medium rare, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/4968967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/4968967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_08_05_archive.html#4968967' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-4968606</id><published>2001-08-07T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-08-07T22:09:48.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's getting worse!  For some reason, unfathomable by man, my ears have decided that, in this extremely hot weather, the best thing to do would be to grow a luxurious pelt of inch long bristles.  They match the sudden crop of Thufir Hawat style brow fringes that I have got going on.  At least one nice thing, my hairline still starts just behind my eyebrows.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/4968606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/4968606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_08_05_archive.html#4968606' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-4948132</id><published>2001-08-06T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-08-06T21:35:16.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When did I become a "sir"?  Dammit!  Don't call me sir!  I tipped four bucks to the pizza delivery guy, because I was once a shmendrick in a corporate polo-type shirt too.  He called me sir.  Dammit.   I was once cool!  OK, maybe not cool, but I was notable and definitely not respectable.  I had a mohawk!  I wore little round blue mirror shades and a mohawk and scared little old ladies at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/4948132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/4948132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_08_05_archive.html#4948132' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-4863868</id><published>2001-08-01T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-08-01T22:29:13.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK, maybe it's the fact that I haven't, er, *ahem* gotten any lately, or maybe it's the fact that it's been hotter than two weasels fucking in a wool sock around here for the past week, or it could be the fact that the baby my wife is carrying (see above about not getting any, it's my own damn fault) the baby has turned breach which means my wife could have to have a c-section, or at least have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/4863868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/4863868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_07_29_archive.html#4863868' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-4569182</id><published>2001-07-16T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-16T17:12:32.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sorry.  It's like an illness, a cancer.  It eats at my vitals.  Like bad chicken, I've got to vomit it forth or I'll never begin healing.  (Not that there's a lot of hope for that at this late stage).  Anyway, here it is.If a major fast-food chain started carrying Cajun style dishes and got the 7 foot tall center of the Philidelphia 76'ers to endorse it, would we soon be seeing ads with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/4569182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/4569182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_07_15_archive.html#4569182' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-4461425</id><published>2001-07-09T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-09T22:35:40.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On rereading my own posts I realize that I derailed my train of thought on an earlier tirade.  I had originally started out bemoaning the status of the spouse of a pregnant person.  I want to continue on that because I think somebody needs to say it and lord knows I wasn't ready for what happened.Let me begin by saying for the record that when I was in school there was no sex ed.  On a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/4461425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/4461425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_07_08_archive.html#4461425' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-4411766</id><published>2001-07-06T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-06T13:57:12.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The strange combination of operating a plasma table, listening to the music of Monty Python's Flying Circus, and eating Jolly Ranchers and Tootsie Rolls (a molotov tootsie pop) can skew the viewpoint of even the most hardened sugar junkie.  I found this to be hillarious and disturbing.  My 4th of July holiday was, well, strange.  I got together with an old high school friend and, being now of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/4411766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/4411766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_07_01_archive.html#4411766' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-4266408</id><published>2001-06-27T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-27T09:31:11.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you realize that right now, probably within a mile of you, very ugly people are engaging in sex.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/4266408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/4266408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_06_24_archive.html#4266408' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-4259469</id><published>2001-06-26T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-26T21:41:03.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I originally decided to give this a try I vowed to try to post something everynight.  It's been a week since my last post.  Does this mean nothing is happening in my life.  No.  Does this mean I won't be keeping up with my previously self-imposed schedule?  Maybe.  Does this mean that this is going to be another long and generally boring post. Yup.  My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/4259469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/4259469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_06_24_archive.html#4259469' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-4150950</id><published>2001-06-19T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-19T22:27:42.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have come to hate the show Judging Amy the way some people hate creamed spinach or the music of the late John Denver.  It's like Ally MacBeal (however the hell you spell it).  A bunch of neurotic whiners too wrapped up in themselves to step outside and realize that their problems don't amount to a pile of cowflops.  And watching Cagney (or Lacey, whichever) swap spit with some old guy that I've</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/4150950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/4150950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_06_17_archive.html#4150950' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059799.post-4150839</id><published>2001-06-19T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-19T22:20:07.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The things that you really need to know about pregnancy they don't tell you.  At least they never tell the guys about anyway.  Hell, when I was in school they didn't tell us anything.  But what they don't tell you is that, generally, it sucks.  You may see on TV the emotional rollercoaster thing with a sobbing Mrs. one minute, laughing the next, and horny at 3 am.  It's not entirely true.  The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/4150839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059799/posts/default/4150839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fontroll.blogspot.com/2001_06_17_archive.html#4150839' title=''/><author><name>Fontroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06674125850876983565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
