<?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-5213330956707655637</id><updated>2011-06-20T11:40:43.259-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Duck's take of the day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213330956707655637/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Duck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7idncpQ4-O0/Tf9p8KqFFTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/MGXCzgEHQh8/s220/viva_la_ukulele2_1_1%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213330956707655637.post-2738541704388217465</id><published>2009-03-06T13:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:03:33.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger shame?</title><summary type='text'>Question:  Assuming you're reading this and are a fellow "blogger", do your friends know about this little thing you do?  The most I'll really ever tell someone if it comes up in conversation is "I have a blog", but I'll never give out a URL or anything else that would identify it.  I think some old coworkers of mine know about my blog, but they either don't read it or they lurk...  My mom has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/feeds/2738541704388217465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/2009/03/blogger-shame.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213330956707655637/posts/default/2738541704388217465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213330956707655637/posts/default/2738541704388217465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/2009/03/blogger-shame.html' title='Blogger shame?'/><author><name>Duck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7idncpQ4-O0/Tf9p8KqFFTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/MGXCzgEHQh8/s220/viva_la_ukulele2_1_1%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUrMnlALBhE/SbFoZDIQ-9I/AAAAAAAAAUI/UZQ5Debij5o/s72-c/blog_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213330956707655637.post-4853717751923679927</id><published>2009-03-02T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:46:06.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill your TV</title><summary type='text'>I have something to confess.  I used to be an absolute TV addict.  It didn't matter if there was anything I wanted to watch or not, I'd plop my ass down in front of the idiot box and listen to my brain cells wink out of existence as I watched various reality shows.  I at least partially blame this sort of behavior on my upbringing.  Watching TV has always just sort of been my default activity.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/feeds/4853717751923679927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/2009/03/kill-your-tv.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213330956707655637/posts/default/4853717751923679927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213330956707655637/posts/default/4853717751923679927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/2009/03/kill-your-tv.html' title='Kill your TV'/><author><name>Duck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7idncpQ4-O0/Tf9p8KqFFTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/MGXCzgEHQh8/s220/viva_la_ukulele2_1_1%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUrMnlALBhE/SawfOskXTOI/AAAAAAAAAUA/sjeN123L7nw/s72-c/broken_tv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213330956707655637.post-3528947372915093686</id><published>2009-02-28T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:46:31.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snopes is your friend</title><summary type='text'>I got an email at work the other day that really ticked me off.  It was some sort of email petition to let our various congressmen and women know that we Americans are not pleased about them giving social security benefits to illegal immigrants.  It had a little blurb in the beginning that laid out the "details" that we're all supposed to be enraged about, and asked the readers of it to add their</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/feeds/3528947372915093686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/2009/02/snopes-is-your-friend.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213330956707655637/posts/default/3528947372915093686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213330956707655637/posts/default/3528947372915093686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/2009/02/snopes-is-your-friend.html' title='Snopes is your friend'/><author><name>Duck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7idncpQ4-O0/Tf9p8KqFFTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/MGXCzgEHQh8/s220/viva_la_ukulele2_1_1%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUrMnlALBhE/SalXUe8xDHI/AAAAAAAAAT4/T30gY4keQa8/s72-c/snopes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213330956707655637.post-5155082836085179685</id><published>2009-02-26T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:20:19.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Lint</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, weird name for a post maybe, but I just wanted to share a couple of weird made up things that are on my mind.  Cleaning out the ol' mental lint trap you know.Exhibit A -  Fuffle.  What is a fuffle you ask?  Well, my daughter was playing a video game the other day that had someone named Curfuffle, and she asked what a curfuffle was.  Much to her delight, I told her that when you fart into a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/feeds/5155082836085179685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/2009/02/brain-lint.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213330956707655637/posts/default/5155082836085179685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213330956707655637/posts/default/5155082836085179685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/2009/02/brain-lint.html' title='Brain Lint'/><author><name>Duck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7idncpQ4-O0/Tf9p8KqFFTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/MGXCzgEHQh8/s220/viva_la_ukulele2_1_1%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUrMnlALBhE/SacQbse2mCI/AAAAAAAAATw/n8isArIFObk/s72-c/Fluff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213330956707655637.post-1506064302617565937</id><published>2009-02-24T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:51:36.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam Carolla is now a podcaster</title><summary type='text'>Maybe you heard the news about Adam Carolla's morning radio show getting cancelled.  Maybe you didn't.  Maybe you didn't know he had a morning radio show and was the Howard Stern "replacement".  Maybe you know all this and you don't care.  Maybe you don't even know who Adam Carolla is.  Maybe you're getting sick of me starting sentences with the word maybe.  Well, I at least knew he had a radio </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/feeds/1506064302617565937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/2009/02/adam-carolla-is-now-podcaster.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213330956707655637/posts/default/1506064302617565937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213330956707655637/posts/default/1506064302617565937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/2009/02/adam-carolla-is-now-podcaster.html' title='Adam Carolla is now a podcaster'/><author><name>Duck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7idncpQ4-O0/Tf9p8KqFFTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/MGXCzgEHQh8/s220/viva_la_ukulele2_1_1%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vUrMnlALBhE/SaQTd5-15tI/AAAAAAAAATg/i0aVL1xeaZg/s72-c/carolla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213330956707655637.post-5613011299931842088</id><published>2009-02-20T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:46:57.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet, Sweet Brandi Carlile</title><summary type='text'>Ladies and gentlemen, I humbly submit the beautiful person pictured above for your appreciation.  That happens to be Brandi Carlile, and she's well worth your time if you enjoy listening to excellent songwriters performing excellent songs with excellent voices, excellently.  Someone please get me a thesaurus...Basically what I'm trying to say is that I think she's swell and you should listen to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/feeds/5613011299931842088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweet-sweet-brandi-carlile.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213330956707655637/posts/default/5613011299931842088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213330956707655637/posts/default/5613011299931842088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweet-sweet-brandi-carlile.html' title='Sweet, Sweet Brandi Carlile'/><author><name>Duck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7idncpQ4-O0/Tf9p8KqFFTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/MGXCzgEHQh8/s220/viva_la_ukulele2_1_1%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUrMnlALBhE/SZ7IHVdURDI/AAAAAAAAATY/64iNGrsk4u4/s72-c/brandi' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213330956707655637.post-400663170982061053</id><published>2009-02-19T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:06:11.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Need to lose weight?</title><summary type='text'>Have you seen this ad?  Of course you have, they're impossible to avoid on the interwebs these days.  Ugh.  In preparation for today's blog post, I actually clicked on a few of these to see what they were all about.  All I could figure was that acai berries were somehow involved, and most people think this is a scam of sorts.  I figured it was a scam, if for no other reason than you simply don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/feeds/400663170982061053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/2009/02/need-to-lose-weight.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213330956707655637/posts/default/400663170982061053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213330956707655637/posts/default/400663170982061053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/2009/02/need-to-lose-weight.html' title='Need to lose weight?'/><author><name>Duck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7idncpQ4-O0/Tf9p8KqFFTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/MGXCzgEHQh8/s220/viva_la_ukulele2_1_1%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUrMnlALBhE/SZ1XwzwJ0AI/AAAAAAAAASw/LDKVYkWMoss/s72-c/weightloss5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213330956707655637.post-7213399741419557495</id><published>2009-02-18T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:00:01.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh oh</title><summary type='text'>  OK, now I'm officially worried about the economy. Apparently even Google is shutting down some new development projects. Actually, I just read that article again, and I retract my original statement. I'm not sure that I am worried after all. Well, at least I'm not any more worried than I was before reading the article anyway. I think we're in an interesting time right now for businesses. If </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/feeds/7213399741419557495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/2009/02/uh-oh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213330956707655637/posts/default/7213399741419557495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213330956707655637/posts/default/7213399741419557495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/2009/02/uh-oh.html' title='Uh oh'/><author><name>Duck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7idncpQ4-O0/Tf9p8KqFFTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/MGXCzgEHQh8/s220/viva_la_ukulele2_1_1%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUrMnlALBhE/SZtKBQqKxwI/AAAAAAAAASo/74OSRLASdKI/s72-c/economy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213330956707655637.post-5719715522102463134</id><published>2009-02-17T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T08:00:00.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lincoln Walks at Midnight</title><summary type='text'>I'm a bit late on writing about the various holidays that are going by it seems, but at least I'm writing huh?  Today's topic is inspired by Presidents Day.That picture you see up there is of a statue that sits directly in front of the state capitol in what is currently my hometown of Charleston, West Virginia.  In case you weren't aware, West Virginia is the only state to have been created by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/feeds/5719715522102463134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/2009/02/lincoln-walks-at-midnight.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213330956707655637/posts/default/5719715522102463134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213330956707655637/posts/default/5719715522102463134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/2009/02/lincoln-walks-at-midnight.html' title='Lincoln Walks at Midnight'/><author><name>Duck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7idncpQ4-O0/Tf9p8KqFFTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/MGXCzgEHQh8/s220/viva_la_ukulele2_1_1%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUrMnlALBhE/SZoSkOmBI4I/AAAAAAAAASc/JAukhe47iAo/s72-c/lincoln.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213330956707655637.post-7107839229777607863</id><published>2009-02-16T10:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:32:06.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><summary type='text'>Valentine's Day.    I've found that people generally fall into one of two main camps regarding this particular holiday:  1. They love Valentine's Day.  They love the idea of giving/receiving candy and flowers and sexual favors and general special treatment on the 14th of February.  What a glorious day this is.  They're in love, they're in love, and they don't care who knows it!  2.  They hate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/feeds/7107839229777607863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213330956707655637/posts/default/7107839229777607863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213330956707655637/posts/default/7107839229777607863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Duck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7idncpQ4-O0/Tf9p8KqFFTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/MGXCzgEHQh8/s220/viva_la_ukulele2_1_1%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213330956707655637.post-2869870948998110181</id><published>2009-02-15T10:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:55:54.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello and Welcome</title><summary type='text'>Well hi there.  This is blog attempt number three for me, and you know what they say about the number three.  Let's hope it's a magic number and/or a charm, and not the third wheel variety, or like the naughty thing you did with two of your "friends" when you had way too much to drink and will never speak of again (unless you have way too much to drink again which, let's face it, is pretty likely</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/feeds/2869870948998110181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-and-welcome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213330956707655637/posts/default/2869870948998110181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213330956707655637/posts/default/2869870948998110181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nscafe1.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-and-welcome.html' title='Hello and Welcome'/><author><name>Duck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7idncpQ4-O0/Tf9p8KqFFTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/MGXCzgEHQh8/s220/viva_la_ukulele2_1_1%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
