<?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-6112711</id><updated>2011-06-08T02:34:20.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The LLama Butchers</title><subtitle type='html'>Meaty, woolly, snippy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506198666992839137</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>2499</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112711.post-109253950186410610</id><published>2004-08-14T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T23:11:41.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's official....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109253950186410610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109253950186410610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109253950186410610' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506198666992839137</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-6112711.post-109251680882665577</id><published>2004-08-14T16:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T16:53:28.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Confessions of a Link Whore; or, Blogger's Been Bery Bery Good to MePost number twenty four hundred and ninety-seven.  Hard to freaking believe.  I started about a dozen blogs that never lasted a day before I hit on the Llamabutchers forumula:  having a steady and reliable co-author in Robb-O.  On our best days, we've got this weird Vladimir Horowitz/Jerry Lee Lewis thing going which is a lot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109251680882665577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109251680882665577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109251680882665577' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506198666992839137</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-6112711.post-109251568904063849</id><published>2004-08-14T16:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T16:34:49.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No particular title for this postI've been away from the blog since Tuesday, and our old pal INDCent Bill is having fun razzing my laziness in the comments section of the last post.  Fair enough, and quite in keeping with the usual back and forth banter via email, but there's been a whole lot of stuff going on that I just want to unload in one post.First is that I hate August.  Hate's perhaps</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109251568904063849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109251568904063849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109251568904063849' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506198666992839137</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-6112711.post-109218314266239989</id><published>2004-08-10T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T20:14:59.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm taking the risk here of Jello Biafra coming to my house personally and kicking my assThe beatings I'm willing to take to keep you guys happy![Note to INDCent Bill and other youngsters:  a long, long, time ago in a place far, far away, there was this really cool punk band named the Dead Kennedys.....]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109218314266239989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109218314266239989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109218314266239989' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506198666992839137</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-6112711.post-109215435187919842</id><published>2004-08-10T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T12:12:31.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Llama Vacation BloggingOkay, this is post #2495, so I'll let Steve-O turn over the meter, thereby inaugurating our move to the new digs. I'd only ask Steve to remember that we've blogrolled a bunch of new folks since he last played over there, so we probably need to redo the new blogroll. (And I still owe some new names, as well.)Gosh, is it Tuesday already? Time flies. My exit Friday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109215435187919842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109215435187919842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109215435187919842' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109205530364419475</id><published>2004-08-09T08:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T11:58:09.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Interesting daysRobbo won't like the analogy, but are we witnessing the Battle of Atlanta and the beginning of the March to the Sea phase of the War on Terror?  (I use that analogy because of the relevance of the Battle of Atlanta to the election of 1864.)YIPS! from Robbo - You wrong me. In fact, I like the analogy a lot. Not only because I think it's apt, but also because my great, great </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109205530364419475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109205530364419475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109205530364419475' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506198666992839137</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-6112711.post-109188708982533667</id><published>2004-08-07T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T09:58:09.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GO THUNDERBIRDS! Or, do your best impression of a dead Chicagoan voting for JFK I in 1960INDCent Bill points us to this German poll about the election:  visit and visit often, stuff the damn little ballot box.  (Bush is up 58% to 33% at the moment).  Meaningless? Absolutely.  Designed to drive Peter Jennings nuts?  Absolutely.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109188708982533667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109188708982533667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109188708982533667' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506198666992839137</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-6112711.post-109188662573755924</id><published>2004-08-07T09:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T09:50:25.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Post number twenty four hundred and ninety oneOne of the new little features blogger has installed is the post number indicator, which I guess is useful if you are busting out a steven den beste sort of jag and need to track down quickly what was that pithy quote on your piece about how Japanese anime when viewed backwards and upside down sheds light on the neo-Jacksonian strategy shift of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109188662573755924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109188662573755924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109188662573755924' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506198666992839137</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-6112711.post-109181855381603912</id><published>2004-08-06T14:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T14:55:53.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Set The Way-Back Machine, Sherman!Sheila has another question for us. If you had a Time Machine, what five times  and/or places in history would you like to go visit?Here are some of mine, right off the top of my head and in no particular order:-Augustan Rome-London and Vienna in the 1780's/90's. (Amongst other things, I would go to every single Mozart and Haydn concert I could)-The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109181855381603912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109181855381603912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109181855381603912' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109181354820929432</id><published>2004-08-06T13:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T11:32:09.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Friday Political Hot-Button MemeI've seen this both at Impenetrable Prose and Reflections in D minor. If all the cool kids are doing it, I've got to jump in:1. I have never voted for a Democrat in my life. Not true. We used to live down the street from the senior Donk in the Virginia House of Delegates. A real nice guy - I used to chat about gardening with him. One year, the Republican </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109181354820929432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109181354820929432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109181354820929432' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109180863754194266</id><published>2004-08-06T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T12:10:37.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Llama Senior Week - Zero HourWell, it's getting on towards time for me to finally clear out of my office. What is politely deemed my "exit interview" is scheduled for 2:00 pm. In the meantime, there's not that much else for me to do except cart a few posters down to my car. I was trying again to figure out why I am so tired last evening and it finally sank in on me that, on top of everything </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109180863754194266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109180863754194266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109180863754194266' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109180639815371710</id><published>2004-08-06T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T11:33:18.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This Is SmartDubya takes a few steps to the side of the Swift Boat Veterans For Truth and their ad blitz against Kerry's Vietnam service. But even better, the White House takes the opportunity to bash all so-called 527 Groups, outfits that operate within the loopholes of campaign finance regulations. Most of these organizations, like MoveOn.org, are rabidly anti-Bush. Jeff at Shape of Days </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109180639815371710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109180639815371710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109180639815371710' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109180485823831664</id><published>2004-08-06T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T11:07:38.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Crack Young Staff"? Just like anyone else who appreciates good taste and rapier-like wit, I make a point of reading the Hatemonger's Quarterly every day. Not only are the HMQ's postings loaded down to the Plimsoll mark with generous helpings of said taste and wit, they are (or have been) a bright beacon to me in the otherwise stormy and fog-bound sea of Youth Politics. Surely, I have thought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109180485823831664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109180485823831664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109180485823831664' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109180133739539757</id><published>2004-08-06T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T10:08:57.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spoiled Brat PoliticsThe ever-superb Victor David Hanson. You know what to do.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109180133739539757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109180133739539757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109180133739539757' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109179869299754065</id><published>2004-08-06T09:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T09:24:52.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, What A Morning!An incredibly beautiful day here in Your Nation's Capital, the kind that gives you some hope for the future after the tortures of summer - bright, cool, crisp, a keen wind whipping in from the northwest. Indeed, I think the cold front that came through yesterday can count as this year's first hint of fall.It's awfully early this year. Usually, one doesn't expect a day like</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109179869299754065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109179869299754065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109179869299754065' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109174233412084898</id><published>2004-08-05T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T17:45:34.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kerry's Alan Alda MomentThis is rapidly heading towards farce. Stand by for some serious poll number shifts.In a speech today, Kerry vows to fight "a more sensitive war on terror".I can just see it now. "Oh, Bin Laden. I'm very, very disappointed in your behavior. I know you're just acting out against us because we don't always listen the way we should, but your actions have just got a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109174233412084898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109174233412084898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109174233412084898' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109174171925477066</id><published>2004-08-05T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T17:35:19.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Old ReliableJust when you feel you're washing out and your audience is going to start saying it with tomatoes, Google comes to the rescue. I am, er, intrigued by the fact that we are No. 2 for "pics of butchers ham". Well, with all due modesty, all I can say to whoever came here on that one is: you'll need a wide-angle lens. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109174171925477066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109174171925477066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109174171925477066' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109174027892265779</id><published>2004-08-05T16:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T17:11:18.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another Llama ApologyWell, the good news is that I have virtually stripped my office of everything. I'm sitting here amid bare walls, stacks of docs to be tossed and a couple of boxes to be sent over to my new digs. As I had hoped, about the only thing I have to do tomorrow is turn in all my firm identity stuff and suffer through all the faux-chumminess of the farewell party.The bad news is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109174027892265779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109174027892265779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109174027892265779' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109172133944696052</id><published>2004-08-05T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T11:55:39.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Llama Yips!We've had a goodish amount of traffic come over from Kesher Talk, a blog of all things Jewish, thanks to Judith Weiss, who linked Steve-O's Moore the Hutt photoshopping antics. Thanks muchly and welcome to the Butcher's Shop!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109172133944696052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109172133944696052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109172133944696052' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109171593902754402</id><published>2004-08-05T10:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T10:25:39.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why Six Year Olds Don't Run The Space ProgramWe had a nice time at the water park yesterday but got cut a little short when a line of showers and storms rolled in. By the time we had gathered up all our things and were ready to head out into the parking lot, it was pouring. Standing under the tent at the entrance kiosk, I had the following conversation with my eldest:Me: Alright - let's go [</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109171593902754402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109171593902754402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109171593902754402' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109171564160075627</id><published>2004-08-05T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T10:20:41.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Llama ApologyOne other thing - I mentioned earlier in the week that I was going to try and fiddle with the blogroll to add some new Llama friends. I'm very sorry I haven't got round to that yet, but promise that I will. So please be patient. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109171564160075627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109171564160075627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109171564160075627' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109171551532749062</id><published>2004-08-05T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T10:18:35.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Llama Senior Week - Day 4Well, today is the day that I hope to have all of the files and other assorted junk cleared out of my office, leaving nothing but my coffee cup and a few odds and ends to go in the take-home box. It's the final push, but it's hard to do when you just don't give a damn anymore. The only things I should have to deal with tomorrow are the "exit interview", in which my ID</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109171551532749062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109171551532749062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109171551532749062' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109171431359051878</id><published>2004-08-05T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T09:58:33.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pump You Up!This is a good idea: John of TexasBestGrok stumbled across the USMC's Physical Fitness and Swimming Requirements and has started using them as a marker to measure his own performance.I think I'm going to try the same thing. It's one thing to come up with your own routine in a vacuum. It's something better to judge yourself against a standardized scale, especially one with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109171431359051878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109171431359051878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109171431359051878' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109171248311582744</id><published>2004-08-05T09:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T09:28:03.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heh. But Now I'm All Hungry!When I saw the title "Bratblogging", my first reaction was that someone else was serving up some Gratuitous Domestic Posts (TM). But now I see that this is the kind of brat I don't mind at all.Yips! to Glenn.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109171248311582744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109171248311582744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109171248311582744' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109171216865579936</id><published>2004-08-05T09:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T17:18:15.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kerry. Is. Toast.Why? Because the Divine Peggy is joining the Bush Campaign.We're not worthy!UPDATE: Hemmingway at The AlpacaBurger Forum (just scroll) compares recent Dem and GOP draft picks and concludes that the Donks got robbed. Yup.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109171216865579936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109171216865579936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109171216865579936' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109164675262963394</id><published>2004-08-04T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T15:12:32.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Llama Senior Week - Day 3 - UpdateTime for this Llama to check out for today. My girls have been after me all summer to come with them some weekday afternoon to the local water park. Today is the day, so I am off to meet the mermaids.Besides, after this morning's ranting and snarking, I think I need to cool off a bit.Yip at you later!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109164675262963394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109164675262963394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109164675262963394' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109163627806719756</id><published>2004-08-04T12:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T12:17:58.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Llama Senior Week - Day 3Today I'm clearing out my email. At the moment, I have 20,268 messages in my "deleted items" folder, with probably another 8000 or so to clear out of other boxes. I confidently expect that when I hit the "empty trash" button, the firm's entire system is going to suffer core meltdown.That's a shame. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109163627806719756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109163627806719756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109163627806719756' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109163582846902091</id><published>2004-08-04T12:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T12:10:28.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Llama Reading RecommendationIf you don't read Rich Galen's Mullings column, you really ought to. Rich is a professional pol-handler, operating in the heart of Your Nation's Capital (well, in Alexandria, anyway) and almost always has something smart and funny to say about things. Today, Rich bursts out in song over the Dems' dead-cat bounce.Seriously, tho, you can get Rich's column zapped into</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109163582846902091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109163582846902091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109163582846902091' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109163513319980992</id><published>2004-08-04T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T11:58:53.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And Now For Something Completely DifferentAn actor with chicken-pox.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109163513319980992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109163513319980992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109163513319980992' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109163350649081397</id><published>2004-08-04T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T11:51:31.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Light Fuse, Stand BackTim Worstall is pursuing the story of Amy Richards, the woman who was featured in the NYT Magazine a few weeks back for deciding to terminate two out of the three triplet fetuses she was carrying because she didn't want to have to "move to Staten Island and buy mayo from Costco". A friend of Tim's actually had an email exchange with this woman, reprinted in Tim's post, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109163350649081397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109163350649081397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109163350649081397' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109163033972366821</id><published>2004-08-04T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T10:38:59.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>School DazeCongrats to Steve-O for making the Commissar's Blogville Class of 1965 Yearbook. It's good to see some recognition for his work in the Young Hayek Pioneers.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109163033972366821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109163033972366821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109163033972366821' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-10916287144080353</id><published>2004-08-04T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T12:39:00.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bleat-Like* Furry Little Bastard Watch Update(*Not intentional. It just came out this way. Sometimes many of the forces in my mind converge at the same junction and it gets a bit messy. Think Gettysburg or Five Forks and you'll see what I mean.)Bad news greeted me when I got home last evening: Sauron's Wraith Rabbits are back in the garden and have been reinforced. I found two of the fiends </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/10916287144080353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/10916287144080353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#10916287144080353' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109156836507433209</id><published>2004-08-03T17:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T17:26:05.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, LAWDY! When Will I Learn?Hot beverages and Allah make Robbo a soggy-blogger!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109156836507433209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109156836507433209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109156836507433209' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109156665946596805</id><published>2004-08-03T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T09:08:53.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Llama Senior Week -Day 2 UpdateFor whatever psychological reason, I always love to have a large, cluttered bulletin board somewhere near my desk, on which I stick a fairly steady stream of photos, cartoons, jokes, etc. I have a habit of looking them over when engaged on long, boring telephone calls, for instance. I very rarely replace anything, just pin more stuff over it. (This is also in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109156665946596805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109156665946596805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109156665946596805' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109156240248956134</id><published>2004-08-03T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T15:46:42.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is going to give Dubya a huge bounce coming out of the Republican conventionIs this:Activists Plan to Disrupt GOP ConventionNEW YORK - Activists plan to hold sit-ins at delegate hotels, take over city intersections, block doors to major corporate offices, confront GOP bigwigs and infiltrate events when Republicans come to town for their political convention.They say the aim is not to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109156240248956134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109156240248956134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109156240248956134' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506198666992839137</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-6112711.post-109156085570821407</id><published>2004-08-03T15:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T21:52:58.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kerry seeks the endorsement of yet another foreign leader"You are een the poseetion to demand nothing, Sir. I, on the other hand, am een the poseetion to grant..nothing."PS:  have you ever seen anyone EVER wearing a blue blazer in a Wendy's?  Didn't think so.PSS:  Special BONUS pshop, of Khan wearing his stylish new "Pimp style" INDC bling-bling:IN THE NAME OF FAIR BALANCE here's a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109156085570821407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109156085570821407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109156085570821407' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506198666992839137</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-6112711.post-109155937084480889</id><published>2004-08-03T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T14:56:10.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Speaking of George Costanza...Eloise of Spitbull has the details on the book that is proving to be a bestseller in France.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109155937084480889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109155937084480889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109155937084480889' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506198666992839137</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-6112711.post-109155711449556940</id><published>2004-08-03T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T14:22:21.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reporting live from behind enemy linesReliable carrier pigeons have just brought the latest posting from the New England Republican, bravely filing dispatches typed furtively on a semaphore hidden in the back of an old hogshead in the loft of the barn in enemy occupied Massachusetts.Actually, there's an easier way to receive the NER's daily dispatches:  just click here, add to your blogroll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109155711449556940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109155711449556940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109155711449556940' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506198666992839137</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-6112711.post-109155660343644215</id><published>2004-08-03T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T14:14:28.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That's why they call him DOCTOR Rusty ShacklefordMy Pet Jawa crunches the numbers and puts to rest the Kerry contention that we are in the worst economic times since the Great Depression.  Note to Rusty:  re your email, you can take this post and expand on it by looking at the old "Misery Index" figures from 1980---ie, add together the unemployment rate, interest rate, plus inflation (I think</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109155660343644215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109155660343644215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109155660343644215' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506198666992839137</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-6112711.post-109155357955546295</id><published>2004-08-03T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T13:19:39.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uh....Steve?Whanna explain why we're on this list?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109155357955546295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109155357955546295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109155357955546295' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109154986802080824</id><published>2004-08-03T12:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T12:18:53.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Llama-ChannellingLDH of Impenetrable Prose &amp; Poesy demonstrates what happens when you mix paint thinner and unsupervised web-surfing.Actually, it's cool. Except one thing: What is the deal about Gabrielle? I'd take Xena over her any day. I mean, come on.(Ed. - Stand by for rebuttal from John L. Yeah, probably.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109154986802080824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109154986802080824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109154986802080824' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109154779875904949</id><published>2004-08-03T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T11:43:18.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Looking to bag New Hampshire's 3 Electoral VotesForget Florida:  losing New Hampshire (or West Virginia for that matter) cost Al Gore the presidency.  But for those three electoral votes....Anyhoo, here's the editorial today from the influential Manchester Union-Leader: CONVENTIONAL wisdom held that John Kerry would get a sizable “bounce” in the polls after his Thursday night acceptance </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109154779875904949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109154779875904949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109154779875904949' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506198666992839137</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-6112711.post-109154665411771419</id><published>2004-08-03T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T11:46:59.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More Llama Musickal PostingI realize that in some respects I am the Fraser Crane of this blog, playing opposite Steve-O's Mayday Malone. This is another one of those posts. Deal with it. A couple of weeks back, ACD at Sounds &amp; Fury was roundly damning and blasting period instrument performances (or as he calls them, historically-informed performances) of Baroque and Classical music. His basic</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109154665411771419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109154665411771419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109154665411771419' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109154615403604148</id><published>2004-08-03T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T11:18:16.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New School versus Old SchoolMichele has two links encapsulating the difference between old school and new:New School:  Roger Clemens ejected from a Little League game.  Spits on an ump who calls his son out.Old School:  Obituary for Thurman Munson, Yankees catcher who died in a plane accident twenty five years ago last week.Thurman Munson was a dirtbag, make no mistake about it:  but he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109154615403604148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109154615403604148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109154615403604148' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506198666992839137</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-6112711.post-109154046116345071</id><published>2004-08-03T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T09:41:01.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Llama Senior Week - Day 2The count-down to my departure from the firm continues. As it happens, I got the vast majority of what I needed to accomplished yesterday.Given that, I'm going to try and take some time today to fiddle with the blogroll - there are a bunch of you out there who've recently added us Llamas to your own rolls (thank you very much) and reciprocation is in order. There </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109154046116345071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109154046116345071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109154046116345071' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109148488215820510</id><published>2004-08-02T18:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T18:14:42.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With a name like "Baby Seal Club" how can they NOT wind up on the blogroll?Say hello to Tim over at the Baby Seal Club.  Personally, I like my Baby Seal Club with extra tomato and mayonaise--it really helps bring out the distinctive taste of the seal.One of my finer moments in my youth was putting a restaurant out of business once on the first day.  I was there with the original Llamabutcher </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109148488215820510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109148488215820510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109148488215820510' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506198666992839137</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-6112711.post-109148382089907716</id><published>2004-08-02T17:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:57:00.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More Thoughts "For The Children"Murray at Silent Running sings an Ode to the Nanny State.I swear that even though I am a lawyer and a soon-to-be gov'mint employee, I agree whole-heartedly with the sentiment. I am also old enough to remember what being a kid used to be like. You should have seen some of the spectacular scrapes I got on my knees going down hills on an improvised "skateboard </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109148382089907716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109148382089907716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109148382089907716' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109148170573265997</id><published>2004-08-02T17:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:21:45.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monday Madness MemeSince the Friday Fives seem to have dried up, I have no problems jumping on to Monday Madness instead. Here are some true or false questions:1. I always exercise my right to vote. False. I have voted in every presidential election since 1984, but have not always made it all the way down the menu. 2. I pay little or no attention to the campaign ads aired on television prior</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109148170573265997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109148170573265997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109148170573265997' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109147473645679904</id><published>2004-08-02T15:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T15:49:21.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A La Recherche UpdateI just opened another rarely-used drawer and found my old T-shirt, bought during the 1992 campaign, that reads "Property of Rodham Gulag". I used to wear this shirt while working out in the building's gym. What I always found disappointing was how few people seemed to even understand it.Something tells me I may need the thing again in say, about, '08.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109147473645679904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109147473645679904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109147473645679904' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109147351478689608</id><published>2004-08-02T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T15:08:25.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A La Recherche WatchI was going through piles of miscellaneous papers in my drawers (insert Sandy Berger joke here) and came across an estimate from February, 1999 from an outfit called Babyguard for baby-proofing our house against our then 11-month old first child. I have always referred to businesses like this as "The Fearmonger's Shop" (motto: Buy this or your child will die). Going down </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109147351478689608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109147351478689608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109147351478689608' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109147107726382840</id><published>2004-08-02T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T15:50:15.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In Vino SumTim Worstall has a post up concerning the line-in-the-sand issue of screw-top vs. cork. Without claiming to take sides, he points out an important biosphere effect of the cork-harvesting industry in Spain and Portugal.I'm unabashedly pro-cork and have a more basic objection regarding screw-on tops: Once you've uncorked a bottle, why in Heaven's name would you ever consider closing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109147107726382840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109147107726382840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109147107726382840' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109146978234727205</id><published>2004-08-02T14:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T14:03:02.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Put Down The Coffee CupAnd read today's installment of The Hatemonger's Quarterly. Pure bibliophilic magic!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109146978234727205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109146978234727205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109146978234727205' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109146923861946093</id><published>2004-08-02T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T13:53:58.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Plum BloggingHere, collected for your reading pleasure, are some choice statements by one of my favorite authors, Evelyn Waugh, about another of my favorite authors, P.G. Wodehouse.There is a somewhat deeper story, only suggested by one of the quotes. Wodehouse was living in France in 1939 when the Nazis invaded. He and his wife were arrested at their villa at Le Touquet and sent off to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109146923861946093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109146923861946093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109146923861946093' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109146433930796778</id><published>2004-08-02T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T12:32:19.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Splendid Chaps!Ha! Fooled you. This is actually a Gratuitous Domestic Post (TM) about my oldest girl, but I find it highly amusing and a possible boon to the Culture and am asking for all my fellow bloggers' help.You see, some time back (when she was four, I believe), the girl invented a very useful verb: "to chap".To chap is to run off your mouth mindlessly, paying no attention to anyone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109146433930796778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109146433930796778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109146433930796778' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109146335617558373</id><published>2004-08-02T12:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T12:15:56.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogging Bush BabesIt seems that Barbara and Jenna are starting their own blog.I have to say this about those two: I'm a pretty average guy when it comes to, er, eye-candy. But I just can't go there with the Bush girls. As hokey as it sounds, I have so much respect for the family that it just don't seem right. So no gawking from this particular Llama.  Yips! to Doc Russia at Bloodletting. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109146335617558373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109146335617558373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109146335617558373' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109146159181050343</id><published>2004-08-02T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T11:49:36.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Llamapalooza In The Blogsphere!I dunno what's going on, but suddenly four-hooved, woolly, long-necked South American herbivores are hip. Just check out the Alpacaburger Forum over at the New Counterculture! Also, the Misspent One has an interesting Google search.On the other hand, Robert Prather is dissing us and all our friends. Them's fightin' words man! Remember - we spit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109146159181050343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109146159181050343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109146159181050343' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109145982826505902</id><published>2004-08-02T11:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T13:46:04.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What the......First off, mega Llama Yips to Robbo about the impending move:  I'm looking at it like my own personal episode of "Law &amp; Order: Regulatory Law" (you know, "The people are protected against indecency on the airwaves by two separate but important groups:  the regulatory lawyers who comb the regulations to impose fines, and the administrative assistants who fax for them.  These are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109145982826505902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109145982826505902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109145982826505902' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506198666992839137</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-6112711.post-109146011644436533</id><published>2004-08-02T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T11:34:36.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Am Not A Llama! I Am A Human Being!18.75 %My weblog owns 18.75 % of me.Does your weblog own you?See? I can take it or leave it alone whenever I want!Yips! to Lynn.AAAAAAIIIGH! IT BURNS, TRICKSEY HOBBITSES!43.75 %My weblog owns 43.75 % of me.Does your weblog own you?Of course, they need to add a question: "Do you regularly lie on online polls to get the result that you think would be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109146011644436533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109146011644436533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109146011644436533' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109145943989044617</id><published>2004-08-02T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T11:26:01.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YeeeeOUCH!I'm not quite ready to pop the champagne corks just yet, but God-dayum the Kedwards Campaign is stumbling badly out of the blocks. Dead-cat non-bounce from the Convention, that bad PR flap this weekend with the Marines at Wendy's (Semper Fi, you guys!), Kerry's "super double secret" plan to deal with Iraq (no info on whether it involves Wonder-Twin powers) and good ol' loose cannon </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109145943989044617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109145943989044617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109145943989044617' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109145811063277073</id><published>2004-08-02T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T10:48:30.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's The Proustian One-Word Answer MemeLet's have a go, shall we?Your most marked characteristic? Cheerful intolerance. (I know it's two, but the modifier is key.)The quality you most like in a man? SteadinessThe quality you most like in a woman? Grace and competenceWhat do you most value in your friends? LoyaltyWhat is your principle defect? Impatience What is your favorite occupation? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109145811063277073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109145811063277073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109145811063277073' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109145386296695307</id><published>2004-08-02T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T09:41:31.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gratuitous Llama Professional AnnouncementHere's a little something to stir some small interest in the Blogsphere on a Monday morning: The fact is that this is my last week in the private sector for a while. Three weeks from now, I'm moving to a new position as a trial attorney with the Department of Justice. You see, the AG and I got so chummy on our nightly jaunts - where we suck the living </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109145386296695307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109145386296695307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109145386296695307' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109122442333131968</id><published>2004-07-30T17:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T17:53:43.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tracking the elusive desmodus lunaris showmestateisKatie, brave and noble proprietor of the Resplendent Mango, is hot on the trail of the endangered Missouri Moonbat, and brings back the TastyBits.INDCent Bill, watch out!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109122442333131968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109122442333131968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109122442333131968' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506198666992839137</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-6112711.post-109122384709807057</id><published>2004-07-30T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T17:44:07.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>D'Oh!This has been bugging me all day---the pic of Kerry saluting last night was ringing a bell, but I couldn't place it.Jeff Goldstein, who must be on the same combo of meds and paint thinner as yours truly, placed it:  compare John Kerry and Benny Hill, separated at birth?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109122384709807057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109122384709807057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109122384709807057' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506198666992839137</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-6112711.post-109121641502705429</id><published>2004-07-30T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T15:40:15.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Band of Brothers Lock and LoadCheck out Swift Boat Veterans for Truth.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109121641502705429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109121641502705429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109121641502705429' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-10912175548630187</id><published>2004-07-30T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T17:37:05.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Llamabutcher Friday ListAdventure Monkey:  Curious George or Zephyr?Furry sidekick:  Chewbacca or Hagrid?Fighting catcher:  Jason Varitek or Carlton Fisk?Worst "Emma":  Gwyneth Paltrow or Alicia Silverstone?Best sweeper off the feet:  Indiana Jones (Raiders version) or Colin Firth's Darcy?Best Comic Book movie adaptation:  Batman 1 or SpiderMan 2?Worst Michael Bay movie:  Pearl</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/10912175548630187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/10912175548630187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#10912175548630187' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506198666992839137</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-6112711.post-109120631868618435</id><published>2004-07-30T12:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T15:07:57.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who Says You Can't Mix Tolkien And Politics? I defended this country as a young man and I will defend it as President. Let there be no mistake: I will never hesitate to use force when it is required. Any attack will be met with a swift and certain response. -John Forbes Kerry Dateline Minas Tirith:In a surprising pre-dawn action, Gandalf the Grey was forcibly ejected from the City by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109120631868618435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109120631868618435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109120631868618435' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109120071703243727</id><published>2004-07-30T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T11:18:37.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pshop talent busting out all over the placeThe Cranky Neocon has John Edwards serving a subpoena on Osama's cave.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109120071703243727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109120071703243727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109120071703243727' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506198666992839137</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-6112711.post-109120048978843256</id><published>2004-07-30T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T11:14:49.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Texas Best Grok discovers the joy that is PshopJohn Kerry as Mary Poppins.Trust me, the waltzing penguins seal the deal!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109120048978843256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109120048978843256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109120048978843256' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506198666992839137</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-6112711.post-109120032570344540</id><published>2004-07-30T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T11:12:05.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not just full of hate, but with extra mongering to boot!Only the crack young staff at the HMQ is willing to take on the greatest threat ever to face the vitality of the republic: I am of course speaking of the smiley emoticon pandemic.Something. Must. Be. Done.I suggest sending the USS Reagan for a full tactical strike against Redmond.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109120032570344540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109120032570344540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109120032570344540' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506198666992839137</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-6112711.post-109119790253412708</id><published>2004-07-30T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T10:31:42.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DOH!For one brief, shining moment there, I thought Sully was going to sober up. No such luck. FMA! FMA! George Torquemada Bush is gunning fer ya! Here's the thing, Andrew: When you're dead, the question of who you choose to boink becomes rather moot.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109119790253412708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109119790253412708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109119790253412708' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109119435189758680</id><published>2004-07-30T09:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T13:08:02.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Speech I haven't ready anybody else's reaction to J. Francois's Public Rollout last night yet because I wanted to get my reactions down first: -  While I'm not absolutely, positively, sure of it, I rather get the impression that Kerry might have, well, just possibly served in Vietnam.  Just a hunch.  Quere for the Llama Military Correspondent: Does JFK v. 2.0 really think this kind of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109119435189758680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109119435189758680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109119435189758680' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109118974930320464</id><published>2004-07-30T08:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T08:15:49.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Someone is REALLY disappointedA viewer just came to visit after searching for:guns nude blondestarI mean, I appreciate the initiative, you're sitting there, eating your cheerios, thinking, "dude, what would go over really well at the moment is some second amendment porn."That's the Llamabutchers for you:  your internet home for second amendment porn and Dolly Madison nudie pics!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109118974930320464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109118974930320464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109118974930320464' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506198666992839137</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-6112711.post-109118897499884019</id><published>2004-07-30T08:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T08:02:54.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What I learned at the DNC, Day 4</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109118897499884019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109118897499884019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109118897499884019' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506198666992839137</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-6112711.post-109113981739274548</id><published>2004-07-29T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T18:23:37.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Absolutely Required ReadingA 9/11 Liberal speaks his mind. Go and read it right now. This man gets it. Yips! to Glenn.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109113981739274548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109113981739274548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109113981739274548' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109113781332592531</id><published>2004-07-29T17:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T17:50:13.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Handy-Dandy Donk Checklist Jen(nifer) passes on this Compendium of Democratic Beliefs. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109113781332592531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109113781332592531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109113781332592531' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109113634756220001</id><published>2004-07-29T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T17:28:16.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More On Ricky Williams Mark Hasty tells us Dolphin fans to get over it, that the guy is entitled to do what he wants. No doubt. But to me, the chief monstrosity of this is the timing - right before camp and long after the Dolphins can do anything in the draft to try and compensate. This resonates with me for a very particular reason. As I have mentioned a few times before, I rowed crew in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109113634756220001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109113634756220001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109113634756220001' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109113063746463936</id><published>2004-07-29T15:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T15:54:55.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tolkien Geekfest! Think you can pass yourself off as an expert on The Lord of the Rings? Try testing your Knowledge of Middle Earth.  The beginning questions are pretty silly and can even be enjoyed by those wretched naffs who only saw the movies.  The advanced questions were obviously written by someone who has read the books (including The Silmarillion) very carefully indeed. (I've often </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109113063746463936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109113063746463936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109113063746463936' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109112813957062242</id><published>2004-07-29T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T15:08:59.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's A Bit of Good NewsBob Edwards, recently booted as host of NPR's "Morning Edition", is leaving the network altogether to do his own gig on XM satellite radio.As much as I loathe NPR, I used to listen to M.E. just about every day as part of my morning routine in law school. (For you young'uns, this was long before the advent of blogs and other news sources.)  In fact, one time it more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109112813957062242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109112813957062242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109112813957062242' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109112271849845306</id><published>2004-07-29T13:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T13:38:38.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's Required ReadingThe New England Republican has some questions for the Smiley-Face Campaign.I already know the answer to all of them: Nuance, me boy, nuance.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109112271849845306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109112271849845306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109112271849845306' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109112232129942164</id><published>2004-07-29T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T13:32:01.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remember - Three Aspirin and Three Glasses of Water Before You Pass OutOur pal Jen (scroll down a bit) has got a great drinking game to play while watching John Effin' Kerry's 55-minute infomercial tonight:1. Chug when he says "Vietnam"2. Drink twice when he says "purple heart"3. Drink when he says "two Americas"4. Chug when he says "restore respect"5. You get the point...Good luck!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109112232129942164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109112232129942164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109112232129942164' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109112072318127831</id><published>2004-07-29T13:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T13:05:23.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cookie-gate heats up</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109112072318127831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109112072318127831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109112072318127831' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506198666992839137</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-6112711.post-109112010043179790</id><published>2004-07-29T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T12:55:00.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What I learned at the DNC, Day Three</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109112010043179790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109112010043179790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109112010043179790' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506198666992839137</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-6112711.post-109111980288173920</id><published>2004-07-29T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T12:50:02.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mull ThisRich Galen - Ninja Spinmeister.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109111980288173920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109111980288173920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109111980288173920' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109111948966814197</id><published>2004-07-29T12:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T12:44:49.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Speaking Of Kerry The Film Star.... Drudge is digging deeper into this business of faked combat footage. Apparently, the director of tonight's homage is admitting that shots (pardon) of bullets clipping the water near Our Hero are merely "illustrative". Let me make abundantly clear here and now: I have nothing but respect for the actual service Kerry performed in Vietnam, although a good many</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109111948966814197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109111948966814197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109111948966814197' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109111876301018450</id><published>2004-07-29T12:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T12:32:43.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More Crushing of Dissent in America NASA ordered to yank Kerry "Bunny" photos from its website. Actually, this is more Machiavellian than it appears - what better way to generate a fresh round of publication of pics of J. Francois looking like a teletubbie on steroids than by demanding their suppression - all while looking as if you're trying to preserve him from further embarrassment. Karl</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109111876301018450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109111876301018450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109111876301018450' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109111830270035098</id><published>2004-07-29T12:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T12:25:02.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Much For Helping The Little GuyThe Boston Herald is reporting that the DNC Convention has been brutal for local business. P'raps Bubba Clinton could go round to all those Mom &amp; Pop businesses and dole out some of that cash he feels so guilty about keeping. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109111830270035098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109111830270035098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109111830270035098' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109111551127507839</id><published>2004-07-29T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T11:38:31.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Your elbow patches rumble with a fear reminiscent of mayonnaise sidecars cradled in scotchguard." Behold the Surrealist Compliment Generator.  Yips! to the Flying Space Monkey Chronicles.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109111551127507839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109111551127507839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109111551127507839' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109111311246436990</id><published>2004-07-29T10:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T10:58:32.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Double HehBeautiful Atrocities has a great Idiot's Guide To Bumperstickers. Jeff also coins a jewel of a phrase: "The Dopplar Shift Left." Magic.Yips! to Viking Pundit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109111311246436990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109111311246436990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109111311246436990' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109111268758164432</id><published>2004-07-29T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T10:51:27.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Garn!Humphrey Bogart as Frodo Baggins? John at TexasBestGrok has the goods.Unfortunately, I can't get the bloody thing open because I don't have QuickTime, but yes, this seems like something even I could enjoy. Go over and have a look and tell me what you think. I will sit here, Gollum-like, watching as you munch on your lembas.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109111268758164432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109111268758164432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109111268758164432' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109111106572606563</id><published>2004-07-29T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T10:24:25.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Set Coffee On SnarfBig Stupid Tommy is channeling his Inner Gary Busey.  Pardon me while I go get a paper towel to clean up my screen. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109111106572606563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109111106572606563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109111106572606563' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109110843199355257</id><published>2004-07-29T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T10:10:57.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Caspian Guard I really, really like that name.  There is almost a heraldic quality to it. I also really, really like the strategic idea behind it. Go and read all about it, together with the PSI, here.  It is reassuring to see what can be done when adults are in charge of things, rather than people whose definition of multilateralism consists of nothing but craven kowtowing to the French. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109110843199355257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109110843199355257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109110843199355257' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109110482824245844</id><published>2004-07-29T08:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T09:29:34.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Dunnit Again* It's official: If you go to edit a .jpg file on Blogger, the system automatically throws a monkey-wrench into the code. (Unfortunately, I don't know enough about coding to figure out which is the rogue bit.) Thus, when I went to shrink the width of Steve-O's latest photoshop masterpiece so as to stop it from blocking out the right-hand column, I managed to blot the picture out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109110482824245844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109110482824245844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109110482824245844' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109105712565004532</id><published>2004-07-28T19:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T08:50:34.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think INDC Bill has to keep it in perspective Our old pal INDCent Bill has his shorts in a twist over the coverage last night showing Farenheit 12/7 auteur Mike "Twinkletoes" Moore sitting in the Carter's box. Actually, on further review, it appears that the Carters were guests of Moore: The evening took a tragic turn, however, when the cute young senate candidate from Illinois crashed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109105712565004532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109105712565004532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109105712565004532' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506198666992839137</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-6112711.post-109105432462814271</id><published>2004-07-28T18:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T18:38:44.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is Little John At The Wrong Convention? According to the AP, John Edwards is supposed to have this to say in his big speech tonight: "Decisive. Strong. Aren't those the traits you want in a commander in chief?" Um, yeaaaah. That's why I'm backing Dubya.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109105432462814271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109105432462814271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109105432462814271' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109105245749706772</id><published>2004-07-28T17:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T18:07:37.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CookieGate!Teya-RAY-Suh Heinz Kerry, busted over a third-rate cookie recipe, blames rogue staffers.Steve-O, why am I envisioning a photoshop that has something to do with tollhouse chocolate chips and the words "Shove it!"?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109105245749706772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109105245749706772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109105245749706772' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109105085014022601</id><published>2004-07-28T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T17:40:50.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spot The PhonyMoxie has today's trick question.By the way, someone comes over here pretty regularly from her site. I don't know if it's The Mox herself, but if so, we've always got a pitcher of sangria standing by in the fridge.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109105085014022601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109105085014022601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109105085014022601' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109104443903808461</id><published>2004-07-28T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T15:53:59.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heh, Indeed, O Ineffable One! I really really like Steve-O's photoshop of John-John and Mikey below, but I'll tell ya - it's foolish to go up against a major deity. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109104443903808461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109104443903808461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109104443903808461' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109104169595003967</id><published>2004-07-28T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T15:08:15.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Completely Random Mid-Afternoon Thought.... The AARP is running a tee-vee commercial featuring some guy getting pulled over by this hot looking motorcycle cop chick.  I think this might be a slight marketing error, because damme if I can tell you what the commercial is actually about. Then again, I haven't yet crept into the bracket they're presumably targeting. God help me if I ever reach </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109104169595003967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109104169595003967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109104169595003967' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109103985358911623</id><published>2004-07-28T14:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T14:37:33.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Smell Trouble Drudge is all over a new book written by one of Jean Francois Kerry's Vietnam contemporaries that claims Kerry staged recreations of combat incidents for filming on his 8 mm camera, specifically with the purpose of using them for political ends later on.  I dunno if this is true, but it becomes rather choice, as clips from this film are going to be used tomorrow night as part of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109103985358911623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109103985358911623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109103985358911623' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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-6112711.post-109103800072068947</id><published>2004-07-28T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T14:06:40.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Robbo The Techno-Dumbhead Strikes Again....Because I think it's so funny, I went to move Steve-O's John n' Mike photoshop to the top of the page. Even though I didn't do anything but change the post time, my fiddling still seems to have screwed up the html and I have no idea how to fix it. The same thing happened yesterday when I went to add some comment to another of his photoshop posts.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109103800072068947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112711/posts/default/109103800072068947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamabutchers.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109103800072068947' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13777682950246362069</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>
