<?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-6067728</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:27:10.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woody Says Something (probably)</title><subtitle type='html'>It's been a while now, since I started paying attention, you know, to the world around us and shit...And I been quiet for a while, but it's getting to the point where I'm tired of being quiet. So I'm going to say something. It's up to you, I guess, to decide if it's worth saying.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodysays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067728/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodysays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13991098293196276161</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067728.post-113096419472027401</id><published>2005-10-13T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T15:43:14.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This was a post I made on my MySpace page a couple of weeks ago. It was supposed to be part of a continuing series (entitled 'Everyone is an asshole'), but as I predicted, I lost interest, apparently blowing my whole wad on what follows.This one was 'Everyone on the right is an asshole'"So, in today's installment, I'm going to focus on the right. Specifically, the right as referring to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113096419472027401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6067728&amp;postID=113096419472027401' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067728/posts/default/113096419472027401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067728/posts/default/113096419472027401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodysays.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-was-post-i-made-on-my-myspace.html' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13991098293196276161</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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067728.post-112861800343228781</id><published>2005-10-06T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T12:00:24.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time to make another posty-type thing. But, nothing's really going on of any consquence (Harriet who?), so I'll rant about TV shows I've been watching.  1.) Commander-in-Chief • ABC • Tuesdays @ 9 PM.  Ok, so the point of this show is to what, warm up Americans to the idea of a woman for prez? Interesting. They got it all wrong, though. Gina Davis's character, Mackenzie Allen, would never, ever,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodysays.blogspot.com/feeds/112861800343228781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6067728&amp;postID=112861800343228781' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067728/posts/default/112861800343228781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067728/posts/default/112861800343228781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodysays.blogspot.com/2005/10/time-to-make-another-posty-type-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13991098293196276161</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067728.post-112732833204749129</id><published>2005-09-21T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T14:00:32.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay. I heard on NPR this morning that, shock of shocks, America's pristine and flawless image abroad has been miserably tainted by the bumbling incompetence, spineless irresponsiblity and general lack of human empathy exhibited by the response to Hurricane Katrina. I have several problems.1. Why are we still talking about Hurricane Katrina? I mean, I'm aware that the lives of hundreds of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodysays.blogspot.com/feeds/112732833204749129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6067728&amp;postID=112732833204749129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067728/posts/default/112732833204749129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067728/posts/default/112732833204749129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodysays.blogspot.com/2005/09/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13991098293196276161</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067728.post-112662385913286639</id><published>2005-09-13T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T10:04:41.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So this is how it all went down. It was, I guess, December of 2004. We were all pretty much perpetually reeling from Dr. Doom's reelection, when my roommate's boyfriend reported that he had heard of a mysterious wonder on NPR. Apparently, there was a dude from the future who had returned to 2000, briefly, to freak everyone the hell out. Now I know what you're thinking: People can't travel through</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodysays.blogspot.com/feeds/112662385913286639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6067728&amp;postID=112662385913286639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067728/posts/default/112662385913286639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067728/posts/default/112662385913286639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodysays.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-this-is-how-it-all-went-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13991098293196276161</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067728.post-112662550381459419</id><published>2005-09-01T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T10:36:56.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>         In what alternate universe does our president reside? Seriously. I mean, I guess at this point in his administration, it's evident that he's in a constant state of power-(or cocaine-) induced delirium, but this steals it.    "I think there ought to be zero tolerance of people breaking the law during an emergency such as this...The citizens ought to be working together."   Yes, Mr. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodysays.blogspot.com/feeds/112662550381459419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6067728&amp;postID=112662550381459419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067728/posts/default/112662550381459419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067728/posts/default/112662550381459419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodysays.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-what-alternate-universe-does-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13991098293196276161</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
