<?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-16261384</id><updated>2011-09-05T02:43:15.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I am sad" guy's blog</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog about feelings.  Well, just one feeling really.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-5628150913989336061</id><published>2010-04-24T13:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T13:34:12.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>iSad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I got an iPad. Actually I got one on the day they came out. It was a nice day out too, but I stayed inside all day playing on my iPad. There were people outside who thought they were having fun. I am sad that they didn't have iPads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/S9MrSVWkwQI/AAAAAAAABbo/VicCF5r6pYI/s1600/2010-04-08+21_32_50+-0400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/S9MrSVWkwQI/AAAAAAAABbo/VicCF5r6pYI/s400/2010-04-08+21_32_50+-0400.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463758366900011266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I made this picture on my iPad too, so that means it's better than any picture I've ever done.  Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-5628150913989336061?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/5628150913989336061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=5628150913989336061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/5628150913989336061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/5628150913989336061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2010/04/isad.html' title='iSad'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/S9MrSVWkwQI/AAAAAAAABbo/VicCF5r6pYI/s72-c/2010-04-08+21_32_50+-0400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-5747685550945920660</id><published>2006-11-19T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T10:49:35.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pandemic Fair (OMFG WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!)</title><content type='html'>We had a "Pandemic Fair" at work this week to learn about how we are all going to die horrible horrible deaths from the BIRD FLU (not if but WHEN).  I am sad because it wasn't much fun.  I thought there would at least be games and rides, but all I got was a flu shot and a Snoopy® brand adhesive bandage.  Oh, and a cookie.  I like fried dough better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the picture for the full size, and yes, they really did call it the Pandemic Fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/264/1985/1600/943849/pandemic.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/264/1985/400/275960/pandemic.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-5747685550945920660?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/5747685550945920660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=5747685550945920660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/5747685550945920660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/5747685550945920660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2006/11/pandemic-fair-omfg-were-all-gonna-die.html' title='The Pandemic Fair (OMFG WE&apos;RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!)'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-2487427819077154718</id><published>2006-11-19T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T12:57:28.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merbleh shirts!</title><content type='html'>Just in time for the holidays.  If you're wondering what the Merbleh is, check &lt;a href="http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2006/02/mer-bleh.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2006/10/triumphant-return-of-merbleh.html" title="Return of the Merbleh"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/cp/prod.aspx?p=Iamsad.34202134"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.cafepress.com/product/34202134v2_240x240_Front.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/cp/prod.aspx?p=Iamsad.34202134"&gt;Order one!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-2487427819077154718?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cafepress.com/cp/prod.aspx?p=Iamsad.34202134' title='Merbleh shirts!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/2487427819077154718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=2487427819077154718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/2487427819077154718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/2487427819077154718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2006/11/merbleh-shirts.html' title='Merbleh shirts!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-116274818399987522</id><published>2006-11-05T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T12:45:03.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat sitting</title><content type='html'>Back in May, I got an apartment with Nate and Jerome... and Jerome's stupid cat.  Well now I am sad because Jerome is in Washington state, and we have to take care of his cat.  Feeding it isn't bad, but I haven't touched the litterbox, and I don't think Nate has either.  Good thing it is on the other end of the apartment...the part where you just don't go.  Oh well, it's not like Jerome ever cleans it when he is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/jeromegone.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/jeromegone.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-116274818399987522?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/116274818399987522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=116274818399987522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/116274818399987522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/116274818399987522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2006/11/cat-sitting.html' title='Cat sitting'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-116214270860944864</id><published>2006-10-29T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T12:30:47.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Triumphant Return (of the Merbleh)</title><content type='html'>Artrage is finally universal.  I went boating with Doug a couple of weeks ago in Pushaw Lake.  We hit something in the middle of the lake.  We don't know what it was, but I have my own idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/boating.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/boating.0.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-116214270860944864?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/116214270860944864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=116214270860944864' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/116214270860944864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/116214270860944864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2006/10/triumphant-return-of-merbleh.html' title='The Triumphant Return (of the Merbleh)'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-115447410238551704</id><published>2006-08-01T19:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T19:15:02.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Technical difficulties</title><content type='html'>Technical difficulties (Artrage not being a universal binary) have kept me from making any new drawings.  Well I could, but it's just painful to use.  I'm hoping for an update soon, but if not, I'll work something out.  Not drawing makes me sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-115447410238551704?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/115447410238551704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=115447410238551704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/115447410238551704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/115447410238551704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2006/08/technical-difficulties.html' title='Technical difficulties'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-114460400172576296</id><published>2006-04-09T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T13:33:21.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Special widescreen edition</title><content type='html'>I won $50 at karyoke last night.  Two other people's names were drawn first, but they were missing, so I was the third name.  I am sad because no one seemed to care what happened to them.  Dale probably trapped them into talking about his "hole in math" theory.   You'll need to click the image to see the full size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/wonfifty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/wonfifty.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-114460400172576296?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/114460400172576296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=114460400172576296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/114460400172576296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/114460400172576296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2006/04/special-widescreen-edition.html' title='Special widescreen edition'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-114394126828132496</id><published>2006-04-01T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T13:25:56.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New iMac</title><content type='html'>I got a new iMac.  I like it a lot.  But I am sad that it can never love me back in the way I love it.  My mom said I should spend some time "stroking something other than the keyboard" (no...she really did).  That also makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/newmac.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/newmac.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-114394126828132496?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/114394126828132496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=114394126828132496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/114394126828132496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/114394126828132496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-imac.html' title='New iMac'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-114359338124224548</id><published>2006-03-28T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T19:49:41.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>I've been a little busy lately, but there are posts coming.  I am sad if I disappointed any of you.  I hope you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/filler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/filler.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-114359338124224548?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/114359338124224548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=114359338124224548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/114359338124224548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/114359338124224548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-114031705660984359</id><published>2006-02-18T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T14:21:35.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I could shoot my roommate too...</title><content type='html'>Nate, you already promised me I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, apparently Brian and his roommate Nik decided to go out and buy guns today.  I am sad because I ordered my Beretta on the internet, and it won't be in until the 23rd.  So now I am sitting in my room, while Brian and Nik get to shoot at each other.  I never did like Nik anyway, what with his stupid red hat and always calling everything "awesome".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/brianguns.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/brianguns.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course these are Airsoft guns... According to Brian, &lt;a href = "http://darkchord.blogspot.com/2006/02/insomnia-is-like-getting-shot-in-face.html"&gt;getting shot in the face hurts&lt;/a&gt;.  I can't wait to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-114031705660984359?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/114031705660984359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=114031705660984359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/114031705660984359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/114031705660984359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-wish-i-could-shoot-my-roommate-too.html' title='I wish I could shoot my roommate too...'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113977266945687789</id><published>2006-02-12T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T14:36:27.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombies go "Roar!"?</title><content type='html'>Zac and I went skating yesterday.  We went to Pushaw Lake first, but there were spring holes and we didn't trust the ice.  Instead we ended up at Mud Pond.  Zac was afraid the ice would break.  I was afraid of the zombies since we were dangerously close to the Zombie Bridge and Zombie Swamp.  We didn't stay long.  I am sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/skating.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/skating.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this picture makes you sad too.  Seriously look at the poor zombie that lost his legs.  He has to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crawl&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ice&lt;/span&gt;.  I just feel bad that he is going to starve while the other legged zombies get to eat brains.  If that doesn't bring a tear to your eye, then you are a heartless person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113977266945687789?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113977266945687789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113977266945687789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113977266945687789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113977266945687789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2006/02/zombies-go-roar.html' title='Zombies go &quot;Roar!&quot;?'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113919436139790152</id><published>2006-02-05T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T21:52:41.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>I didn't get much sleep last week.  I tossed and turned all night every night.  By Friday I had lost my mind.  All I could think of was how awesome I am at Halo and how much I want to be like Master Chief.  I must have been delusional, since I'm not really that good.  Being bad at Halo makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/masterchief.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/masterchief.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113919436139790152?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113919436139790152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113919436139790152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113919436139790152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113919436139790152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2006/02/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113858706378674961</id><published>2006-01-29T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T21:11:03.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not Petco stupid</title><content type='html'>I was in RadioShack today.  This woman brought her dog in with her.  It was a big German Shepard.  It came up to me and sniffed me, so I thought it was friendly, but then when I tried to pat it, it bit at me and growled.  I was scared and sad.  The woman was too busy having probably one of the stupidest conversations I have ever heard to keep her beast under control.  I think I am lucky to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/radioshackdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/radioshackdog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113858706378674961?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113858706378674961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113858706378674961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113858706378674961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113858706378674961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-not-petco-stupid.html' title='Its not Petco stupid'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113858680142129756</id><published>2006-01-29T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T21:06:41.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It wasn't glitter on my lawn</title><content type='html'>Dale and Jenn came up from Nate's birthday.  Everyone drank too much so they were passing out and throwing up around 8 PM.  Jenn threw up off my deck.  That made me sad.  But I can use glitter to show it.  It's still not enough to make up for the hurt, but it helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/glitter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/glitter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113858680142129756?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113858680142129756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113858680142129756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113858680142129756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113858680142129756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2006/01/it-wasnt-glitter-on-my-lawn.html' title='It wasn&apos;t glitter on my lawn'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113786883819959233</id><published>2006-01-21T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T13:40:38.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's it - you're getting crazy eyes</title><content type='html'>I saw Misti this week.  She thought the drawing I did of her earlier was funny.  I felt that thing that isn't sad since she knows I wasn't being mean to her.  But speaking of mean people, Jenn has been really mean to me about doing a new drawing.  Other people have been meaner, like the guy that emailed me: "if you don't do a new drawing soon i'll drive to maine and give you a reason to be sad."  That was hurtful.  But Jenn's mean comments hurt most of all, so I drew a picture.  Jenn, you get the crazy eyes.   You and your little dog too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/meanjenn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/meanjenn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113786883819959233?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113786883819959233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113786883819959233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113786883819959233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113786883819959233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2006/01/thats-it-youre-getting-crazy-eyes.html' title='That&apos;s it - you&apos;re getting crazy eyes'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113710958314657962</id><published>2006-01-12T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T18:46:23.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi...remember me?</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know it's been a while.  I really wanted to do a post about my New Years Eve, but I was waiting for Artrage 2 to be released... it has glitter.  Why glitter?  Well that would have been perfect to illustrate the horrid liquid that was coming out of my mouth and ass all day on new years eve thanks to a ham sandwich.  I couldn't go to a party or hang out with my friends.  That made me very sad.  Happy 2006...Yeah, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it has been really warm here lately.  End of Days type warm.  Up near 50 degrees the last couple of days.  There isn't even any snow on the ground at work... all grass.  I was going to go skiing this weekend, but it's supposed to rain.  I am sad that Bangor is turning into a tropical paradise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/warmwinter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/warmwinter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I also turned 25 on Saturday.  I noticed you didn't say "happy birthday" or even get me anything.  Would it have killed you to send an e-card?  Thanks a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113710958314657962?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113710958314657962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113710958314657962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113710958314657962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113710958314657962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2006/01/hiremember-me.html' title='Hi...remember me?'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113639518366401475</id><published>2006-01-04T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T12:19:43.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>There is a new cartoon coming soon.  I promise.  It will be good.  I am sad I haven't been able to do one.  In the meantime, here's a late non-denominational wintertime celebratory period gift.  These are the pictures that actually started I AM SAD, but they have nothing to do with my life.  Now stop bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/doggie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/doggie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/Mommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/Mommy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113639518366401475?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113639518366401475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113639518366401475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113639518366401475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113639518366401475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2006/01/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113535294008000037</id><published>2005-12-23T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T10:49:00.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too bad, I liked that shirt</title><content type='html'>I have to burn my Johnny Damon Red Sox shirt because Johnny Damon signed on with the STUPID NEW YORK YANKEES WITH STUPID DEREK JETER.  I'm pretty sad about that.  I spent $20 on that shirt just this spring.  Now if I wear it people will make fun of me.  At least I didn't have a Renteria shirt...that would have been dumb to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/damon.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/damon.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113535294008000037?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113535294008000037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113535294008000037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113535294008000037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113535294008000037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/12/too-bad-i-liked-that-shirt.html' title='Too bad, I liked that shirt'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113501666305960479</id><published>2005-12-19T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T13:24:23.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to make Bucket Punch</title><content type='html'>Here's a Christmas gift from me to you.  My age old secret for Bucket Punch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1/2 Gallon of Skyy Vodka&lt;br /&gt;1/2 Gallon Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum&lt;br /&gt;1 Gallon Hawaiian Punch Fruit Punch&lt;br /&gt;1 Gallon Lemonade&lt;br /&gt;4 Liters Ginger Ale&lt;br /&gt;1/2 Gallon Rainbow Sherbert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a big bucket to mix it in.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it this weekend at Caleb and Jess's Christmas party.  I had fun, but now I am sad because I think people only liked me because of my punch.  I know Caleb liked it.  He didn't really wear a wreath, but he probably would have if there was one around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/partypunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/partypunch.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113501666305960479?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113501666305960479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113501666305960479' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113501666305960479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113501666305960479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-to-make-bucket-punch.html' title='How to make Bucket Punch'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113451830453262594</id><published>2005-12-13T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T18:58:24.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Evil Parking Guy...</title><content type='html'>I drew a picture for the Evil Parking Guy.  I'm going to send it with the check. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/parkingbirds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/parkingbirds.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I probably won't send it.  I'm not that cool.  That makes me sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113451830453262594?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113451830453262594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113451830453262594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113451830453262594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113451830453262594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/12/dear-evil-parking-guy.html' title='Dear Evil Parking Guy...'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113442955409498672</id><published>2005-12-12T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T18:19:14.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The evil parking guy gave me a welcome back present</title><content type='html'>I went to eat lunch on campus a few days ago.  I had the day off from work.  I missed eating at the union.  The evil parking guy must have missed me too, because he gave me a ticket.  Also, a bird pooped on my new car.  I think they were working together.  I am sad because the only friends he has are the sea gulls that poop on cars.  That would probably make anyone evil.  Maybe I'll write him a nice note to cheer him up on the check for the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/ticket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/ticket.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113442955409498672?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113442955409498672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113442955409498672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113442955409498672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113442955409498672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/12/evil-parking-guy-gave-me-welcome-back.html' title='The evil parking guy gave me a welcome back present'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113427377027241605</id><published>2005-12-10T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T23:02:50.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Jenn</title><content type='html'>There was a birthday party for Jenn today.  She is turning old.  I couldn't go because I went to see my parents instead.  I am sad that I missed it.  I missed cake.  I bet it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/jennbirthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/jennbirthday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113427377027241605?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113427377027241605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113427377027241605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113427377027241605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113427377027241605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-birthday-jenn.html' title='Happy birthday Jenn'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113398296919949986</id><published>2005-12-07T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T14:16:09.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sales people are pushy</title><content type='html'>I was in Augusta this weekend to test drive cars.  I made it clear that I didn't want to do anything until I heard from my insurance, but one salesman at the Subaru dealership didn't understand.  He was very pushy.  I didn't like the color of the car that much.  He used bad words that made me sad.  Tom came with me, but when I told the guy I wanted to go to the Toyota lot, he drove me over so I would have to leave my rental car and come back for it.  I think he was going to kidnap Tom and hold him hostage until I bought the car.  Tom escaped in the super Stratus and we were able to get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/cardealer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/cardealer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did buy a 2005 Subaru Impreza RS yesterday on my lunch break...from a different dealer.  I'll post some pictures later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113398296919949986?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113398296919949986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113398296919949986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113398296919949986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113398296919949986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/12/sales-people-are-pushy.html' title='Sales people are pushy'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113379833675918583</id><published>2005-12-05T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T10:58:56.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Socks are required!</title><content type='html'>I know, it's not a drawing, but it is too sad not to share.  Consider it makeup for not posting for a while.  I took this picture at the McDonalds in Augusta (Maine) this weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/Picture002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/Picture002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to ask if I could get a pair, but they probably didn't have any in my size.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113379833675918583?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113379833675918583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113379833675918583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113379833675918583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113379833675918583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/12/socks-are-required.html' title='Socks are required!'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113379745543399198</id><published>2005-12-05T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T10:44:15.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I don't use Paint</title><content type='html'>My iBook died last week.  I don't have ArtRage to use anymore because my PC doesn't like it.  So I had to do this in Paint.  Paint makes me sad.  I drew a picture of my iBook.  It is very bad.  I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/untitled.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was able to get most of the stuff off the dead iBook hard drive by putting the whole thing in the freezer for a while...  I'll still be sad until I get it repaired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113379745543399198?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113379745543399198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113379745543399198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113379745543399198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113379745543399198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-i-dont-use-paint.html' title='Why I don&apos;t use Paint'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113315017012166771</id><published>2005-11-27T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T22:57:48.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The accident, Part II</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to get whatever I could out of my truck.  That's when I took &lt;a href = "http://www.flickr.com/photos/66453785@N00/sets/"&gt;these pictures&lt;/a&gt;.  Pretty much everything was ruined.  My iPod, Maine atlas, and air compressor are all ruined.  So are the Thanksgiving leftovers.  I am sad because I had some pie in my truck and it was ruined.  I didn't get a chance to eat any at Thanksgiving dinner because I was so full.  Now I will never get to have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/accident2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/accident2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113315017012166771?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113315017012166771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113315017012166771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113315017012166771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113315017012166771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/11/accident-part-ii.html' title='The accident, Part II'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113304748300086764</id><published>2005-11-26T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T18:24:43.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The accident, Part I</title><content type='html'>I was in a pretty bad accident on Thanksgiving.  I am OK, but I totaled my truck.  It spun around on ice on the interstate, flipped end for end, and ended up sunk in the middle of a pond between the two lanes.  I had to escape out the window and stand on top until the rescue workers came.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = "http://www.flickr.com/photos/66453785@N00/sets"&gt;Pics on flickr of my truck&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/accident.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/accident.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113304748300086764?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113304748300086764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113304748300086764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113304748300086764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113304748300086764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/11/accident-part-i.html' title='The accident, Part I'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113276559871611827</id><published>2005-11-23T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T12:06:38.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I should have been a pornstar</title><content type='html'>Zac showed me in &lt;i&gt;Maxim&lt;/i&gt; that lower paid male porn stars make only slightly less than I do.  That makes me sad because they always look like they have more fun at work.  They get to touch girls... all I get to touch is computers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/pornstars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/pornstars.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have a good Thanksgiving.  I probably won't.  Last year my family forgot the stuffing.  They'll probably forget the turkey this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113276559871611827?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113276559871611827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113276559871611827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113276559871611827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113276559871611827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-should-have-been-pornstar.html' title='I should have been a pornstar'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113254411863762080</id><published>2005-11-20T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T22:35:18.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dale and Jenn moved</title><content type='html'>Dale and Jenn Moved to Augusta.  I helped them all weekend.  Their new house comes with an ugly tree and a fat angry cat called Shits, who fought with Olive.  I am sad.  I'll never see them again since its an hour drive.  I already missed them tonight since they weren't around to watch Family Guy.  I asked Tom to come over:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;8:33:16 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;aroostickguy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;: dale and jenn would come over on sundays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;8:33:19 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;aroostickguy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;: why aren't you here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;8:33:23 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;aroostickguy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;: come over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;8:33:25 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;aroostickguy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;: dressed as jenn, i'll be dale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have problems.  I drew their house for you to see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/moved.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/moved.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113254411863762080?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113254411863762080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113254411863762080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113254411863762080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113254411863762080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/11/dale-and-jenn-moved.html' title='Dale and Jenn moved'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113227023954112304</id><published>2005-11-18T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T18:31:03.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the winner is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;One week ago while driving to school I saw a cat run out in front of some &lt;br /&gt;redneck's car and get run over.   It was very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/deadcat_sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/deadcat_sad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the floor in tears when this came in to my email.  Sam wins the shirt, which according to my cafepress sales records, will be only the second one ever made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113227023954112304?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113227023954112304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113227023954112304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113227023954112304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113227023954112304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is...'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113216119026081713</id><published>2005-11-16T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T12:13:10.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You lost because I have morals</title><content type='html'>This entry was from Rich, who tried to bribe me.  I couldn't accept because I would feel bad, which makes me feel sad.  He probably doesn't realize that the T-Shirt, which costs around $18, is worth far less than the cost of paying for me at a bar.  My morals make me sad.  Oh well here it is.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you be bribed? I'm the front room dj at [a bar]. I'll fill you up with as many beers as you can drink for favorable consideration in your contest.  Initially, the guilt of accepting my offer may make you sad. But, I assure you, this will wear off after many beers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="sg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/Branes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/Branes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113216119026081713?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113216119026081713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113216119026081713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113216119026081713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113216119026081713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-lost-because-i-have-morals.html' title='You lost because I have morals'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113196589028314976</id><published>2005-11-14T05:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T08:20:57.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Contest loser #1</title><content type='html'>Loser #1 is sent in from Brian, who wins nothing.  He didn't send any sort of back story for it, but I am guessing that he is showing how sad he would be if he was target practicing with a bow and arrow and accidentally hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/killsadguy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/killsadguy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113196589028314976?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113196589028314976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113196589028314976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113196589028314976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113196589028314976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/11/contest-loser-1.html' title='Contest loser #1'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113190666094784236</id><published>2005-11-13T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T13:40:31.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Contest deadline</title><content type='html'>The contest deadline is tonight.  Well, really tomorrow morning at 5:00 AM when I check my email.  So there is still time to enter and win a shirt.  Send your sad drawing to &lt;a href="mailto:raymondap@gmail.com"&gt;raymondap@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;, and please put a description.  Even if you've already sent one, you can send another.  They're (mostly) hilarious and I've enjoyed getting them.  This week's posts will be the runners up with the winner posted on Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113190666094784236?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113190666094784236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113190666094784236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113190666094784236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113190666094784236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/11/contest-deadline.html' title='Contest deadline'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113190626358404703</id><published>2005-11-13T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T16:28:43.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalkers, axes, and cobras</title><content type='html'>I've got a lot of email during this contest.  Most people just send me a picture with nothing else.  Yeah, you're going to win that way.  But I got this one email from a guy in Nigeria that ended in "I REALLY WANT TO MEET YOU".  He must be a big fan because he also offered me millions of dollars.  At first I was really happy because I had a new friend... and millions of dollars.  But then I remembered something I read on the internet about things like this and I got scared and very sad.  This person is obviously an obsessed fan who is stalking me.  Now I am afraid everywhere I go that he is going to kidnap me and make me be sad for him... Maybe he will be standing outside my window, wanting me to come out and play with his bloody axe and pet cobra.  They have cobras in Nigeria... I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/fanmail.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/fanmail.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113190626358404703?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113190626358404703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113190626358404703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113190626358404703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113190626358404703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/11/stalkers-axes-and-cobras.html' title='Stalkers, axes, and cobras'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113171954955294546</id><published>2005-11-11T09:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T09:32:29.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't even draw anything this sad</title><content type='html'>I tried to call Mom and Dad the other night but it was busy.  I tried three times.  I wanted to see if Mickey had to wear a lampshade collar again.  He looks stupid with that on.  That makes me sad.  I have to post a real picture here just to show you how sad it makes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/mickey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/mickey.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also drew a picture of me calling the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/mickey.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/mickey.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113171954955294546?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113171954955294546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113171954955294546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113171954955294546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113171954955294546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-cant-even-draw-anything-this-sad.html' title='You can&apos;t even draw anything this sad'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113149391778174767</id><published>2005-11-08T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T18:51:57.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to like birds</title><content type='html'>I just watched the news.  They said that birds make people sick with bird flu and we are all going to get it.  That makes me sad because I like birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I heard a crow outside my window coming to get me, but it was just a car going by.  I'm going to go hide in my bed now where the birds can't get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/birdflu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/birdflu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113149391778174767?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113149391778174767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113149391778174767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113149391778174767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113149391778174767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-used-to-like-birds.html' title='I used to like birds'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113137679093842508</id><published>2005-11-07T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T10:30:29.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More on the contest</title><content type='html'>I forgot to put a deadline on the contest, so here it is. This coming Sunday, Nov. 13th.  So send in your sad drawings to &lt;a href="mailto:raymondap@gmail.com"&gt;raymondap@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.   They don't even have to be the same style as mine, just sad and funny.  Multiple entries are good too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113137679093842508?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113137679093842508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113137679093842508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113137679093842508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113137679093842508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/11/more-on-contest.html' title='More on the contest'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113137670828940779</id><published>2005-11-07T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T10:18:28.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Marcel</title><content type='html'>I am sad because Marcel is moving.  We went out last night to send him off.  It was fun, but I think we got him grounded, so he probably won't be allowed to come back and visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/marcel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/marcel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113137670828940779?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113137670828940779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113137670828940779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113137670828940779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113137670828940779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/11/goodbye-marcel.html' title='Goodbye, Marcel'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113106863894077697</id><published>2005-11-04T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T20:43:58.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make me sad, please</title><content type='html'>I know that you regular readers are out there.  Making fun of my sad life.  Well, Lee told me he can do a better sad cartoon than me.  That made me sad.  If Lee can do better than me, anyone can.  So send me your drawings why you are sad to &lt;a href="mailto:raymondap@gmail.com"&gt;raymondap@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.  You can do them in whatever you want (I use artrage, &lt;a href="http://www.artrage.com/"&gt;www.artrage.com&lt;/a&gt;) and if you make me sad enough, I will post your picture as filler on a day when I can't come up with anything better.  I might even send you a shirt if you win.  Not one of the good ones though... one of the cheap crappy ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/contest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/contest.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113106863894077697?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113106863894077697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113106863894077697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113106863894077697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113106863894077697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/11/make-me-sad-please.html' title='Make me sad, please'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113106558248741178</id><published>2005-11-03T19:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T19:53:02.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alergic to cats</title><content type='html'>Jerome got a kitten called Qwerty.  I think he did it because he doesn't want me to go to his apartment since I am alergic to cats.  But I had to go there today and I saw it.  She has very sharp claws, which she showed me as she was climbing up my leg.  At least the pain of her digging into a sensitive spot distracted me from my sneezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/qwerty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/qwerty.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113106558248741178?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113106558248741178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113106558248741178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113106558248741178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113106558248741178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-alergic-to-cats_03.html' title='I&apos;m alergic to cats'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113089699234039431</id><published>2005-11-01T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T21:03:39.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Next year, no Tootsie Rolls</title><content type='html'>I went next door to Zac and Yvette's to trick or treat today.  I didn't get to do it yesterday, but I knew they had candy left over.  All they had left were Tootsie Rolls... and Tootsie Pops.  I don't like Tootsie Rolls at all.  Tootsie Pops are OK to start, but then you get to the gross Tootsie center of sadness and disappointment.  I was sad that I had no candy to take.  I was going to egg their apartment, but I was out of eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/tootsieroll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/tootsieroll.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113089699234039431?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113089699234039431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113089699234039431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113089699234039431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113089699234039431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/11/next-year-no-tootsie-rolls.html' title='Next year, no Tootsie Rolls'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113068637671660481</id><published>2005-10-30T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T10:32:56.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew someone would be offended</title><content type='html'>I went to a Halloween party last night.  I didn't have a costume idea yesterday morning, so me and Dale went to Mardens and Goodwill.  I got a shawl, scepter, tie, sweat pants, windbreaker, sunglasses, and a lamp shade.  I wore boots and made a garbage bag cape.  I decided if people asked me what I was, I would tell them I was a crazy homeless person who thought he was a wizard.  I told this to a girl at the party that asked what I was and she said "My brother was a crazy homeless person!"  She sounded mad.  I guess she didn't understand that I was dressed as a crazy homeless person &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who thought he was a wizard&lt;/span&gt;.  I am sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/halloween.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/halloween.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113068637671660481?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113068637671660481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113068637671660481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113068637671660481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113068637671660481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-knew-someone-would-be-offended.html' title='I knew someone would be offended'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113054249470978538</id><published>2005-10-28T19:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T19:35:53.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I learned what "broil" does</title><content type='html'>I cooked fries to go with dinner tonight.  Well, I tried to cook fries.  The instructions said to cook them at 350 for 10 - 13 minutes.  Then it said "for crisper fries, use the broil setting..."  and I stopped reading there.  I shouldn't have.  Apparently broil burns everything within 2 minutes.  My fries were black sticks and the whole apartment filled up with smoke and all the alarms went off.  I was sad because I had to walk across the street to Wendy's to get fries.  I don't like Wendy's fries because they are soggy.  They probably should cook them on broil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/dinnerburned.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/dinnerburned.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113054249470978538?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113054249470978538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113054249470978538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113054249470978538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113054249470978538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-learned-what-broil-does.html' title='I learned what &quot;broil&quot; does'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113028405975133335</id><published>2005-10-25T19:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T19:47:39.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost my useless umbrella</title><content type='html'>It was windy and rainy all day today.  We had a Nor'easter.  I had to walk around a lot outside at work, and I don't have a rain coat.  I had an umbrealla, but that didn't work well because the rain was coming down sideways.  People were laughing at me when I was walking down the sidewalks fighting with my umbrella.  They had on raincoats and were dry.  Then my umbrella blew away.   I am sad because I liked that umbrella.  Then the people laughed at me more when I was running after the umbrella.  I don't think they saw tears because the wind was blowing them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/noreaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/noreaster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113028405975133335?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113028405975133335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113028405975133335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113028405975133335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113028405975133335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-lost-my-useless-umbrella.html' title='I lost my useless umbrella'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-113007871564570632</id><published>2005-10-23T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T10:45:15.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The kitchen is a mess</title><content type='html'>Our kitchen is a mess.  There are dishes and trash and bottles everywhere.  There are also lots of fruit flies.  Nate said he was going to clean it last weekend, but he didn't.   I guess I have to clean it now.  I am sad because I was going to do other things today.  Like video games or sitting in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/320/kitchen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-113007871564570632?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113007871564570632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=113007871564570632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113007871564570632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/113007871564570632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/10/kitchen-is-mess.html' title='The kitchen is a mess'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-112985109158864628</id><published>2005-10-20T19:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T19:31:31.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My alarm clock died</title><content type='html'>My alarm clock died.  I was late for work.  I am sad.  I am most sad that I lost my alarm clock.  I liked it.  It always woke me up because it made a sound like a truck backing up and I would start having a nightmare about being chased down by a truck in reverse.  I thought about how I would never have those dreams again, and I was sad.  I'll miss you my little faithful friend, and sorry about how hard I hit you those times.  I know you understand it was out of love.  This picture is a tribute to your memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/alarmclock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/alarmclock.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-112985109158864628?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112985109158864628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=112985109158864628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112985109158864628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112985109158864628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-alarm-clock-died.html' title='My alarm clock died'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-112968012276058198</id><published>2005-10-18T19:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T20:10:28.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Low tide makes me sad</title><content type='html'>The tide was low when I went to work today.   It makes the shore look all dirty with dead seaweed.  It smells bad too.  There are also pools filled with crabs that want to pinch people.  I don't like crabs.  Low tide could make a ship crash into a rock if they didn't know it was low tide.  I was sad for the rest of the day.  I think the tide was in when we drove home, but I didn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/tide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/tide.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-112968012276058198?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112968012276058198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=112968012276058198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112968012276058198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112968012276058198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/10/low-tide-makes-me-sad.html' title='Low tide makes me sad'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-112939013745388060</id><published>2005-10-15T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T14:35:07.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The mathematics of T-shirt sales and XBOX 360s</title><content type='html'>I hate Pepsi.  But I've been drinking it for the last couple of months like it was water (or Coke) just to try to win a stupid XBOX 360.  Well I didn't, and now I have several cavities.  So I have to resort to selling shirts to try to raise money...  which is pointless, because I make next to nothing off cafepress.  That makes me sad.  I can't even afford to buy my own shirt.  But if you want to buy one, &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/iamsad"&gt;you can go here&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm sorry about the shameless plug, but I drew a picture to explain the math behind it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/buyashirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/buyashirt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shirt sales + me = money &lt;/span&gt;which leads to me getting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;an XBOX 360&lt;/span&gt; and being able to afford &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one of my own shirts&lt;/span&gt;.  Of course I'll still be sad, because I will have wasted $400 on an XBOX and $15 on a stupid shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you're poor like me, and you still want a shirt, you can email me at &lt;a href="mailto:raymondap@gmail.com"&gt;raymondap@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; or IM me on AIM at &lt;a href="aim:goim?screenname=aroostickguy"&gt;aroostickguy&lt;/a&gt; and I'll send you the image that I'm using on the shirts so you can make your own.  Of course that leads to no money for me, which only makes me more sad.  But if that's how you get off, that's your own problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also added mugs and a thong to the store.  Yay I guess.  And also, &lt;a href="http://www.iamsadguy.com"&gt;www.iamsadguy.com&lt;/a&gt; gets you to this site now.  I am sad because I had to buy it or else Stover said he was going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm feeling better by the way.  Thanks for all your caring emails.  I didn't get any of them.  My email must be broken.  The next post down is a guest spot. I hope you like it, because I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/iamsad"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-112939013745388060?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cafepress.com/iamsad' title='The mathematics of T-shirt sales and XBOX 360s'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112939013745388060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=112939013745388060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112939013745388060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112939013745388060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/10/mathematics-of-t-shirt-sales-and-xbox.html' title='The mathematics of T-shirt sales and XBOX 360s'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-112939946942189321</id><published>2005-10-15T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T14:37:58.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A very special post from Tom</title><content type='html'>Tom is annoying and has been bugging me about doing a guest post. I've had it for a while, and was going to hold off, but all of Tom's whining is making me sad, so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As Adam mentioned this post is a guest post prepared by me, Tom.  Last night was Friday night so we, as people our age do, decided to enjoy a few beverages.  We went to the store to buy liquor.  Adam and I really wanted to get vodka, but Jenn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-style: italic;"&gt;made&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; us get coffee brandy.  As we picked out our bottle a woman told us that "Coffee brandy makes us fat."  She was very scary and wore blue wind pants.  Adam is sad because his love for coffee brandy is eventually going to turn him into an unattractive obese slob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/coffeebrandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/coffeebrandy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;This post and image © 2005 Tom Schwarz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-112939946942189321?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112939946942189321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=112939946942189321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112939946942189321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112939946942189321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/10/very-special-post-from-tom.html' title='A very special post from Tom'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-112932870036009528</id><published>2005-10-14T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T12:20:26.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>McDonalds latenight menu</title><content type='html'>First of all, &lt;a href="http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-was-sick-today.html"&gt;I am sick (again)&lt;/a&gt;, so no new picture.  BUT there is a picture in the post... it's filler, something I was going to post earlier but didn't because I didn't like it.  Now, I post it for lack of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back after we &lt;a href="http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/10/wonder-of-it-all-not-really.html"&gt;went to Foxwoods&lt;/a&gt;, we stopped at McDonalds on our way home.  It was about 12:30 AM, but why should that matter... McDonalds is open late right?  I really wanted an apple pie, and everyone else just wanted burgers.  Turns out, the late night crew at McDonalds only knows how to make 5 items, none of which is pie or burgers.  It made me sad that the people at McDonalds didn't know how to microwave a pie... sad for them.  Hopefully someday they can overcome this occupational hurdle and move into the day shift, or at least fry duty.  I felt like getting out of the car and showing the poor, mentally challenged kid the complicated steps of microwave oven operation, but instead we drove off... hungry and very very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/mcdonalds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/mcdonalds.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See...told you it wasn't very good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-112932870036009528?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112932870036009528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=112932870036009528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112932870036009528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112932870036009528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/10/mcdonalds-latenight-menu.html' title='McDonalds latenight menu'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-112912864052038486</id><published>2005-10-12T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T10:50:40.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We didn't order that topping</title><content type='html'>I went to trivia night at the Bear Brew last night.  We lost, of course, but that wasn't the biggest disappointment of the night.  It was two for one pizza night, and someone had an extra pizza so they gave it to our table.  When we got it, we found out that Dale had ordered it with broccoli on it, which wasn't so bad until we found out it also had hair on it.  Dale probably ordered that too.  Stupid Dale.  I was sad, but I ate it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/pizza.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-112912864052038486?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112912864052038486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=112912864052038486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112912864052038486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112912864052038486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/10/we-didnt-order-that-topping.html' title='We didn&apos;t order that topping'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-112904101606423495</id><published>2005-10-11T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T10:33:33.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dale and Jenn's basement flooded</title><content type='html'>It's been raining a lot here. If that wasn't bad enough, Dale and Jenn's basement flooded and ruined a lot of stuff. I am sad about that, and so is Jenn.  I drew this picture to make Jenn feel better about it, but then it came out really bad. That looks nothing like Olive. I can't even draw a stupid hyperactive dog good. So Jenn will probably hate it, and hate me now. It's probably a good thing I didn't really go see their basement because my tears would have just added to the floodwater.  And my feet would have got wet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/basement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/basement.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-112904101606423495?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112904101606423495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=112904101606423495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112904101606423495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112904101606423495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/10/dale-and-jenns-basement-flooded.html' title='Dale and Jenn&apos;s basement flooded'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-112890142452914909</id><published>2005-10-09T19:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T19:48:40.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The wonder of it all... not really</title><content type='html'>We went to Foxwoods last night.  I won a lot on this game called "ATM" where you put in your card and guess the 4 numbers.  I won $100 on that, but then this old woman ruined it and told me it wasn't really a game.  So then I played the slot machines.  I won $13.00 on my 4th quarter, which made me happy, but then I played that $13 in the slots and lost it all.  I ended up losing $20 on slots and surrounded by old smoking ladies.  When we got back to Lee's, I cried myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/foxwoods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/foxwoods.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-112890142452914909?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112890142452914909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=112890142452914909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112890142452914909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112890142452914909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/10/wonder-of-it-all-not-really.html' title='The wonder of it all... not really'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-112878837709315872</id><published>2005-10-08T12:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T12:19:37.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jill's gonna be mad...</title><content type='html'>Jill and Lee have a nice place.  Unfortunately, it doesn't really take me and Tom long to destroy an apartment.  Jill wasn't home, and we kept doing things like losing the cat or making a huge mess or setting fires in the microwave.  We all kept saying how mad Jill was going to be.  Then I spilled a drink on the carpet.  It had alcohol in it.  Her cat helped me clean it up.  Jill's gonna be mad if she finds out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/jill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/jill.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-112878837709315872?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112878837709315872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=112878837709315872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112878837709315872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112878837709315872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/10/jills-gonna-be-mad.html' title='Jill&apos;s gonna be mad...'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-112878198400692826</id><published>2005-10-08T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T10:33:04.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The bar next door was strange</title><content type='html'>We went into Providence last night to go to Murphy's Irish Pub.  It was good.  Me and Tom went outside for air and saw a lot of people at the next bar down.  There were a lot of guys.  I thought I saw a couple girls, but it turns out they weren't.  They were guys too.  They all looked like they were having fun, but Tom said we couldn't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/strangebar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/strangebar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-112878198400692826?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112878198400692826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=112878198400692826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112878198400692826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112878198400692826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/10/bar-next-door-was-strange.html' title='The bar next door was strange'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-112878090409402584</id><published>2005-10-07T08:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T10:43:58.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy people kidnapped Lee (and Tom and Steve)</title><content type='html'>I'm in Rhode Island.  We were in a parking lot and crazy people took Lee away.  Me and Steve and Tom tried to find them, but a crazy girl named Desere (Desirae...I don't know how to spell it) made us get in a car.  I escaped, but Tom and Steve got taken away.  I went to get help, but then I got tired and fell asleep in the back of my truck.  They all came back and found me a couple of hours later.  I was sleeping and they woke me up.  That was a mean thing to do.  I drew this picture, but I didn't have room for Steve in it.  I drew a bird though.  You can pretend that is Steve.  I like birds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/kidnapped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/kidnapped.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-112878090409402584?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112878090409402584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=112878090409402584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112878090409402584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112878090409402584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/10/crazy-people-kidnapped-lee-and-tom-and.html' title='Crazy people kidnapped Lee (and Tom and Steve)'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-112856776698322903</id><published>2005-10-05T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T07:53:22.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin Rose hates me</title><content type='html'>Jerome posted my blog on digg.  I guess Kevin Rose doesn't like it because it was taken off digg even though it got a lot of diggs in 30 minutes.  That must mean that Kevin Rose hates me.  I'm very sad.  I'm sorry Kevin.  I'm sorry for making you mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/digg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/digg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-112856776698322903?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112856776698322903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=112856776698322903' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112856776698322903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112856776698322903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/10/kevin-rose-hates-me.html' title='Kevin Rose hates me'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-112856686610531172</id><published>2005-10-05T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:47:46.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Sox lost...again...</title><content type='html'>The Red Sox lost again tonight.  I even stayed up late to watch the game through, which is going to make me tired and sad tomorrow.  At this rate I won't be able to watch Johnny Damon play much more this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/redsox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/redsox.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-112856686610531172?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112856686610531172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=112856686610531172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112856686610531172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112856686610531172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/10/red-sox-lostagain.html' title='The Red Sox lost...again...'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-112829418616329351</id><published>2005-10-02T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T19:03:06.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I won a stupid pink pony.</title><content type='html'>I was at the store the other day and I saw one of those crane machines with stuffed animals in it.  There was also this really cool stuffed Batman.  I really wanted the Batman.  I put in 50 cents to play, and I won.  I didn't win Batman, so I am sad.  I won a stupid pink pony.  I don't even want it, and I can't even give it away.  I wish I had my 50 cents back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/batman.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-112829418616329351?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112829418616329351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=112829418616329351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112829418616329351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112829418616329351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-won-stupid-pink-pony.html' title='I won a stupid pink pony.'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-112811037587130541</id><published>2005-09-30T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:06:39.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So bored</title><content type='html'>I'm bored, but I drew this really awesome picture.  It was really really funny.  Then I lost it because my computer at work is dumb.  So I drew this one instead.  It has a dinosaur in it.  I don't really like dinosaurs.  This picture really sucks and is no where near as funny as the one I lost, but it's all I care to give you.  I'm never going to remake the one I lost either, because it makes me too sad to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/dino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/dino.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that wasn't enough, it's Friday.  That means there are only two days until Monday, and I hate Mondays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-112811037587130541?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112811037587130541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=112811037587130541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112811037587130541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112811037587130541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-bored.html' title='So bored'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-112804299980336841</id><published>2005-09-29T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T17:53:30.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>See what you made me do</title><content type='html'>See what happens when you keep bugging me to post stuff here?  DO YOU SEE???  For your punishment, you will have to look at these pictures Brian drew.  They make me sad.  You make me sad too, especially Jenn.  Very very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/dan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/dan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/selfportrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/selfportrait.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh by the way, your precious new pictures are below, dated on the days I actually made them.  And don't ask me what is wrong with Brian... I ask myself that all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Images copyright Brian Burke, created in MS Paint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-112804299980336841?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112804299980336841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=112804299980336841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112804299980336841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112804299980336841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/09/see-what-you-made-me-do.html' title='See what you made me do'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-112804261040055892</id><published>2005-09-27T20:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T21:34:19.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I was sick today</title><content type='html'>I was sick and threw up a lot today.  I drew this picture.  It's not very good.  I look like a French person with a stupid beret hat thing, but it's supposed to be a hot water bottle.  That thing in my mouth is a thermometer, but you probably couldn't tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/sick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/sick.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-112804261040055892?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112804261040055892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=112804261040055892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112804261040055892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112804261040055892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-was-sick-today.html' title='I was sick today'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-112804245222656919</id><published>2005-09-24T09:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T21:07:32.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawnmowers are loud</title><content type='html'>Larry woke me up when he was mowing the lawn.  I really wanted to sleep late, but he was being too loud.  I think he secretly hates me.  That makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/larry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/larry.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-112804245222656919?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112804245222656919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=112804245222656919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112804245222656919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112804245222656919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/09/lawnmowers-are-loud.html' title='Lawnmowers are loud'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-112804232276976266</id><published>2005-09-22T07:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T21:05:22.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate to rake.</title><content type='html'>It's fall.  The leaves are changing.  That means they will fall off the trees soon.  That makes me sad because I will have to rake them.  I hate to rake.  Stupid trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/fall.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-112804232276976266?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112804232276976266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=112804232276976266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112804232276976266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112804232276976266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-hate-to-rake.html' title='I hate to rake.'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-112722868033297850</id><published>2005-09-20T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T11:04:40.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I really wanted tacos.</title><content type='html'>I just had lunch.  I ate soup that Jenn made.  It was good, but I really wanted a taco.  A taco probably wouldn't have been as good as I am thinking, because the shell is usually too soggy.  Now I'm sad because I am thinking of soggy tacos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/tacos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/tacos1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-112722868033297850?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112722868033297850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=112722868033297850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112722868033297850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112722868033297850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-really-wanted-tacos.html' title='I really wanted tacos.'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-112706481364099591</id><published>2005-09-18T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T13:34:19.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adelphia is bad</title><content type='html'>The cable is not working right.  It hasn't worked right for a while.  It makes me sad.  I can't watch movies so I have to draw this stupid picture.  Adelphia is mean and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/adelphia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/adelphia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-112706481364099591?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112706481364099591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=112706481364099591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112706481364099591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112706481364099591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/09/adelphia-is-bad.html' title='Adelphia is bad'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-112706555522162007</id><published>2005-09-18T09:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T13:45:55.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenn said I have a big head</title><content type='html'>We watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy &lt;/span&gt;last night.  I liked it, but Jenn kept saying I was like Marvin the robot.  I think that was her way of saying I have a big head.  That made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/marvin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/marvin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-112706555522162007?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112706555522162007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=112706555522162007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112706555522162007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112706555522162007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/09/jenn-said-i-have-big-head.html' title='Jenn said I have a big head'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-112696303655919579</id><published>2005-09-17T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T09:17:16.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>Its raining today.  I'm sad that I can't play outside.  Well I could, but then I would get wet.  I'd be more sad if I was wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/rain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-112696303655919579?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112696303655919579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=112696303655919579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112696303655919579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112696303655919579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/09/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-112645162856437565</id><published>2005-09-11T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T09:23:16.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I got lost in the woods</title><content type='html'>I got lost in the woods last night walking home.  I was scared and sad.  I thought I heard a wolf, but it could have been a squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/lost1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/lost1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-112645162856437565?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112645162856437565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=112645162856437565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112645162856437565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112645162856437565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-got-lost-in-woods.html' title='I got lost in the woods'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-112645247659109699</id><published>2005-09-10T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T09:22:44.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for breaking glass where my kids play</title><content type='html'>Dale broke bottles infront of my house.  That made Zac mad.  It made me sad that Zac was mad.  Thanks Dale.  Thanks for breaking glass where my kids play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/dale-glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/dale-glass.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-112645247659109699?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112645247659109699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=112645247659109699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112645247659109699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112645247659109699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/09/thanks-for-breaking-glass-where-my.html' title='Thanks for breaking glass where my kids play'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-112593560397901130</id><published>2005-09-05T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T09:22:18.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There was a party</title><content type='html'>I went to a party last night.  Dale fell off a balcony and Porto and some other people broke chairs.  Dale getting hurt made me sad cause he could have died.  The broken chairs made me REALLY sad because I wanted to sit in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/daledied.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/daledied.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edit:&lt;/span&gt; Jenn was right.  The guy with the hat is J. B. (J. J.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-112593560397901130?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112593560397901130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=112593560397901130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112593560397901130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112593560397901130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/09/there-was-party.html' title='There was a party'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-112588008075499057</id><published>2005-09-04T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T09:21:57.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Picnic</title><content type='html'>Had the family picnic today. The grill didn't catch on fire, and the food was good. I drew a picture of the grill on fire, and how sad I would have been, because that would have made my burger burnt and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/grill1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/grill1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-112588008075499057?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112588008075499057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=112588008075499057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112588008075499057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112588008075499057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/09/family-picnic.html' title='Family Picnic'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-112579962899064224</id><published>2005-09-03T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T09:20:06.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenn is sad</title><content type='html'>Jenn told me she was sad.  That makes me sad too.  It probably had something to do with Olive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/jenn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/jenn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-112579962899064224?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112579962899064224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=112579962899064224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112579962899064224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112579962899064224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/09/jenn-is-sad.html' title='Jenn is sad'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-112578344123061034</id><published>2005-09-03T17:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T09:18:35.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halo 2 with Dale</title><content type='html'>I played Halo 2 with Dale on Live.  We lost a lot because I don't know the new maps and Dale kinda sucks.  I am sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/dale-halo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/dale-halo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-112578344123061034?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112578344123061034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=112578344123061034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112578344123061034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112578344123061034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/09/halo-2-with-dale.html' title='Halo 2 with Dale'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-112576440580627612</id><published>2005-09-03T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T09:18:15.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad again :(</title><content type='html'>I broke the toilet.  It made water go all over the floor.  I am sad again today.  I drew a picture of me sad.  Nate is going to be mad.  I might draw a picture of Nate mad because that would make me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/toilet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-112576440580627612?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112576440580627612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=112576440580627612' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112576440580627612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112576440580627612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/09/sad-again.html' title='Sad again :('/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16261384.post-112576203585484823</id><published>2005-09-03T08:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T09:17:48.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brian is mean.</title><content type='html'>Brian made me sad today.  He said he wished I was dead.  I am sad.  I drew a picture showing me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/1600/brain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1815/197/400/brain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16261384-112576203585484823?l=iamsadguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112576203585484823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16261384&amp;postID=112576203585484823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112576203585484823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16261384/posts/default/112576203585484823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsadguy.blogspot.com/2005/09/brian-is-mean.html' title='Brian is mean.'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826989589749452726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpQCs0X4y8/SpHUFqKANCI/AAAAAAAABY4/7rgFAYBvXKs/s1600-R/Picture_5.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
