<?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-4812486603908698415</id><updated>2011-08-02T19:38:11.399-04:00</updated><category term='board games'/><category term='personal relations'/><category term='cinema'/><category term='the tubes'/><category term='consumables'/><title type='text'>Our Collected Regrets</title><subtitle type='html'>Sometimes we do things that we regret.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-collected-regrets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812486603908698415/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-collected-regrets.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bryce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405592610378934466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812486603908698415.post-4704052445799312535</id><published>2009-09-28T11:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:50:38.210-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consumables'/><title type='text'>Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qVtm8i4YSQQ/SsDZ68gcN6I/AAAAAAAAAZY/7xuisAumnnc/s1600-h/IMG_6325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qVtm8i4YSQQ/SsDZ68gcN6I/AAAAAAAAAZY/7xuisAumnnc/s400/IMG_6325.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386544761032947618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rather than trusting a time-tested and proven delicious brand, I purchased the above package of Big Top sandwich cookies because I am poor and they were very cheap.  Later we discovered, not surprisingly, that they are cheap because they are manufactured primarily from sawdust.  Astute readers will note that this did not stop us from eating more than half of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812486603908698415-4704052445799312535?l=our-collected-regrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-collected-regrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4704052445799312535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-collected-regrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/cookies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812486603908698415/posts/default/4704052445799312535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812486603908698415/posts/default/4704052445799312535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-collected-regrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/cookies.html' title='Cookies'/><author><name>Bryce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405592610378934466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qVtm8i4YSQQ/SsDZ68gcN6I/AAAAAAAAAZY/7xuisAumnnc/s72-c/IMG_6325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812486603908698415.post-1410756541823998750</id><published>2009-09-04T23:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:51:25.170-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consumables'/><title type='text'>Little Caesars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYMTW-v4mQc/SqHVqTbHvrI/AAAAAAAAABo/9Gp-bJeItlY/s1600-h/littlecaesars_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYMTW-v4mQc/SqHVqTbHvrI/AAAAAAAAABo/9Gp-bJeItlY/s320/littlecaesars_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377814352802332338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my return from a Great Northern vacation, passing through the no-man's land of Northern PA, I spied a little restaurant from my past -- a Little Caesars existed, outside a K-Mart! I had to eat there, for nostalgia's sake. My stomach later disagreed with this decision. Some crazy bread and cheese pizza later, I regretted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812486603908698415-1410756541823998750?l=our-collected-regrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-collected-regrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1410756541823998750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-collected-regrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-my-return-from-great-northern.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812486603908698415/posts/default/1410756541823998750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812486603908698415/posts/default/1410756541823998750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-collected-regrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-my-return-from-great-northern.html' title='Little Caesars'/><author><name>Chester Harman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893087346987324130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LYMTW-v4mQc/SqHVqTbHvrI/AAAAAAAAABo/9Gp-bJeItlY/s72-c/littlecaesars_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812486603908698415.post-810010067306953260</id><published>2009-08-26T21:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:46:21.693-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal relations'/><title type='text'>A Really Bad Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qVtm8i4YSQQ/SpXj-oIenJI/AAAAAAAAAWg/RpFa2bqtyfg/s1600-h/chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qVtm8i4YSQQ/SpXj-oIenJI/AAAAAAAAAWg/RpFa2bqtyfg/s400/chicken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374452395400928402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents came to visit me today, and over dinner my father says "So, do you know what the baby chick said when he saw his mother sitting on an orange?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just glare at him for a few seconds, because I know the precise kind of groan I will be uttering in the near future.  Unable to recall the punch line, I resign myself to my fate and say "No, I don't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gee!  Look at the orange Marma laid!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812486603908698415-810010067306953260?l=our-collected-regrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-collected-regrets.blogspot.com/feeds/810010067306953260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-collected-regrets.blogspot.com/2009/08/really-bad-joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812486603908698415/posts/default/810010067306953260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812486603908698415/posts/default/810010067306953260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-collected-regrets.blogspot.com/2009/08/really-bad-joke.html' title='A Really Bad Joke'/><author><name>Bryce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405592610378934466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qVtm8i4YSQQ/SpXj-oIenJI/AAAAAAAAAWg/RpFa2bqtyfg/s72-c/chicken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812486603908698415.post-4838264189848704197</id><published>2009-08-12T13:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T13:59:07.999-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the tubes'/><title type='text'>Bad Taste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qVtm8i4YSQQ/SoMBDSwuc3I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-xSja9kZOZA/s1600-h/regret+colors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qVtm8i4YSQQ/SoMBDSwuc3I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-xSja9kZOZA/s400/regret+colors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369136336843207538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to describing what I felt in my mouth after actually seeing the inaugural posts on this blog, this post accurately indicates the object of my regret.  I was creating the blog in the presence of my esteemed peers and they were all like "just pick a layout, it doesn't matter which one" and "yeah, whatever, it's not a big deal" so I picked one.&lt;br /&gt;For the curious, here is a picture of the previous post, captured for all time in glorious pink and purple Barney-the-Dinosaur-o-vision.  I trust everyone will find the new scheme more acceptable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812486603908698415-4838264189848704197?l=our-collected-regrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-collected-regrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4838264189848704197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-collected-regrets.blogspot.com/2009/08/bad-taste.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812486603908698415/posts/default/4838264189848704197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812486603908698415/posts/default/4838264189848704197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-collected-regrets.blogspot.com/2009/08/bad-taste.html' title='Bad Taste'/><author><name>Bryce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405592610378934466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qVtm8i4YSQQ/SoMBDSwuc3I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-xSja9kZOZA/s72-c/regret+colors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812486603908698415.post-3202139572173827371</id><published>2009-08-08T23:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T13:58:50.123-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'>"A prehistoric beast born 50 million years out of time!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYMTW-v4mQc/Sn5A1DWefQI/AAAAAAAAABg/WFeBPjHjGvo/s1600-h/reptilicus-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYMTW-v4mQc/Sn5A1DWefQI/AAAAAAAAABg/WFeBPjHjGvo/s320/reptilicus-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367799086049033474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that Godzilla took a lower-budget vacation in Copenhagen, after being buried for approximately seventy million years. Now, also imagine that he could regrow himself from a six-foot section of his tail, which is the only piece found of his enormous frame. You can now begin to share our regrets at having seen a film that has an IMDB rating of 3.3, just shy of the bottom 100 films of all time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812486603908698415-3202139572173827371?l=our-collected-regrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-collected-regrets.blogspot.com/feeds/3202139572173827371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-collected-regrets.blogspot.com/2009/08/prehistoric-beast-born-50-million-years.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812486603908698415/posts/default/3202139572173827371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812486603908698415/posts/default/3202139572173827371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-collected-regrets.blogspot.com/2009/08/prehistoric-beast-born-50-million-years.html' title='&quot;A prehistoric beast born 50 million years out of time!&quot;'/><author><name>Chester Harman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893087346987324130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LYMTW-v4mQc/Sn5A1DWefQI/AAAAAAAAABg/WFeBPjHjGvo/s72-c/reptilicus-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812486603908698415.post-2246906597215255689</id><published>2009-08-01T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T18:55:00.720-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='board games'/><title type='text'>A Game of Monopoly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qVtm8i4YSQQ/SnTFhM7cQHI/AAAAAAAAATg/jtymX7z_oog/s1600-h/Monopoly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qVtm8i4YSQQ/SnTFhM7cQHI/AAAAAAAAATg/jtymX7z_oog/s400/Monopoly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365130230301999218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fully ignoring the well-established fact that a game of Monopoly is one of life's most interminable events, the four of us sat down to a game of it today just after lunch.  It just ended.  Here is a picture of the board at the end; congratulations to Harry on his victory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812486603908698415-2246906597215255689?l=our-collected-regrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-collected-regrets.blogspot.com/feeds/2246906597215255689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://our-collected-regrets.blogspot.com/2009/08/game-of-monopoly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812486603908698415/posts/default/2246906597215255689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812486603908698415/posts/default/2246906597215255689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-collected-regrets.blogspot.com/2009/08/game-of-monopoly.html' title='A Game of Monopoly'/><author><name>Bryce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405592610378934466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qVtm8i4YSQQ/SnTFhM7cQHI/AAAAAAAAATg/jtymX7z_oog/s72-c/Monopoly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
