<?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-618917554857098637</id><updated>2011-08-09T09:09:12.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Jack</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16145695323654359374</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>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618917554857098637.post-3916720124926091237</id><published>2010-11-11T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T06:29:51.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fit for fall - 10 days in</title><content type='html'>Yes, fit for fall has begun and we are about 10 days in.  I thought I would throw out some statistics:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number of runs: 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number of ellipticals: 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days exercising: 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salads for meals: 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steaks consumed: 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Average number of drinks consumed/night: 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leftover Kit-Kats from Halloween/day: 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smokes: unknown, but &gt; than 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, clearly i'm off to a good start.  I'm proud of this start.  Imagine working out, dieting, doing everything you should and still gaining weight?  That would be more depressing than anything.  In fact, people like that generally spend their days wearing Milan jumpsuits and drinking espresso.  Those people also don't pay their gambling debts.  I'm talking about you Dom, you hack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With just over 35 days left, I'll consider a run and maybe some other form of exercise.  I also refuse to keep track of my weight day to day.  I'm not stepping on the scale until Dec. 20.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea what music was playing on my drive in...I can't remember.  It's irrelevant, like most things in life.&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/618917554857098637-3916720124926091237?l=thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/feeds/3916720124926091237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618917554857098637&amp;postID=3916720124926091237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/3916720124926091237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/3916720124926091237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/2010/11/fit-for-fall-10-days-in.html' title='Fit for fall - 10 days in'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16145695323654359374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618917554857098637.post-2289059700904693576</id><published>2010-11-02T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T06:19:46.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oklahoma is (probably) NOT OK</title><content type='html'>Yep...Nov. 2...election day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, the music to the polling center:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't drive 55: Sammy Hagar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently i'm channeling all the old OK-First classics...this was a big one back in the day with Deke.  Long boring story on this one, so i'll save it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to politics...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, let me just say this:  If you vote Tea Party, you're part of the fucking problem, not the solution.  Grow up and educate yourself, especially if you're in Oklahoma.  "Don't Tread on Me"?  Are you serious?  Oklahoma gets $1.30 from the federal government for every tax dollar collected.  Tell you what, you don't like the federal government?  See what happens when they cut federal spending in Oklahoma by 20+%, then see if you cry another tune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only notable race in Oklahoma is for Governor and we have the choice between two republicans.  One, listed as a democrat, is intelligent and has good ideas.  The other is the devil who spews out repoob talking points.  You can guess who wins this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, we have ridiculous state questions this year.  State questions include:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Showing your ID when you vote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making English the official language&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Repealing health care reform&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;numerous education questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All are ridiculous and narrow minded, but most will pass.  Oh the drama in 10 years when a voter's unemployed daughter has her 3rd kid from as many unknown fathers.  They'll struggle to find health care and the child will be fucked.  But hey, at least the government isn't telling them what to do!  The argument on health care is ridiculous.  It's a good idea, much like railroad crossing gates.  Yet, people refuse this idea of universal health care.  It's doesn't affect them, but because it's from Obama, IT'S BAD.  DON'T TREAD ON ME.  These are the same assholes who look at that railroad crossing and say, "fuck it, i'm going".  I hope the train wins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last, the drive in to work again channeled an OK-First great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take me home tonight:  Eddie Money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the words of Coconut Pete:  "you think Eddie Money has to put up with this shit?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bonus if anyone can tell me the secret ingredient to Coconut Pete's paella?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618917554857098637-2289059700904693576?l=thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/feeds/2289059700904693576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618917554857098637&amp;postID=2289059700904693576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/2289059700904693576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/2289059700904693576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/2010/11/oklahoma-is-probably-not-ok.html' title='Oklahoma is (probably) NOT OK'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16145695323654359374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618917554857098637.post-8843572505150572894</id><published>2010-11-01T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T07:51:34.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fit for fall</title><content type='html'>Ok, we're back in action on this blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, the drive time music.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jukebox Hero - Foreigner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Classic song back from the days of OK-First.  Nothing beat a drive to Ada with this blaring from the shitty OU rental's speaker system.  I can't comment on how this song will impact my day, we'll have to see if there's a new correlation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, a little humor:  Fit for Fall.  This is one of the many times of year the guys all decide they are fat (which we are) and need to lose weight (which we won't).  It's fun to watch the 2 weeks of eating salads, Mike's insistence that carbs are bad, Matt going on a steroid cycle, and james exercising naked by the window of his living room.  My plan, drunkorexia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Thanksgiving this will all be moot, we'll still be fat (bald) losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/618917554857098637-8843572505150572894?l=thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/feeds/8843572505150572894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618917554857098637&amp;postID=8843572505150572894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/8843572505150572894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/8843572505150572894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/2010/11/fit-for-fall.html' title='Fit for fall'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16145695323654359374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618917554857098637.post-662771168091411452</id><published>2010-10-29T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T07:50:38.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The return of shit.</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's been over 2 years...but it's coming back.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more the morning jack, the "brew" will be providing some fodder for this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music is just as shitty, and i'm just as low.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday, i'm back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618917554857098637-662771168091411452?l=thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/feeds/662771168091411452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618917554857098637&amp;postID=662771168091411452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/662771168091411452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/662771168091411452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/2010/10/return-of-shit.html' title='The return of shit.'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16145695323654359374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618917554857098637.post-1186121598554296575</id><published>2008-03-31T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T18:51:58.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>contest time...</title><content type='html'>First comment to tell me what 80's movie this appeared in, along with a plot description (don't copy IMDB) and cast list wins a prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead Man's Party -- Oingo Boingo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jack scored bigtime here...this station is on a great, great roll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618917554857098637-1186121598554296575?l=thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/feeds/1186121598554296575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618917554857098637&amp;postID=1186121598554296575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/1186121598554296575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/1186121598554296575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/2008/03/contest-time.html' title='contest time...'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16145695323654359374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618917554857098637.post-3073792798873968236</id><published>2008-03-31T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T07:43:36.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't feel like shit...yet</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I said it.  I feel ok today.  No suicidal tendencies yet.  This morning, I awoke to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love -- The Outfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good tune, got me up, got me moving.  Then I got in the car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're Not Gonna Take It -- Twisted Sister&lt;br /&gt;Sledgehammer -- Peter Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More good shit.  I recently found an old PG album to listen to, so this was nice.  Now,  my attitude is a ticking time bomb...is good for now, but how long until I try to drown myself in a storm drain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618917554857098637-3073792798873968236?l=thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/feeds/3073792798873968236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618917554857098637&amp;postID=3073792798873968236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/3073792798873968236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/3073792798873968236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-dont-feel-like-shityet.html' title='I don&apos;t feel like shit...yet'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16145695323654359374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618917554857098637.post-2620271592171728541</id><published>2008-03-25T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T09:19:00.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, The Bad, and Steve Winwood</title><content type='html'>Yeah, you guessed it...Steve-Fucking-Winwood.  For those who haven't never been around me when a song comes on from Winwood, I hate this fucking guy.  He should burn in hell with Michael Bolton and Roger Clemens.  I can't help but wish bad things on this guy.  His music is awful, tacky, and to be honest useless to society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, here's what I woke up to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meant to Live -- Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this song, I hate this band. This should have been a sign. Really.  But I got up, and showered, and got in the car.  Upon the turn of a key, I get this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torn -- Natalie Imbruglia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I'd shit my pants over this song...another awful tune. But, I love it because it then reminds me of this  &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=v70rD9RGlK0"&gt;clip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the nail in the coffin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll with It -- Steve Winwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know in the past, I have figured the worse the music, the better the day.  This is bullshit when it comes to Steve Winwood.  Nothing makes me want to slit my wrists and do pushups in rubbing alcohol more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618917554857098637-2620271592171728541?l=thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/feeds/2620271592171728541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618917554857098637&amp;postID=2620271592171728541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/2620271592171728541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/2620271592171728541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-bad-and-steve-winwood.html' title='The Good, The Bad, and Steve Winwood'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16145695323654359374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618917554857098637.post-2354755490717083282</id><published>2008-03-24T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T09:35:25.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like heaven</title><content type='html'>Yeah, post holiday Mondays suck.  At least the music was entertaining.  I woke up to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Like Heaven -- The Cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad start, given how bad I feel.  This weekend was a learning experience.  What I learned... It's not advisable to run long distances (10.5 miles), then take part in 4 bottles of wine.  Don't think the human body was built for that kind of torture.  But oh, what a ride it was. 4 hours of riding high, then a sudden and abrupt end.  Passing out at 9:30pm was the result of the actions of Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funky Cold Medina -- Tone Loc&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting -- Elton John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you say about these songs?  I don't know, my brain isn't working.  It will all end soon...just not soon enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618917554857098637-2354755490717083282?l=thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/feeds/2354755490717083282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618917554857098637&amp;postID=2354755490717083282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/2354755490717083282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/2354755490717083282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-like-heaven.html' title='Just like heaven'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16145695323654359374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618917554857098637.post-2501402054932095975</id><published>2008-03-17T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T07:01:53.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn around, go home...walk away.</title><content type='html'>Honestly, i'm not sure a Monday could start any worse than this.  Alarm goes off, and you hear this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Go Breaking My Heart --  Elton John and Kiki Dee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have stayed in bed.  I should have take the toaster into the shower with me.  I should have not come to work.  But, I figured, it has to get better...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play That Funky Music -- Wild Cherry&lt;br /&gt;Cryin' -- Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus.  I mean, really...these songs?  Many folks have read this blog and said "change the fucking station".  Normally, i'd rather listen to bad music than two DJ schmucks rambling about fart jokes or some bullshit.  Today, I was ready to change it over.  I was ready to go NPR or something.  Luckily (or not, depends on your point of view) I made it to the parking lot of the NWC safely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy St. Patty's day.  I hope i'm jumped and beaten to death by Irish hooligans.  One good headbutt to put me out of my misery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618917554857098637-2501402054932095975?l=thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/feeds/2501402054932095975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618917554857098637&amp;postID=2501402054932095975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/2501402054932095975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/2501402054932095975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/2008/03/turn-around-go-homewalk-away.html' title='Turn around, go home...walk away.'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16145695323654359374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618917554857098637.post-3568809303158048166</id><published>2008-03-13T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T07:08:30.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance all day long...</title><content type='html'>When your day starts with Wang Chung...what do you do? I leave this as an open question for my 4 readers to respond to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 24 hours of optimism came and went with really no impact on anything.  So, by that rationale, there is really no reason for optimism any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance Hall Days:  Wang Chung&lt;br /&gt;Man on the Run: One 2 Many&lt;br /&gt;Queen: Another One Bites the Dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any drive that ends with Queen is a good ride.  You can't get enough Queen.  Just like I can't drink enough Gin.  This has to end soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618917554857098637-3568809303158048166?l=thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/feeds/3568809303158048166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618917554857098637&amp;postID=3568809303158048166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/3568809303158048166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/3568809303158048166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/2008/03/dance-all-day-long.html' title='Dance all day long...'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16145695323654359374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618917554857098637.post-6775672064761877731</id><published>2008-03-11T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T07:46:00.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on the chain Gang...</title><content type='html'>Ok, it's been a few days since the last posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eternal pessimist I am, I will say this:  No day can go bad when you start it with Chrissie Hynde.  The Pretenders were rockin' the Jack, and the gal from Cleveland has me motivated.  Granted, this motivation may not last until lunch, so we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's drive in songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on the Chain Gang:  The Pretenders&lt;br /&gt;Superstition:  Stevie Wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice follow-up to the Prentenders, the funk of Stevie.  I can't complain.  For the first time, I can't complain about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it may be that final moment of bliss one experiences before death...ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618917554857098637-6775672064761877731?l=thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/feeds/6775672064761877731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618917554857098637&amp;postID=6775672064761877731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/6775672064761877731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/6775672064761877731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-on-chain-gang.html' title='Back on the chain Gang...'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16145695323654359374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618917554857098637.post-5449373720615977778</id><published>2008-03-03T06:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T06:26:15.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleet sucks</title><content type='html'>Honestly, is there anything worse than waking up to sleet?  Snow has a few redeemable qualities, and freezing rain will shut down the university.  Sleet just piles up on your car, and has no purpose.  For the record, yesterday afternoon is was warm, breezy with a tornadoes rampaging through the state.  This morning, we get ice.  Screw this state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the drive time music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melt With You:  Modern English&lt;br /&gt;Can't Get Enough:  Bad Company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't that bad of a drive in.  A little Modern English (ruined by Taco Bell commercials) is always appreciated.  The Bad Company made me feel like I should be driving an '87 Camaro (IROC).  Shitty day outside, with a moderate chance of being the same inside.  Maybe i'll get lucky, they'll shut down work.  Or maybe that stroke will finally get me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618917554857098637-5449373720615977778?l=thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/feeds/5449373720615977778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618917554857098637&amp;postID=5449373720615977778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/5449373720615977778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/5449373720615977778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/2008/03/sleet-sucks.html' title='Sleet sucks'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16145695323654359374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618917554857098637.post-980425603784317554</id><published>2008-02-26T07:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T07:06:19.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>User Feedback Day...</title><content type='html'>Ok, nobody reads this thing.  I know this.  But today is user feedback day.  Every update includes some form of death for myself.  Most of them are suicides, but i'm never that lucky or driven.  So, my loyal readers, I ask that you give your ideal death scenario (natural or man-made).  Leave your ideas in the comments section.  Jimmy, hopefully you'll find inspiration through my two or three readers...one of which will actually leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebel Yell:  Billy Idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great start to the day.  Twisted Sister one day, Billy the next...maybe things are looking up.  And maybe Dennis Kucinich will come back to get the democratic nominee.  On the drive in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Magic:  The Cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not my favorite Cars tune, but it will do.  Didn't Billy Idol mess himself up in a motorcycle accident?  He should try harder...maybe i'll ride my bike today.  Maybe i'll disengage the brakes.  That should be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618917554857098637-980425603784317554?l=thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/feeds/980425603784317554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618917554857098637&amp;postID=980425603784317554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/980425603784317554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/980425603784317554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/2008/02/user-feedback-day.html' title='User Feedback Day...'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16145695323654359374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618917554857098637.post-689156856948563319</id><published>2008-02-25T07:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T07:30:05.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If so, who answers???</title><content type='html'>OK, if there's one thing i've learned this weekend it's this:  don't read email.  It can only hurt you. In fact, using a computer for anything other than ball scores and porn should be prohibited.  So with that said, before I looked to the Jack to give me any indication of what the week will hold.  So as I set my alarm, I turned it on.  Here's what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tube Snake Boogie:  ZZ Top &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sure I was going to die in my sleep with that.  So, I decided to give it a second try:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're Not Gonna Take It:  Twisted Sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inspired.  I was excited to see the next week.  Then I fell asleep and forgot all about it until my alarm went off in the AM.  Another kick in the nuts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Says You Can't Go Home:  Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.  Are you kidding me?  My last chance was the drive in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alive:  Pearl Jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good tune, was feeling better.  Then thought about the movie "Alive", plane crashes...cannibalism.  I'm fucked this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: My two faithful readers like reading to see how I would kill myself today.  Unfortunately, I think a blood clot is forming in my brain.  So it's "natural causes" today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618917554857098637-689156856948563319?l=thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/feeds/689156856948563319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618917554857098637&amp;postID=689156856948563319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/689156856948563319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/689156856948563319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-so-who-answers.html' title='If so, who answers???'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16145695323654359374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618917554857098637.post-1218472015251490537</id><published>2008-02-22T07:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T07:05:51.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It started real bad...</title><content type='html'>Will it get better?  I woke up to a sore neck and Bryan Adams.  What can be worse?  Wake up song:&lt;br /&gt;Straight from the Heart -- Bryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All signs point to staying in bed, taking a bunch of pills and sleeping for an eternity.  But, for some reason I showered instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive time songs didn't get much better.  I think I caught the last bar or two of the Pretenders, but I can't be sure.  Instead I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's My Life -- Talk Talk&lt;br /&gt;Hold the Line -- Toto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Toto was a nice touch to the day.  It's Friday, barring any major bullshit, I may live through the week.  But, I still have enough medication and whiskey to end things quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618917554857098637-1218472015251490537?l=thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/feeds/1218472015251490537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618917554857098637&amp;postID=1218472015251490537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/1218472015251490537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/1218472015251490537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-started-real-bad.html' title='It started real bad...'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16145695323654359374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618917554857098637.post-6729457329503616670</id><published>2008-02-20T06:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T06:25:48.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Lights or Train Lights....?</title><content type='html'>Ok, it's been a few days.  I apologize for the lack of blogs (jimmy).  Today I heard more commercials than music.  Oh, and the music sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start me up -- Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to the commercials.  There's a frequently played PSA about playing on train tracks.  Some random B-list country singer talking about 6 high school friends who died in a train/truck crash.  All of this while some song, I think it's called "Dead on the Tracks" is playing in the background.  It's ridiculous that this PSA even needs to be made.  If you're dumb enough to play on the tracks, and not move when a train comes, then you're an idiot.  If you drive your truck across the tracks when a train comes then you're drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, if you park your car on the tracks...then you're me at the end of this day.  I hope the train comes this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618917554857098637-6729457329503616670?l=thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/feeds/6729457329503616670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618917554857098637&amp;postID=6729457329503616670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/6729457329503616670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/6729457329503616670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/2008/02/christmas-lights-or-train-lights.html' title='Christmas Lights or Train Lights....?'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16145695323654359374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618917554857098637.post-5164741766750888748</id><published>2008-02-15T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T06:41:15.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Hard to Leave When You Can't Find the Door...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I have a little apprehension about today.  It started well before I got in the car, and well before I heard my first song of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fearing a bad day, I was hoping for miserable music for my drive in.  It appears there is a negative correlation between music and how my day goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I turn the key and get:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What Have I Done To Deserve This" -- Pet Shop Boys&lt;br /&gt;"Life's Been Good To Me So Far" -- Joe Walsh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two stellar drive-time songs for my morning.  But lets look a little deeper.  "What have I don't to deserve this?"...is this a foreshadowing of things to come today?  "Life's been good to me so far"...suggesting the end of good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annual evaluation is coming up shortly...lets hope it's not today.  Luckily, my car emits enough exhaust and my garage is air-tight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618917554857098637-5164741766750888748?l=thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/feeds/5164741766750888748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618917554857098637&amp;postID=5164741766750888748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/5164741766750888748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/5164741766750888748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-hard-to-leave-when-you-cant-find.html' title='It&apos;s Hard to Leave When You Can&apos;t Find the Door...'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16145695323654359374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618917554857098637.post-2781359988931230691</id><published>2008-02-14T06:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T07:06:13.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I take a day off...</title><content type='html'>It's funny how the ones who criticize you for starting a blog are the same people who ask you if you've updated it every day.  That's you Jimmy, you hack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is becoming more and more clear, the better the music, the worse the day.  I can handle that, but now I dread hearing something I like on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World I Know -- Collective Soul&lt;br /&gt;My Kinda Lover -- Billy Squire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a random selection today.  Collective Soul had fallen off the face of the earth some around 1998 and nobody could ID Billy Squire in a police lineup if it was him and 4 midgets in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm equally indifferent about these songs, so I guess this day should reflect that.  Should things go downhill, I have a sharp pair of scissors.  I'll draw the cut lines on my wrists now, just in case...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618917554857098637-2781359988931230691?l=thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/feeds/2781359988931230691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618917554857098637&amp;postID=2781359988931230691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/2781359988931230691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/2781359988931230691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-take-day-off.html' title='I take a day off...'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16145695323654359374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618917554857098637.post-6826815815127305610</id><published>2008-02-12T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T06:50:33.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Out of Touch.........</title><content type='html'>Ok, so yesterday I had two great drive songs.  You can guess the result of the day.  It was shite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I think there was a good song on when I woke up, but I can't remember.  All I do know, is that I started my car to the beginning of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runaway Train -- Soul Asylum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No song makes me cringe more.  Honestly, as I was driving in and the song reached it's crescendo, there was a City of Norman sanitation truck driving in the on coming lane.  It took every last ounce of self control to not jerk the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runaway Train...unreal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618917554857098637-6826815815127305610?l=thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/feeds/6826815815127305610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618917554857098637&amp;postID=6826815815127305610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/6826815815127305610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/6826815815127305610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/2008/02/little-out-of-touch.html' title='A Little Out of Touch.........'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16145695323654359374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618917554857098637.post-1526814268281505628</id><published>2008-02-11T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T06:47:29.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tongue Tied and Twisted...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so i'm starting to wonder about the correlation of good songs to good days.  In fact, I think it's backwards.  The better the music on the drive, the worse the day.  I have a sneaking suspicion about today.  The drive-time songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow -- Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;Learning to Fly -- Pink Floyd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two really nice, mellow tunes to go to work to.  Unfortunately, I can't figure out the significance of the song I wake up to.  Today's alarm was some Matchbox 20 song.  I refuse to look up the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To back up my theory about drive-time music, Friday included Fleetwood Mac and Jack Johnson.  Shitty drive music, but the day as a whole was pretty good.  Ringside seats at the OKC Toughman contest was unreal.  I mean, 18 year old kid getting knocked out (almost out of the ring) in the first fight.    A near riot, resulting in a cop being punched later in the evening.  Oklahoma trash at it's finest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how today goes...again, I have my suspicions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editors Note:  Strike 1, Roy Schieder is dead.  I'm going for a Jaws marathon tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618917554857098637-1526814268281505628?l=thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/feeds/1526814268281505628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618917554857098637&amp;postID=1526814268281505628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/1526814268281505628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/1526814268281505628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/2008/02/tongue-tied-and-twisted.html' title='Tongue Tied and Twisted...'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16145695323654359374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618917554857098637.post-7582872072678603822</id><published>2008-02-07T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T07:00:24.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dude Was Right</title><content type='html'>In the words of Jeffery Lebowski (the Dude), "I hate the fuckin' Eagles, man".  That's what I woke up to today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take It to the Limit -- The Eagles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, is there a more overrated band from the 70's/80's?  Their shit is overplayed and nauseating.   I'll take a Glen Foley or Joe Walsh solo song, but screw the Eagles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dog rolling in shit today, so that's a plus.  Here's the drive time songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to My Window -- Melissa Ethridge&lt;br /&gt;Caught Up in You -- 38 Special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 38 Special was a nice addition to the day, but it doesn't make up for Ethridge and the Eagles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, if not for the 38...suicide would have been a viable option for my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618917554857098637-7582872072678603822?l=thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/feeds/7582872072678603822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618917554857098637&amp;postID=7582872072678603822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/7582872072678603822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/7582872072678603822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/2008/02/dude-was-right.html' title='The Dude Was Right'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16145695323654359374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618917554857098637.post-3124525924227088857</id><published>2008-02-06T06:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T12:15:49.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed From The Start</title><content type='html'>Odd morning already today.  It has been suggested that I include my first song I hear on Jack when my alarm goes off.  For the most part, i've disagreed with that idea.  Today, i'm changing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day started with my dog rolling in shit.  Unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I get in my car to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say That You Love Me -- Fleetwood Mac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was the only song I got.  It's bad enough my day has to start like this, but walk around with that friggin' song in your head all day...see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even money chance I off myself by noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:  Didn't off myself.  This has been an entertaining day in the strangest ways...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618917554857098637-3124525924227088857?l=thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/feeds/3124525924227088857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618917554857098637&amp;postID=3124525924227088857' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/3124525924227088857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/3124525924227088857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/2008/02/screwed-from-start.html' title='Screwed From The Start'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16145695323654359374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618917554857098637.post-5855692783652225784</id><published>2008-02-04T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T06:38:51.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Low, The Depressed, The Drunk...</title><content type='html'>That's right, i'm talking about you New England Patriots Fans!!  Tough loss.  Should have played better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on to today's music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on the World to Change -- John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;Rock the Casbah -- The Clash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty, today's music is irrelevant.  Riding high on the Super Bowl.  For once, it was a decent game...even a little drama.  The commercials blew, which was surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, props to NWE...18-1, great season.  Too bad they lost the one game that matters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618917554857098637-5855692783652225784?l=thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/feeds/5855692783652225784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618917554857098637&amp;postID=5855692783652225784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/5855692783652225784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/5855692783652225784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/2008/02/low-depressed-drunk.html' title='The Low, The Depressed, The Drunk...'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16145695323654359374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618917554857098637.post-195625887179397179</id><published>2008-02-01T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T06:47:48.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Comprende, It's a Riddle</title><content type='html'>Two good s0ngs to start the day today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent Lucidity -- Queensryche&lt;br /&gt;Mexican Radio -- Wall of Voodoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how the rest of this day goes.  It's Friday, so screw it.  The week is over, I could give a shit how the day ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to start my drive with an 80's power ballad, and end it with "I wish I was in Tijuana, eating barbecued iguana."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day is moot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618917554857098637-195625887179397179?l=thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/feeds/195625887179397179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618917554857098637&amp;postID=195625887179397179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/195625887179397179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/195625887179397179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-comprende-its-riddle.html' title='No Comprende, It&apos;s a Riddle'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16145695323654359374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618917554857098637.post-6869453134364187849</id><published>2008-01-31T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T07:01:04.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleet and Shitty Music</title><content type='html'>The title says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Woman -- Van Halen&lt;br /&gt;The Things We Do For Love -- 10CC&lt;br /&gt;Ironic -- Alanis Morrissette&lt;br /&gt;Jenny (8675309) -- Tommy Tutone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bad cover, a shitty 80's love song, one of the most annoying songs of the 90's...all in a row.  Could be a rough day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only saving grace was Tommy Tutone to keep me from getting out of the car angry.  Otherwise, suicide was tops on my list of things to do today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618917554857098637-6869453134364187849?l=thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/feeds/6869453134364187849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618917554857098637&amp;postID=6869453134364187849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/6869453134364187849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/6869453134364187849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/2008/01/sleet-and-shitty-music.html' title='Sleet and Shitty Music'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16145695323654359374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618917554857098637.post-9175701379788743312</id><published>2008-01-30T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T06:42:58.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saved by Chrissie Hynde</title><content type='html'>Imagine the horror.  You get in your car for a 3 minute commute.  As you back out of the driveway, the song begins.  It's Right Said Fred...and you're only in the car for 3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my morning.  There is nothing more demoralizing in the morning, than listening to "I'm Too Sexy" on your way to work.  I had every intention of driving my car into a tree or building by the end of the song, but I was saved.  Saved by Chrissie Hynde and the Pretenders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Too Sexy -- Right Said Fred&lt;br /&gt;Back on the Chain Gang -- The Pretenders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed signals for today...we'll see how it goes.  Already found out the candidate I support is dropping out of the Presidential race (no, I don't support Rudy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618917554857098637-9175701379788743312?l=thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/feeds/9175701379788743312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618917554857098637&amp;postID=9175701379788743312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/9175701379788743312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/9175701379788743312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/2008/01/saved-by-chrissie-hynde.html' title='Saved by Chrissie Hynde'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16145695323654359374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618917554857098637.post-6751510329602443500</id><published>2008-01-29T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T10:57:48.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Random As It Gets</title><content type='html'>Wow, talk about a random morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to Fly -- Tom Petty&lt;br /&gt;Le Freak --  Chic&lt;br /&gt;Sex and Candy -- Marcy Playground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say about this group.  Total crap.  Shitty Tom Petty, bad disco, and awful mid-90's wannabe altrock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, the mid-late 90's music scene was awful.  Just awful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How this day ends will be interesting.  Le Freak just Le-"scares the shit out of me".  I'm waiting for my ass to fall out, or something...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618917554857098637-6751510329602443500?l=thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/feeds/6751510329602443500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618917554857098637&amp;postID=6751510329602443500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/6751510329602443500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/6751510329602443500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/2008/01/as-random-as-it-gets.html' title='As Random As It Gets'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16145695323654359374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618917554857098637.post-5741742821401856092</id><published>2008-01-28T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T11:00:39.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the dead...and in a big way</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I start a blog, I get the flu.  Lets hope this isn't a continuous theme.  Last week, 3 great songs and one shitty day.   Today, the music is equally as stellar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning Down the House -- Talking Heads&lt;br /&gt;You Make My Dreams Come True -- Hall and Oats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Byrne, Daryl Hall, John Oats...all in my car this morning.  If last week is any indication, this day has two possible outcomes:  1.) GREAT day or 2.) Stroke.  I'll take either at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One final note.  John Oats may be one of the most under-appreciated and undervalued sidekicks in 80's music.  While Hall's smooth, jazzy voice is what most folks thought drove this duo, it was really Oats' mustache that powered the band.  Go back and look at pictures.  That is a mighty 'stache.  Finally, lets give him credit for rolling with that 80's mustache well in to the 21 century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's balls, Mr. Oats...balls.  I applaud you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:  Lunchtime drive included a little Def Leppard "Animal".  Jack has been unreal good since the start of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editorial note: you can never have too much Def Leppard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618917554857098637-5741742821401856092?l=thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/feeds/5741742821401856092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618917554857098637&amp;postID=5741742821401856092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/5741742821401856092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/5741742821401856092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-from-deadand-in-big-way.html' title='Back from the dead...and in a big way'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16145695323654359374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618917554857098637.post-5921964900821920233</id><published>2008-01-22T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:12:48.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The start of something stupid...</title><content type='html'>So, it's a running joke between myself and a coworker...our days are dictated by the songs on the radio while we drive into work.  Good songs...good day.  Shit songs, shit day.  It's pretty simple, yet incredibly accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The radio station of choice is JackFM in OKC.   Great station that plays a wide variety of music, it's like a slot machine...you never know what you'll hear next.  Some winners, some losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invite all readers to contribute their morning drive songs, and whether or not the day is going to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today may be a great day...the songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Roboto - Styx&lt;br /&gt;Hard to Handle - Black Crowes&lt;br /&gt;Dance Hall Days - Wang Chung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Styx and Wang Chung in the same drive?  I thought it was impossible.  Stay tuned to find out the success-rate of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:  Turns out, i'm full of shit.  By 11am I left work and now I sit with a fever of 103.  I blame the Wang Chung.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618917554857098637-5921964900821920233?l=thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/feeds/5921964900821920233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618917554857098637&amp;postID=5921964900821920233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/5921964900821920233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618917554857098637/posts/default/5921964900821920233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisdaymaysuck.blogspot.com/2008/01/start-of-something-stupid.html' title='The start of something stupid...'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16145695323654359374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
