<?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-22910641</id><updated>2011-12-31T20:19:44.503-06:00</updated><category term='childhood revisited'/><category term='Rayline'/><category term='disc'/><category term='tracer gun'/><category term='toys'/><title type='text'>Angst and Speed</title><subtitle type='html'>I blog therefore I am.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angstandspeed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22910641/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angstandspeed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Black Echo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04647913776402607463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bSZK1pFdxRg/Tvp_QCnBoQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/v6iSw1uW1fw/s220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22910641.post-871342738407906526</id><published>2011-12-31T20:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T20:19:44.514-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Philosophy - Misanthropy</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22910641/posts/default/871342738407906526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22910641/posts/default/871342738407906526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angstandspeed.blogspot.com/2011/12/personal-philosophy-misanthropy.html' title='Personal Philosophy - Misanthropy'/><author><name>Black Echo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04647913776402607463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bSZK1pFdxRg/Tvp_QCnBoQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/v6iSw1uW1fw/s220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22910641.post-8779581274568588916</id><published>2011-12-28T19:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T19:38:48.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22910641/posts/default/8779581274568588916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22910641/posts/default/8779581274568588916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angstandspeed.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Echo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04647913776402607463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bSZK1pFdxRg/Tvp_QCnBoQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/v6iSw1uW1fw/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jVNTwBJn4tM/TvvEGR4zWvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/aPXAm2ZI2Ec/s72-c/sun%2Bmoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22910641.post-8457522009324525038</id><published>2011-12-27T20:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T20:47:26.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood revisited - Mystery Toy from the early '70's</title><summary type='text'>I remember a toy from a long time ago ... I don't know who made it but it was available sometime in the early 1970's and if I had to narrow it down I'd say that I remember it from 1973 to 1974.   As toys go it was an awesome toy and my next door neighbor had one (though I never did).   I'll tell you what I know (or rather remember) about it ... (and this is from a memory drawn on almost 4 decades</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22910641/posts/default/8457522009324525038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22910641/posts/default/8457522009324525038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angstandspeed.blogspot.com/2011/12/childhood-revisited-mystery-toy-from.html' title='Childhood revisited - Mystery Toy from the early &apos;70&apos;s'/><author><name>Black Echo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04647913776402607463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bSZK1pFdxRg/Tvp_QCnBoQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/v6iSw1uW1fw/s220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22910641.post-3053553615257094106</id><published>2011-10-11T21:25:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T22:28:57.566-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood revisited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tracer gun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rayline'/><title type='text'>Childhood Revisited - Rayline Tracer Guns</title><summary type='text'>Like I said in my previous post, I'm going to use this blog to talk about things that matter (or mattered) to me.  I've got several series of posts lined up in the old thought cache but one I've been meaning to kick off for a while now is a look back at the toys I remember the most from my misspent youth.  I thought I'd post a new series ... Childhood Revisited or things that I remember from a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22910641/posts/default/3053553615257094106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22910641/posts/default/3053553615257094106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angstandspeed.blogspot.com/2011/10/childhood-memories.html' title='Childhood Revisited - Rayline Tracer Guns'/><author><name>Black Echo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04647913776402607463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bSZK1pFdxRg/Tvp_QCnBoQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/v6iSw1uW1fw/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TLvftjr-zw0/TpT8cnc9epI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4J0amhdjSkw/s72-c/tracer%2Bguns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22910641.post-6676467632574773654</id><published>2011-04-11T10:38:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T08:40:50.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the ape-man</title><summary type='text'>So here I sit, feeling like that ape-man in the beginning of 2001: A Space Odyssey when it was standing before the ominous Monolith.  This time, the Monolith is called a "blog" and I have one.  In fact, I've had one ... since 2005 and like the ape-man in 2001: ASO I guess I just didn't know how to use it ... or care to use it.You see, I'm 42 years old (near enough to the truth) and I really don't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22910641/posts/default/6676467632574773654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22910641/posts/default/6676467632574773654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angstandspeed.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-here-i-sit-feeling-like-that-ape-man.html' title='I am the ape-man'/><author><name>Black Echo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04647913776402607463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bSZK1pFdxRg/Tvp_QCnBoQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/v6iSw1uW1fw/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fYzeynTaoCY/TaMgmtzTJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/r5d8lWg5jME/s72-c/blogging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22910641.post-115242892235587579</id><published>2006-07-09T01:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T12:56:09.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We have to sour the milk.</title><summary type='text'>First off, let me start this out by saying that I fully support legal immigration to America.  If you follow the proper channels and you obtain citizenship legally, welcome to America!  However, if you sneak over the border, if you ride over the border in a truck or someone smuggles you in here, then I have nothing but contempt for you.  As an American citizen, I don’t want the trash, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22910641/posts/default/115242892235587579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22910641/posts/default/115242892235587579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angstandspeed.blogspot.com/2006/07/we-have-to-sour-milk.html' title='We have to sour the milk.'/><author><name>Black Echo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04647913776402607463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bSZK1pFdxRg/Tvp_QCnBoQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/v6iSw1uW1fw/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IQw3P4JS3mI/TaHvLRmNKaI/AAAAAAAAADs/KdnTmblofDA/s72-c/1240084354550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22910641.post-114339152042176226</id><published>2006-03-26T10:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T17:54:24.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I like my sports cars a little on the trashy side.”Recently I bought a car on Ebay and not just any car because cars are not (and never have been) "just" transportation for me. Quite the opposite. I love sports cars and the sleeker and faster they are, the more I love them. Like the agitated criminal says in the cult classic movie "ROBOCOP" ..."I want something that goes really fast and gets </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22910641/posts/default/114339152042176226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22910641/posts/default/114339152042176226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angstandspeed.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-like-my-sports-cars-little-on-trashy.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Echo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04647913776402607463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bSZK1pFdxRg/Tvp_QCnBoQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/v6iSw1uW1fw/s220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22910641.post-114092824166493775</id><published>2006-02-25T19:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T01:39:53.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“Speak the Language”Recently I saw a sticker on the back of a beat up old pickup truck that showed a pair of deer antlers and the caption said “Speak the language.” I was unaware that deer had a spoken language or that any human had ever deciphered it (let alone learned to speak it). I guess the bumper sticker must refer to the act of rattling some plastic antlers together so that a deer might </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22910641/posts/default/114092824166493775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22910641/posts/default/114092824166493775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angstandspeed.blogspot.com/2006/02/speak-language-recently-i-saw-sticker.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Echo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04647913776402607463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bSZK1pFdxRg/Tvp_QCnBoQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/v6iSw1uW1fw/s220/me.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
