<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248978</id><updated>2009-08-14T23:39:29.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>big cliché</title><subtitle type='html'>Taking blog-slacking to a whole new level--one non-posting day at a time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigcliche.blogspot.com/atom.xml'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://members.cox.net/bigcliche/index.htm'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>wayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>878</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248978.post-6888120630304886124</id><published>2009-06-26T05:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T04:15:38.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OHLINS</title><summary type='text'>Oh, hey!  You're still there?  Glad to see you.No, I haven't forgotten about this.  I just haven't felt like posting anything.  But I did check this the other day and it occurred to me that the two of you still reading were left in a bit of a lurch as to the state of affairs with the suspension upgrade.  So, to complete the story: it works.  I tore off the entire front end, drained the forks of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/6888120630304886124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/6888120630304886124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://members.cox.net/bigcliche/2009_06_01_bigcliche_archive.html#6888120630304886124' title='OHLINS'/><author><name>wayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07966708355404748962'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248978.post-6353496911260208059</id><published>2009-05-05T05:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T05:45:08.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Could this mean that I have, in fact, "seen it all"?</title><summary type='text'>Not so long ago, some friends and I were making fun of the silly and strictly market-driven practice of placing the word "tactical" in front of anything a manufacturer wanted to sell to a particular demographic.  You know who I'm talking about here.  Gun folk.  Well it seems this has reached it's (il)logical conclusion now that you can buy, and I'm not joking one bit, TACTICAL BACON. Quite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/6353496911260208059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/6353496911260208059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://members.cox.net/bigcliche/2009_05_01_bigcliche_archive.html#6353496911260208059' title='Could this mean that I have, in fact, &quot;seen it all&quot;?'/><author><name>wayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07966708355404748962'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248978.post-856272270530046773</id><published>2009-04-15T03:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:25:11.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Countdown Begins/Random Weekday Nonsense.</title><summary type='text'>Here we go, people.  THE countdown has begun!  In slightly less than one year, I will turn *gasp* forty!  And I couldn't be looking forward to it more.  Not in the sense that I'm looking forward to the actual aging part, but unlike some folks I know, I have absolutely no reservations about that fateful day.  I suppose saying goodbye to my thirties will be somewhat nostalgic, but no more so than </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/856272270530046773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/856272270530046773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://members.cox.net/bigcliche/2009_04_01_bigcliche_archive.html#856272270530046773' title='The Countdown Begins/Random Weekday Nonsense.'/><author><name>wayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07966708355404748962'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248978.post-1095971119291964116</id><published>2009-01-30T03:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T04:29:20.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Motorcycles and Mangled Designs</title><summary type='text'>Here's a little tidbit a lot of you have already figured out: motorcycles are almost as much about style as substance.  No one, no matter how much techno-wizardry and horsepower you can pack in, is going to ride, much less buy, a bike they find hideous.  It's as simple as that.  When getting ready to buy the EsVee, I had a very strict set of criteria in mind (which some of you may recall): </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/1095971119291964116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/1095971119291964116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://members.cox.net/bigcliche/2009_01_01_bigcliche_archive.html#1095971119291964116' title='Of Motorcycles and Mangled Designs'/><author><name>wayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07966708355404748962'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248978.post-7748560775027973262</id><published>2009-01-22T18:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:00:11.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again...</title><summary type='text'>As some of you know, I work as a contractor for a large government organization.  In this "Team" there are many, many mailing lists preexisting on the outlook servers.  Supposedly, these make our lives easier by providing the means to send an "important" message to lots of people quickly and easily.  But that's rarely how it works.  What actually happens is someone, who is trying to generate yet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/7748560775027973262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/7748560775027973262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://members.cox.net/bigcliche/2009_01_01_bigcliche_archive.html#7748560775027973262' title='Here we go again...'/><author><name>wayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07966708355404748962'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248978.post-2232559697410770807</id><published>2009-01-21T18:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:25:17.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama Supports Killing Babies</title><summary type='text'>That didn't take long, did it?Overseas Abortion Providers Article.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/2232559697410770807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/2232559697410770807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://members.cox.net/bigcliche/2009_01_01_bigcliche_archive.html#2232559697410770807' title='Obama Supports Killing Babies'/><author><name>wayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07966708355404748962'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248978.post-135164566834755840</id><published>2009-01-15T02:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T02:55:26.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!</title><summary type='text'>Seriously now, I've tried to put up about 4 posts recently, but my cox-hosted webspace keeps timing out during the publishing process.  Apparently, they've got it sorted but I may switch back to the blogger site anway.  Nothing is more annoying than working on a post for an hour, only to get the timeout message.  If I do, I'll see if I can't get this url to re-direct so you don't have to muck </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/135164566834755840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/135164566834755840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://members.cox.net/bigcliche/2009_01_01_bigcliche_archive.html#135164566834755840' title='FINALLY!'/><author><name>wayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07966708355404748962'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248978.post-6463873001876281750</id><published>2009-01-02T03:41:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:38:49.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing It Back--25 Years On.</title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year to everyone!And I hope you all had a very Merry Christmas as well.  Things around here are good.  Actually, they're better than good.  They're pretty darn groovy.  As I sit here, banging away on this poor keyboard, I can look just ever so slightly to my right and see a solved Rubik's cube.  No it isn't still in the packaging, either.  I solved it.You see, back in the day, I always </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/6463873001876281750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/6463873001876281750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://members.cox.net/bigcliche/2009_01_01_bigcliche_archive.html#6463873001876281750' title='Bringing It Back--25 Years On.'/><author><name>wayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07966708355404748962'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248978.post-4661554413482151627</id><published>2008-11-27T21:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T21:47:36.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving, peeps</title><summary type='text'>I've been pretty busy lately, what with all the slackin', but I wanted to take a few to say Happy Thanksgiving to everyone.  I can't even begin to say how much we've got to be thankful for, but let's start by saying if you're reading this on a PC (or a Mac) over a high speed internet connection, you have probably got far more than what you actually need--Much like us.  If that's the case, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/4661554413482151627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/4661554413482151627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://members.cox.net/bigcliche/2008_11_01_bigcliche_archive.html#4661554413482151627' title='Happy Thanksgiving, peeps'/><author><name>wayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07966708355404748962'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248978.post-8705371113798629556</id><published>2008-11-06T02:00:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T03:50:09.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Procedure</title><summary type='text'>Ladies and gents, boys and girls of all ages, I bring to you a tale of how a once ugly duckling was transformed into a stunning beauty!  Well, not really, but you get the point.  Last weekend, I chopped the fender and this is how it went.You may notice that my pattern bears a striking resemblance to other fender kits already on the market.  Think of it like copying the wheel because that's the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/8705371113798629556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/8705371113798629556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://members.cox.net/bigcliche/2008_11_01_bigcliche_archive.html#8705371113798629556' title='The Procedure'/><author><name>wayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07966708355404748962'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248978.post-1783618621214694130</id><published>2008-11-04T05:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T05:33:19.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fenderectomy!</title><summary type='text'>Yes!  I have finally removed about a half-ton of ugly from the back of the Mighty SV.  I guess it is DOT regulation that every bike sold in America has to have a giant plowshare of a fender with about 200 reflectors on it.  The one which used to be stinking up the smooth visual goodness of my bike is now laying on the garage floor, crying for it's mommy.  Figuratively speaking, of course.  It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/1783618621214694130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/1783618621214694130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://members.cox.net/bigcliche/2008_11_01_bigcliche_archive.html#1783618621214694130' title='Fenderectomy!'/><author><name>wayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07966708355404748962'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248978.post-4172899778505573247</id><published>2008-11-03T03:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T04:22:11.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>VOTE! or DIE!</title><summary type='text'>Remember those T-shirts P-Dizzle or P-Diddle or the artist formerly known as Sean Combs printed up a while back?  I wonder how many people he killed because they didn't vote? I promise, my admonition won't be nearly as dramatic or life threatening.  I'll simply say, if you choose note to vote then you are turning your back on literally the greatest responsibility, I feel, we have as Americans--</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/4172899778505573247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/4172899778505573247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://members.cox.net/bigcliche/2008_11_01_bigcliche_archive.html#4172899778505573247' title='VOTE! or DIE!'/><author><name>wayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07966708355404748962'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248978.post-184792820193118716</id><published>2008-10-18T15:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T17:34:49.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn Signal Madness</title><summary type='text'>Finally, my front turn signals are sorted!  "What?" you say.  Oh, that's right, not all of you were aware that they were un-sorted in the first place.  Well then, let me tell you a story--and this one has pictures!I may have mentioned before that the bike I bought last month had sustained the dreaded "parking lot tip over" and as a result the left turn signal was all jacked up.  Now for some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/184792820193118716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/184792820193118716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://members.cox.net/bigcliche/2008_10_01_bigcliche_archive.html#184792820193118716' title='Turn Signal Madness'/><author><name>wayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07966708355404748962'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248978.post-639479595592492031</id><published>2008-10-09T21:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:39:12.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here a deer, there a deer, everywhere a deer, deer!</title><summary type='text'>Jeeze Louise!  It must be that time of year again or something.  I'm on days this week in training for a new HP server we're getting ready to roll out which means there's **gasp** daylight left when I get home!  I decided to take advantage of this today by hopping on the bike and making a run out to the lake for a picnic dinner.  So Aimee and I get all geared up, grab some picnic supplies and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/639479595592492031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/639479595592492031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://members.cox.net/bigcliche/2008_10_01_bigcliche_archive.html#639479595592492031' title='Here a deer, there a deer, everywhere a deer, deer!'/><author><name>wayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07966708355404748962'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248978.post-1515263665750478988</id><published>2008-10-07T00:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T00:33:38.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel The Cheese!</title><summary type='text'>Earlier, Kelly had asked if I was going to get all "Power-Rangered" up after getting the SV.  At first, I thougth he meant full leathers, gauntlets and boots.  TUrns out he was referring to the super-sweet fashionability of riding jackets with their armored shoulders and elbows, the triple-density foam back protectors, 3243 zippers, many vents and securing straps.  I am not joking one bit when I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/1515263665750478988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/1515263665750478988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://members.cox.net/bigcliche/2008_10_01_bigcliche_archive.html#1515263665750478988' title='Feel The Cheese!'/><author><name>wayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07966708355404748962'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248978.post-7044835596366534717</id><published>2008-10-04T04:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T04:24:48.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well It's About Time...</title><summary type='text'>I was going to put these up last weekend, but I really didn't like them.  They were hurried shots at work while on break and I'm still not even remotely satisfied with them.  But something's better than nothing, I suppose.Anyway, after almost an eternity of searching, many false starts and mis-steps with Craigslist Crazies, I now present my new '02 Suzuki SV650S in Sonic Silver!  I was able to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/7044835596366534717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/7044835596366534717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://members.cox.net/bigcliche/2008_10_01_bigcliche_archive.html#7044835596366534717' title='Well It&apos;s About Time...'/><author><name>wayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07966708355404748962'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248978.post-4017349081617477894</id><published>2008-09-24T21:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:37:20.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Man, am I in trouble!</title><summary type='text'>For possibly the first time ever, breaking wind is a chargeable offense!  This does not bode well for Wayne.  Just imagine the ramifications: drop one in the office, your co-workers may now charge you with battery!  Let one slip in the line at your favorite fast food joint (probably why it's happening in the fist place) and you may be up on charges faster than you can say "two all-beef patties...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/4017349081617477894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/4017349081617477894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://members.cox.net/bigcliche/2008_09_01_bigcliche_archive.html#4017349081617477894' title='Man, am I in trouble!'/><author><name>wayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07966708355404748962'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248978.post-3776577592825890668</id><published>2008-09-18T01:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T01:51:52.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaah, the joys of Craigslist!</title><summary type='text'>A person would think that by now I would have been able to find a bike.  We've all heard the saying which goes something like "Man, I couldn't GIVE them my money!"  And now I find myself in that very situation.  I've finally got enough together to purchase a decent used bike and for the life of me, I can't find ONE BIKE that isn't somehow tainted, and therefore bad ju-ju.  I set out a few simple </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/3776577592825890668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/3776577592825890668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://members.cox.net/bigcliche/2008_09_01_bigcliche_archive.html#3776577592825890668' title='Aaaah, the joys of Craigslist!'/><author><name>wayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07966708355404748962'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248978.post-1062645804120044159</id><published>2008-09-08T21:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:58:52.311-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dazed and Confused'/><title type='text'>Need to SALE?</title><summary type='text'>I've been reading a LOT of motorcycle postings lately.  Mostly on craigslist, some on ebay and even fewer in the local OKC rag (which is absolutely useless unless you want to buy someones used Harley--they should call it the Harley section, without a doubt).  One thing I've noticed in all three venues is the use of SALE when the poster meant SELL.  I have lost count of the number of posts which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/1062645804120044159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/1062645804120044159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://members.cox.net/bigcliche/2008_09_01_bigcliche_archive.html#1062645804120044159' title='Need to SALE?'/><author><name>wayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07966708355404748962'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248978.post-7467272194341247854</id><published>2008-07-01T17:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:23:12.954-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Constitutional Issues'/><title type='text'>I thought it was GOOD FENCES which made good neightbors</title><summary type='text'>So now we know, as Paul Harvey used to say, the rest of the story.  Take a gander at this from Fox News.com.  I thought for certain this guy was going to hang, but I guess Texans take a different stand on illegal immigrants caught during a little B&amp;E.  I can't say I'm glad that two guys are dead, but at the same time I have to think that these cats chose that lifestyle and, as a direct result of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/7467272194341247854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/7467272194341247854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://members.cox.net/bigcliche/2008_07_01_bigcliche_archive.html#7467272194341247854' title='I thought it was GOOD FENCES which made good neightbors'/><author><name>wayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07966708355404748962'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248978.post-6182597152135842499</id><published>2008-06-24T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T16:15:55.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insult to Injury?</title><summary type='text'>FOXNews.com - Man Slits Throat During City Hall Hearing - Local News  News Articles  National News  US NewsNow THAT is having a bad day.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,370661,00.html' title='Insult to Injury?'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/6182597152135842499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/6182597152135842499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://members.cox.net/bigcliche/2008_06_01_bigcliche_archive.html#6182597152135842499' title='Insult to Injury?'/><author><name>wayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07966708355404748962'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248978.post-8038826608421778870</id><published>2008-06-06T00:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T00:49:05.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...Maybe not today.</title><summary type='text'>I got up on time.  I packed my new backpack with all the needed items.  I put on my Psycho hat and proceeded to the garage to find a flat rear tire. Obviously, I did not have time to change a rear.  Front, maybe, but not a rear.  So back into the house I went to shower, unpack my clothes from the backpack and get dressed for work.  Ho-hum. I was really looking forward to biking in today, but I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/8038826608421778870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/8038826608421778870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://members.cox.net/bigcliche/2008_06_01_bigcliche_archive.html#8038826608421778870' title='Well...Maybe not &lt;i&gt;today&lt;/i&gt;.'/><author><name>wayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07966708355404748962'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248978.post-7736463994639147880</id><published>2008-06-05T04:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T04:49:31.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah.  That's how I roll.</title><summary type='text'>I've joked about it for years.  I even almost gone through with it once.  But now, it seems, it is going to become really real.  Tomorrow, I ride my bike to work!The last time I thought about doing this, I actually went out and bought a bike helmet.  (Quit laughing, Kelly!)  It's not one of the ultra-racy models you see The Lance wearing.  Nosir, it's called "The Psycho" and it's the predecessor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/7736463994639147880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/7736463994639147880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://members.cox.net/bigcliche/2008_06_01_bigcliche_archive.html#7736463994639147880' title='Yeah.  That&apos;s how I roll.'/><author><name>wayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07966708355404748962'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248978.post-1078219174925571284</id><published>2008-05-11T00:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T01:35:49.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Month.</title><summary type='text'>Here we are on the 11th of May--Mother's Day, in case you forgot--and it's already been a literal whirlwind of activity.  Seriously, the wind is like 30 mph outside, gusting to 38.  But that's not really what I'm talking about.  I am truly saddened to report that my grandfather, Mom's dad, Lawrence Barboza died in hospital Friday, May 2 at the age of 80.  He had been sick for some time but it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/1078219174925571284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/1078219174925571284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://members.cox.net/bigcliche/2008_05_01_bigcliche_archive.html#1078219174925571284' title='What a Month.'/><author><name>wayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07966708355404748962'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248978.post-2022527970655702602</id><published>2008-02-28T03:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T03:48:47.158-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><summary type='text'>Here's a passing thought: if Osama Bin Laden were using steroids or performance enhancing drugs, do you think we could finally locate him get him before some type of committee?  I know it's not new news, or even almost-new news, but I just now read yet another headline on the matter.Seriously, why is Congress wasting our tax money on whether Roger Clemens did or didn't?  Let's see: we're looking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/2022527970655702602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248978/posts/default/2022527970655702602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://members.cox.net/bigcliche/2008_02_01_bigcliche_archive.html#2022527970655702602' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>wayne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07966708355404748962'/></author></entry></feed>