<?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-21645059</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:21:19.281-04:00</updated><category term='baseball'/><category term='tech'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Red Sox'/><category term='random'/><category term='sports'/><category term='Notre Dame'/><category term='music'/><category term='myspace'/><category term='my life'/><category term='bitter'/><category term='dating'/><category term='Patriots'/><category term='work'/><title type='text'>...and this is why God invented condoms</title><subtitle type='html'>Because we all know that God invented condoms because he, she, or it wanted us to get laid a little more often, and at the same time do some population and disease control.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>176</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-860926784704654674</id><published>2007-10-17T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T23:33:01.646-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notre Dame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patriots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Sox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Ehh.. perhaps monthly</title><summary type='text'>So, lets just go for a blah generic monthly update for the 3 readers I still have.  The new job is going very well.  You would think 5 o'clock meetings every Friday would suck, but when beer is provided, they seem a lot better.Well, let's get to the important stuff, sports.  Notre Dame.  Yeah, well, we pretty much suck this year.  I'm glad we're finally moving to Sharpley.  Granted the ceiling is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/860926784704654674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=860926784704654674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/860926784704654674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/860926784704654674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2007/10/ehh-perhaps-monthly.html' title='Ehh.. perhaps monthly'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-5605703828002346749</id><published>2007-09-19T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T22:30:09.529-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Remember when I used to blog?</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, sorry about that.  Let's do this chonologically.This pretty much sums up my feelings on leaving ESPN.To top things off, on my last day I worked until 8 pm.  I meant to blog when I had a week off between jobs, but I took my decompressiosn very seriously, and did an amazing amount of nothing, combined with almost finishing the addiction that kind of kept me from blogging the past two months, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/5605703828002346749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=5605703828002346749&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/5605703828002346749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/5605703828002346749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2007/09/remember-when-i-used-to-blog.html' title='Remember when I used to blog?'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-8503308911191639691</id><published>2007-07-23T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T23:47:56.243-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>A "normal" week</title><summary type='text'>Finally, a week where I should really have to work late, and I get to come home and have a little more free time in the evening, and where I can do things I've been neglectful of (such as blogging).So yes, lets get to the major news.  I've given notice to the worldwide leader.  No, I don't have another job yet, but thankfully I'm in a career where freelancing is a viable option.  I discovered </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/8503308911191639691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=8503308911191639691&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/8503308911191639691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/8503308911191639691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2007/07/normal-week.html' title='A &quot;normal&quot; week'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-6206144792683247605</id><published>2007-07-17T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T00:29:25.938-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>A month late, Part 2</title><summary type='text'>Sorry about the delayed response.  My life has been busy and has taken some interesting turns as of late.  Details will come whenever I get around to posting again.When I woke up the next morning (after like 4 hours of sleep) I actually debated going to the hotel gym and working out since I knew my friends had adjusted a little better to the local time (and were much drunker then i when we went </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/6206144792683247605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=6206144792683247605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/6206144792683247605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/6206144792683247605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2007/07/month-late-part-2.html' title='A month late, Part 2'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-8567667623705764100</id><published>2007-06-19T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:26:47.275-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Eventually</title><summary type='text'>Eventually I will get around to posting part 2.  But I'm too lazy to type it right now.  I'm busy the next 2 night, and then I'm hopefully leaving town Friday night for my one good deed of the year.  Hopefully I'll get to this shortly after I return.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/8567667623705764100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=8567667623705764100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/8567667623705764100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/8567667623705764100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2007/06/eventually.html' title='Eventually'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-6494220850293898039</id><published>2007-06-13T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T23:48:37.183-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>Viva Las Vegas: Part 1</title><summary type='text'>What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, unless of course you're with a mixed group that has a lot of cameras, in which case, I think the only solution is to blog about it.Originally, I was supposed to get in to Las Vegas around 6:15 local time.  My flight left the gate at Laguardia pretty much on time.  Unfortunately because of this cluster fuck I proceeded to spend the next 2 hours IN THE PLANE, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/6494220850293898039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=6494220850293898039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/6494220850293898039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/6494220850293898039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2007/06/viva-las-vegas-part-1.html' title='Viva Las Vegas: Part 1'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-1267980553640430473</id><published>2007-05-29T23:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T00:01:22.433-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>Another Day</title><summary type='text'>Another Red Sox win.  Another Yankees loss.  Needless to say, it is a good day.  Speaking of the Yankees loss, it involved a steal of home, which in this day and age of baseball is almost as rare as a no hitter.  In fact, I would argue that stealing home is the most exciting play in baseball, since it involves what I would consider to be the highest risk and highest reward.  I think its a play </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/1267980553640430473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=1267980553640430473&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/1267980553640430473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/1267980553640430473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-day.html' title='Another Day'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-9046633793943968855</id><published>2007-05-14T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T23:31:29.137-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Jealousy</title><summary type='text'>So I discovered this weekend, I'm totally in the wrong career.  I say this because not only does my sister have a job instantly upon graduation, but her job gives her four weeks of vacation.  That's right, 4 weeks.  I have 2.  Yes I'm jealous.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/9046633793943968855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=9046633793943968855&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/9046633793943968855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/9046633793943968855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2007/05/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-544997250039816515</id><published>2007-05-01T23:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:59:53.341-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notre Dame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech'/><title type='text'>To Do List</title><summary type='text'>1) Update the blog template.2) Start learning PHP.3) Apply for the ND ticket lottery (Penn State and a TBD home game)4) Donate money so I can be in next year's lottery.5) Buy my sister a graduation present (once I think of something good).6) Buy a train ticket so I can actually attend the graduation.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/544997250039816515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=544997250039816515&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/544997250039816515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/544997250039816515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-do-list.html' title='To Do List'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-4940353870083733526</id><published>2007-04-24T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:46:14.599-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Sox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Weekend tease.</title><summary type='text'>So we had the first beautiful weekend of the year.  Last week I was hoping to go for a bike ride on Sunday.  Unfortunately, as the weekend drew closer and closer, and after tow nights at the office to 10pm, it became clear that I was going to need to work on the weekend.  I suppose I got up before 11 am I would only have needed to work on Saturday, but it's still the weekend, and I still sleep </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/4940353870083733526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=4940353870083733526&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/4940353870083733526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/4940353870083733526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2007/04/weekend-tease.html' title='Weekend tease.'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-3206815859421408025</id><published>2007-04-10T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T00:04:37.054-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notre Dame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Everything I can remember</title><summary type='text'>So yeah, it's been a while.  I haven't been posting or reading.  It's kinda bad.  This entry will be random, and possibly a little rambling.Fashion:I've noticed recently the wallet chain is making a come back.  Though its really more among the ghetto kids the the punk kids.  I remarked on this phenomenon to a friend of mine and she said that not only is they ghetto crowd sporting the wallet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/3206815859421408025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=3206815859421408025&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/3206815859421408025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/3206815859421408025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2007/04/everything-i-can-remember.html' title='Everything I can remember'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-4199767302586218803</id><published>2007-03-19T22:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T23:56:00.973-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notre Dame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>getting caught up.</title><summary type='text'>So the weekend after being woken up by runners I was woken up by workers sawing through bricks on the building across the street.  I thought the blue collar people in this city had unions that told them not to work on weekends, then someone pointed out to me that the unions actually tell them to work on weekends so they make time and a half.  I can't win.  It's like some divine sing telling me I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/4199767302586218803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=4199767302586218803&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/4199767302586218803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/4199767302586218803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2007/03/getting-caught-up.html' title='getting caught up.'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-6062784374844097378</id><published>2007-03-08T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T22:26:46.538-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notre Dame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>How not to get promoted</title><summary type='text'>Accept Big East Tournament tickets at 10 am, and then leave the office for 3 hours to go watch a basketball game.  But hey we won!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/6062784374844097378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=6062784374844097378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/6062784374844097378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/6062784374844097378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-not-to-get-promoted.html' title='How not to get promoted'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-3467976945948163543</id><published>2007-03-05T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T22:53:05.699-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Getting ornery</title><summary type='text'>Apparently the theme for this week is to find those little things that annoy the piss out of me.  There is currently some dumb old bitch doing 7 loads of laundry at once.  There are 4 washers in my building, so occupied them all for one 40 minute set.  Annoying, but I can deal.  But after the first 4 you have 3 more!  Are you fucking serious!  Are you washing your entire wardrobe?  What the fuck </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/3467976945948163543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=3467976945948163543&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/3467976945948163543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/3467976945948163543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2007/03/getting-ornery.html' title='Getting ornery'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-3648497804640200115</id><published>2007-03-04T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T13:25:54.878-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I hate runners</title><summary type='text'>"Run for fun" is a concept that is completely beyond my comprehension.  The list of things that I would do before running include such items, but are by no means limited to stabbing myself, jumping out a 3rd story window and participating in ultimate fighting.  What really pisses me about runners is that they seem to have this compulsion to do their running at the ass crack of dawn, and if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/3648497804640200115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=3648497804640200115&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/3648497804640200115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/3648497804640200115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-hate-runners.html' title='I hate runners'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-4974071403188736549</id><published>2007-02-26T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T23:09:09.016-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notre Dame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Stumbling out of the gate</title><summary type='text'>So very slowly I'm getting my new computer set up.  I meant to do a lot with it this weekend, but Saturday I was doing laundry and watching ND kick the crap out of Marquette (by the way my expectations for next year will be very high for this team).  Sunday I was just a complete bum.  Anyway, if you're thinking of buying a new computer with Vista, I recommend holding off for a year so they can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/4974071403188736549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=4974071403188736549&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/4974071403188736549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/4974071403188736549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2007/02/stumbling-out-of-gate.html' title='Stumbling out of the gate'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-2096260488237477247</id><published>2007-02-20T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T22:12:11.747-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech'/><title type='text'>It has arrived!</title><summary type='text'>My new PC finally got here today.  This whole thing was a big tease becuase I ordered a webcam too (for shits and giggles), and that came in like 3 days, but the PC took like 3 weeks.  Anyway its here.  Unfortunately, I don't seem to have anywhere near the necessary amount of plugs to plug in both PC's at the same time in the same location.  Hopefully this is solvable with only a few small </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/2096260488237477247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=2096260488237477247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/2096260488237477247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/2096260488237477247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-has-arrived.html' title='It has arrived!'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-2022321905868498348</id><published>2007-02-13T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T21:47:29.550-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>As I stepped...</title><summary type='text'>As I stepped out of the grocery store on to the snowy sidewalk, all I coudl think was, "I'm carrying a bag with eggs, I better not slip."Music: "A Day in the Life" - The Beatles, "Don't You Want Me" - The Human League</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/2022321905868498348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=2022321905868498348&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/2022321905868498348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/2022321905868498348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2007/02/as-i-stepped.html' title='As I stepped...'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-6304183428647291084</id><published>2007-02-08T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T21:24:18.509-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notre Dame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>Can we win a road game?</title><summary type='text'>Seriously. In Big East play we're 5-0 at home, and 1-5 on the road (I think the 102 spot we put up on the 'Cuse was a bit of an aberration). Ok, Carter and Kurz were less than 100% but seriously. We seem to do alright without McAlarney when we're at home, but on the road we seem to come up just short. I suppose this si better thatn last year when we caem up just short EVERY Big East game, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/6304183428647291084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=6304183428647291084&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/6304183428647291084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/6304183428647291084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2007/02/can-we-win-road-game.html' title='Can we win a road game?'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-6600554821466220104</id><published>2007-02-07T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T21:23:54.389-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myspace'/><title type='text'>Less Social Life=more blogging</title><summary type='text'>So, many of you are probably myspace users, with different degrees of frequency, but regardless of the frequency you're probably aware of the fact that there about a million technical issues with it. I had assumed that these were mostly database and server problems since the load time on pages is waaaay longer than what it should be for pages that are relatively simple looking. Well, the web </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/6600554821466220104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=6600554821466220104&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/6600554821466220104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/6600554821466220104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2007/02/less-social-lifemore-blogging.html' title='Less Social Life=more blogging'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-5751575655392322772</id><published>2007-02-06T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T21:23:54.604-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Short thoughts</title><summary type='text'>More Superbowl stuff.Billy Joel: I love you man, but your voice isn't what it used to be. Thanks for keeping the national anthem an appropriate length though(1:30). I hate divas.Prince: I don't understand why he's getting such great reviews. He wasn't all that great. He was just better than the past several halftimes. That doesn't make him good, just mediocre. If you have a 15 minute show, you do</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/5751575655392322772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=5751575655392322772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/5751575655392322772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/5751575655392322772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2007/02/short-thoughts.html' title='Short thoughts'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-5337284877233783327</id><published>2007-02-04T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:45:15.988-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Worst.  Commercials.  Ever.</title><summary type='text'>I think Bud Light definitely won the award for "best overall", with Career Builder coming in second, but otherwise, I think this was the most dismal year for commercials ever.  Granted they've sucked for the past sevearl years, but there were usually more things that at least made me smile.  There weren't even many of those this year.  As far as the game went, I'd have to say it went more or less</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/5337284877233783327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=5337284877233783327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/5337284877233783327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/5337284877233783327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2007/02/worst-commercials-ever.html' title='Worst.  Commercials.  Ever.'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-9072312519669535617</id><published>2007-01-31T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T22:07:45.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Look both ways</title><summary type='text'>It's official, I'm the only person in my office who can do my job, so if I get hit by a bus everyone is pretty much screwed. Also, if you were planning on murdering me, and have some strange hatred for my company and want to screw them over, now would be a good time to get on that. Of course this morning, I almost took care of that myself when I tried to cross the street which was a sheet of ice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/9072312519669535617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=9072312519669535617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/9072312519669535617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/9072312519669535617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2007/01/look-both-ways.html' title='Look both ways'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-1724115065485605387</id><published>2007-01-24T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T22:49:30.663-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notre Dame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>I think I need to stop supporting ND</title><summary type='text'>No, really, I have a good reason for this. I'm starting to think I'm bad luck. Here's the list of things I've attended since graduation:October 2nd 2004/Football: L to Purdue 41-16October 16th 2004/Football: W @ Navy (Meadowlands) 27-9September 3rd 2005/Football: W @ Pitt 42-21February 22nd 2006/MBBall: L @ UConn 75-74March 4th 2006/WBBall: W vs. S. Florida (Big East Tourney) 73-66March 5th 2006/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/1724115065485605387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=1724115065485605387&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/1724115065485605387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/1724115065485605387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-think-i-need-to-stop-supporting-nd.html' title='I think I need to stop supporting ND'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-1345764619424841466</id><published>2007-01-22T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T23:49:59.890-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Get Random</title><summary type='text'>So I'm wasting my day on Saturday (like I do most Saturdays) when I get this call from this girl who claims to "Amy." Now, I have 2 Amy's in my phone, and she wasn't either of them, and while I certainly have had plenty of drunken nights where details are a little fuzzy over the past few weeks, none of them were in situations where I was meeting new people. She goes on to mention something about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/1345764619424841466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=1345764619424841466&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/1345764619424841466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/1345764619424841466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2007/01/get-random.html' title='Get Random'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-6977133740971135278</id><published>2007-01-15T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T21:51:31.739-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>This and that</title><summary type='text'>Friday night I watched Lord of War with my friend Dipod.  I remember watching the privews and thinking this movie woudl be kind of interesting.  However, I thought it kind of sucked.  Maybe I just got the wrong impression of it from the previews, but it wasn't about 2/3 of the way through the movie that I finally figured out it was supposed to be some sort of a political statement.  I thought as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/6977133740971135278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=6977133740971135278&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/6977133740971135278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/6977133740971135278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-and-that.html' title='This and that'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-4837358441343050312</id><published>2007-01-10T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T00:16:20.916-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notre Dame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>I'm alive, really, I swear it.</title><summary type='text'>So for those of you who think I stopped blogging for the new year, sorry, I'm lazy. I've been busy too, but not so busy I can't post, really just more lazy.Story 1)So I sort of did the Times Square thing for new year's, except that I was in an office on Times Square 20 floors up, which is way cooler, and way nicer. Anyway, it was a cool party and all, and after the ball dropped, well, I was out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/4837358441343050312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=4837358441343050312&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/4837358441343050312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/4837358441343050312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-alive-really-i-swear-it.html' title='I&apos;m alive, really, I swear it.'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-8502491635352242723</id><published>2007-01-01T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T21:34:58.054-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Your government at work</title><summary type='text'>So I got my social security statement the other day, which was mailed to my East Hartford address, but lets ignore the fact that I've lived in NYC for 9 months now. Anyway it said I have 19 of the 40 credits i need to start receiving social security. Now, I'm 24, and have had some sort of job 8 years. Assuming I maintain some sort of employment for the next nine years, and assuming I continue to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/8502491635352242723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=8502491635352242723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/8502491635352242723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/8502491635352242723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2007/01/your-government-at-work.html' title='Your government at work'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4qEZmS2AC3Q/RZnDhMUupnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/87jbjdhTZLQ/s72-c/timesquare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-4537994426938768416</id><published>2006-12-22T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T18:13:35.489-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Eh!</title><summary type='text'>Merry Christmas everyone.  If you're not celebrating Christmas, sorry, you're screwed.  (Just don't tell that to the people at the Chaunakah party I'm going to tonight:-x)It was a kind of weird when people were asking me if I was going home for Christmas.  My answer is generally along the lines of "My home is New York, but would you like to know where I'm going?"  That's what happens when your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/4537994426938768416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=4537994426938768416&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/4537994426938768416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/4537994426938768416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-eh.html' title='Merry Christmas Eh!'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-5974969166055539534</id><published>2006-12-17T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T22:29:28.501-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>My Mom is not fashionable enough for NY</title><summary type='text'>So, I suppose it's a good thing that she doesn't live here. So my Mom, who likes to through us a bone and come up with a good list of things that work as Christmas presents (please add sarcasm to that), pretty much only asked for one thing for Christmas, when I finally asked her specifically what she wanted. Now she told me I could order it online, which is all good and well, except that I leave </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/5974969166055539534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=5974969166055539534&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/5974969166055539534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/5974969166055539534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-mom-is-not-fashionable-enough-for-ny.html' title='My Mom is not fashionable enough for NY'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-4811931523856075095</id><published>2006-12-13T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:26:08.305-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>Stupid Immune System</title><summary type='text'>It starts slowly, just as a tickle in your throat, but then you notice it seems to continue on for an hour or so, and then you notice your nose has started running, and soon reality is setting in. You're getting sick. This was my afternoon/evening as I spent it trying to get caught up after an unexpected 4 hour lunch (which I would have really enjoyed had I not known that I had a shit load of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/4811931523856075095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=4811931523856075095&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/4811931523856075095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/4811931523856075095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/12/stupid-immune-system.html' title='Stupid Immune System'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-1526404891333856264</id><published>2006-12-12T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T23:12:05.246-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>The year (and this week) in review</title><summary type='text'>Through Thursday (barring any unforseen disasters) I will go out every night of the week (from Friday last week).  Soon my liver will be quite angry with me.  Anyway, I've liked this idea. Go to your calendar, find the first entry for each month of 2006, and post the first sentence of it in your journal/blog/what-have-you.January: So I've been blogging for a while, but it has been tucked off in a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/1526404891333856264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=1526404891333856264&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/1526404891333856264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/1526404891333856264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/12/year-and-this-week-in-review.html' title='The year (and this week) in review'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-3219481988164934350</id><published>2006-12-09T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T15:39:24.943-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>For your entertainment</title><summary type='text'>While exercising will power, I will avoid any racially insensitive comments, and just post this link.  :-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/3219481988164934350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=3219481988164934350&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/3219481988164934350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/3219481988164934350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/12/for-your-entertainment.html' title='For your entertainment'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-2480591070045912058</id><published>2006-12-05T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T23:05:25.178-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notre Dame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Little Things</title><summary type='text'>Just a few little things since I feel like posting.  I need to figure out what I want to do for the Sugar bowl.  I was kind of hoping for a New Years Day bowl, but alas, this is now a difficult task with the current bowl structure.  Anyway, I need to talk to the usual gang of idiot to see what's going on.  I almost I feel I should just go to New Orleans just for the party, regardless of whether </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/2480591070045912058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=2480591070045912058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/2480591070045912058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/2480591070045912058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/12/little-things.html' title='Little Things'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-116502779312905568</id><published>2006-12-01T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T21:55:06.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This isn't right</title><summary type='text'>You want to know what this is?  No, I'm not referring to the fact that I'm a bum and I'm in on a Friday night, I'm referring to the fact that it's December 1st, it was almost 70 out today, and I'm wearing flip flops right now.  The only reason my window isn't wide open is the fact that the wind is blowing at like 30 miles an hour, and I have random bits of paper floating around my desk that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/116502779312905568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=116502779312905568&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116502779312905568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116502779312905568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-isnt-right.html' title='This isn&apos;t right'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-116494026478811531</id><published>2006-11-30T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T21:31:25.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to hang the hat on</title><summary type='text'>I suppose it only took about 5 months, but this is finally something that I'm actually proud to say is pretty much my own work, and is someting that actually functions in a pretty cool way too.  That, and it doesn't hurt to get a few votes to the right school.Check it out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/116494026478811531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=116494026478811531&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116494026478811531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116494026478811531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/11/something-to-hang-hat-on.html' title='Something to hang the hat on'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-116460258388991426</id><published>2006-11-26T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:43:03.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I blame McKnight...</title><summary type='text'>...and our God awful defense, but they sucked last year and we were at least in the game.  I can't find the stats, but he had 3 early drops that would have made 1st downs and put us in position to score and get the game close.  Now we all have to wait 2 or 3 years to beat USC while Charlie actually gets the talent that can make use of his coaching ability.  Boo Rhema! &gt;:-0</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/116460258388991426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=116460258388991426&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116460258388991426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116460258388991426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-blame-mcknight.html' title='I blame McKnight...'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-116424021055421236</id><published>2006-11-22T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T19:03:30.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This probably goes without saying but....</title><summary type='text'>...I don't think my stalker is someone anyone would consider as the picture of mental stability.  Of course, acting like a complete ass towards the less than mentally stable might not be one of my brighter ideas, but meh, I have too much fun acting like a dick.  Anyway, for your reading pleasure, I present a conversation between me and my stalker.TriDeltGodess (11:48:04 PM): heheheheheTterraGnoJ </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/116424021055421236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=116424021055421236&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116424021055421236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116424021055421236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-probably-goes-without-saying-but.html' title='This probably goes without saying but....'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-116399130458819694</id><published>2006-11-19T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T21:55:04.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking the weekend off.</title><summary type='text'>I spent most of the weekend recovering from a little cold so I did the intelligent/loser thing and just hung around my apartment and watched football and movies for the most part.  So, I’m just going to list some of the thoughts I’ve had during the week.I think I might start seriously singing again.  A former clubber living in NYC is apparently part of a group called The University Glee Club.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/116399130458819694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=116399130458819694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116399130458819694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116399130458819694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/11/taking-weekend-off.html' title='Taking the weekend off.'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-116347711908464261</id><published>2006-11-13T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:05:19.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The celebrity sighting</title><summary type='text'>OK, one of the supposed nifty perks of living in NYC is the celebrity sighting.  Of course, I don’t pay much attention to mainstream TV, and only pay to see movies made by Kevin Smith, so for all I know I’ve seen 30 celebrities, and I just haven’t realized that people think they’re relevant.  Anyway, I think I finally had one last Saturday at the ND game watch.  It was Tom McBeath, better known </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/116347711908464261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=116347711908464261&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116347711908464261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116347711908464261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/11/celebrity-sighting.html' title='The celebrity sighting'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-116337244529085138</id><published>2006-11-12T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:00:45.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your 'Backer Playlist</title><summary type='text'>One of the perks of going to the ND game watches at McFadden’s is the DJ plays a lot of music reminiscent of the ‘Backer.  Two such songs that were played last week were “Rains in Africa” and “Friends in Low Places.”  This got me thinking about what would go on my ‘Backer playlist.  Including the aforementioned songs, I think it would start something like this:AC/DC – You Shook Me All Night </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/116337244529085138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=116337244529085138&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116337244529085138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116337244529085138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/11/your-backer-playlist.html' title='Your &apos;Backer Playlist'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-116304341990198359</id><published>2006-11-08T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T22:36:59.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It must be upgrade season</title><summary type='text'>So, within the past few months, we've gotten IE 7.0, Firefox 2.0, AIM 6.0 beta, and there's a new blogger beta.  The first 3 are also all bigger than the older versions of course, which combined with my mp3 downloading, is sucking up space on this 6 year old computer all too quickly.  I have a feeling I may have either A) buy a new computer, or B) significantly upgrade mine with some new hardware</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/116304341990198359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=116304341990198359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116304341990198359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116304341990198359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-must-be-upgrade-season.html' title='It must be upgrade season'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-116252211116273803</id><published>2006-11-02T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T21:48:31.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward...</title><summary type='text'>...and trying to close my eyes.Tomorrow I get to spend the day on the company's tab.  One of the main things that has helped me get over feeling guilty about this is that Saturday night/Sunday morning at around 2 or 3 am, I have to be up to do some work for the bane of my existence.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/116252211116273803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=116252211116273803&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116252211116273803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116252211116273803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/11/looking-forward.html' title='Looking forward...'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-116234676169969194</id><published>2006-10-31T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T21:22:47.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween in the city</title><summary type='text'>Friday night was my big night.  I went as a nerd, which I've actually been doing for like 3 years, but I keep moving, so no one ever sees me and I can keep pulling the same thing, 'cause I'm lazy.  (The photo here isn't actually this year’s, but the only difference is this year's had suspenders.)  Normally I like to keep the costumes a secret, but after seeing nerd costumes in the store, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/116234676169969194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=116234676169969194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116234676169969194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116234676169969194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween-in-city.html' title='Halloween in the city'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-116191625452414536</id><published>2006-10-26T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T22:30:54.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Friday yet?</title><summary type='text'>A very frustrating day at work.  While I think we all know my career path does not lie in sales and marketing, I do sort of wonder how I got to a spot where two of things I hate/couldn't care less about (advertising and legal BS) are the main things almost all of my coworkers deal with on a day to day basis.  The particular frustrating point is that we have a client who is not just 1) wrong about</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/116191625452414536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=116191625452414536&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116191625452414536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116191625452414536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/10/is-it-friday-yet.html' title='Is it Friday yet?'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-116174784841864400</id><published>2006-10-24T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T23:44:08.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anecdotes</title><summary type='text'>While sitting in the A train at 125th street Monday, I noticed someone scribbled, "Math saves more lives than Jesus."  I knew there was a reason I got my degree in Math.I think I saw the most content homeless person ever Monday.  In fact, he looked so content, I'm not even 100% sure he was homeless, except for the fact that he was sitting on the floor of the subway station, and didn't appear to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/116174784841864400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=116174784841864400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116174784841864400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116174784841864400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/10/anecdotes.html' title='Anecdotes'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-116153545283800310</id><published>2006-10-22T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T12:44:12.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary Poppins and Newark</title><summary type='text'>More social life = less blogging.  The irony being that I actually have something to talk about when I have a social life, but not the time to blog about it.  Anyway, last Wednesday a friend of mine invited me to see Mary Poppins, which is currently in previews on Broadway.  Generally speaking, I don't really have a whole lot of interest in the Disney musicals, but Mary Poppins is sort of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/116153545283800310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=116153545283800310&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116153545283800310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116153545283800310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/10/mary-poppins-and-newark.html' title='Mary Poppins and Newark'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-116114574562616153</id><published>2006-10-17T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T00:29:06.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey and Music</title><summary type='text'>After a weekend that involved me doing a whole lot of nothing and spending lots of time on AllofMP3.com, I decided there were a few new albums I needed to purchase.  Conveniently, there is a Tower Records across the street from my office, so I can buy new music and then listen to it while I'm at work.  The good news was everything was 15% off, which brings the prices down from too high to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/116114574562616153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=116114574562616153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116114574562616153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116114574562616153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/10/hockey-and-music.html' title='Hockey and Music'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-116080126026803420</id><published>2006-10-14T00:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T00:47:40.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's getting colder!</title><summary type='text'>And I love it.  Unfortunately the cold weather means the heat is on in my apartment, which most of you might not think is bad, but I have no control over it.  Also, while I'm far from perfect (but none of you would think I would ever admit that), I do make a modest effort to be eco friendly, and would probably rarely turn the heat on, since living on the 6th floor of the building, I would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/116080126026803420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=116080126026803420&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116080126026803420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116080126026803420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-getting-colder.html' title='It&apos;s getting colder!'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-116062130108153628</id><published>2006-10-11T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T22:48:21.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A poll and stuff</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so next Wednesday apparently there is some charity thing where UCLA and ND alumns are going to be guest bartenders.  I'm debating whether or not I actually want to volunteer for this.  The upside would be that I would get to pretend that I'm a bartender for a few hours.  The downside is that I would have to leave work a little earlier than I want to (and we're about to get crazy busy again, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/116062130108153628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=116062130108153628&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116062130108153628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116062130108153628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/10/poll-and-stuff.html' title='A poll and stuff'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-116045094846211684</id><published>2006-10-09T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T23:29:08.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I may need to boycott Coke</title><summary type='text'>I just say a commercial where a Coke showed a Notre Dame fan and a USC enjoying a coke together.  I'm sorry, but on no circumstances would this ever occur.  This would be like Jesus and Satan going out for a beer after work one day.   It just doesn't happen like that.  I would never watch ND v. USC with a USC fan.  EVER!  That's just like sleeping with the enemy.  Anyone who does that will find </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/116045094846211684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=116045094846211684&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116045094846211684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116045094846211684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-may-need-to-boycott-coke.html' title='I may need to boycott Coke'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-116002203229614912</id><published>2006-10-04T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T00:20:32.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Because blogging is cooler than myspace</title><summary type='text'>Sound track of you life.This is blatantly ripped of from ms airhead's myspace, but blogging is cooler, so I'm putting here instead.  I did something similar once before, and it was pretty damn random, and basically made no sense.  IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?So, here's how it works:1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)2. Put it on shuffle3. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/116002203229614912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=116002203229614912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116002203229614912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/116002203229614912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/10/because-blogging-is-cooler-than.html' title='Because blogging is cooler than myspace'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115985063496783505</id><published>2006-10-03T00:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T00:43:55.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Glee Club, and many other things</title><summary type='text'>'Twas a good weekend.  I took Thursday and Friday off, and had a relaxing travel day Thursday.  I stayed in Chicago at the home of Jim, Schwaz, Jesse and Bubba, all former otters.  My original plan was to pay them all in football tickets for putting me up, but Jim wasn't there, Schwaz already had tickets, and Jesse and Bubba decided they didn’t want to go.  Oh well, I owe them one.  We ended up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115985063496783505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115985063496783505&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115985063496783505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115985063496783505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-miss-glee-club-and-many-other-things.html' title='I miss Glee Club, and many other things'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115933254182734661</id><published>2006-09-27T00:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T00:51:06.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm an idiot</title><summary type='text'>...but most of you knew that already anyway.This weekend I'm going out to ND for the Glee Club reunion.  I'm flying out Thursday to Chicago and staying with the Otter Room guys (Jim, Shwaz, Bubba, Jesse, yes they all live together).  Unfortunately, I forgot to call Jim tonight and figure out A) how I'm getting there and B)are they laying claim to my extra Purdue tix.  The really odd part is that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115933254182734661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115933254182734661&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115933254182734661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115933254182734661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-idiot.html' title='I&apos;m an idiot'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115924327065908633</id><published>2006-09-25T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T00:01:10.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Canucks</title><summary type='text'>So yes, the weekend with the parents in Canada was nice.  It was good to see the parents and go to the ball game.  I just wish they had informed me that I was being used for physical labor before arrived.  It's not that I mind doing some heaving lifting, but I kinda like to dress in older clothes I've already beaten the crap out of instead of the clothes that didn't have permanent stains on them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115924327065908633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115924327065908633&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115924327065908633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115924327065908633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/09/crazy-canucks.html' title='Crazy Canucks'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115880923983715221</id><published>2006-09-20T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T23:27:19.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The day's thoughts</title><summary type='text'>I had an f-d up dream this morning about 15 minutes before my alarm when off that my mattress started rising and was going to dump me off the bed.  Just plain freaky.  Needless to say the last 15 minutes in my bed weren't all that comfortable.I had a brilliant thought in the middle of the day that made me say, "Damn, I need to blog about it.  It's so good, I don't need to write it down."  Idiot.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115880923983715221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115880923983715221&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115880923983715221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115880923983715221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/09/days-thoughts.html' title='The day&apos;s thoughts'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115847499365088344</id><published>2006-09-17T02:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T02:36:33.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter blog</title><summary type='text'>OK, I need to keep myself up late (sometimes I hate working for a .com) so I'm blogging.  First things first.  Brady Quinn has not improved at all from last year.  He peaked last year, and has made no improvement to this year.  There is not a doubt in my mind we will win every other game on our schedule, with an exception of USC.  That won't be pretty since they are pretty talented.  However, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115847499365088344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115847499365088344&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115847499365088344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115847499365088344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/09/bitter-blog.html' title='Bitter blog'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115838109697331552</id><published>2006-09-16T00:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T00:31:36.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I dislike your juvenile humor.</title><summary type='text'>So with Brady Quinn being on the cover of the Mag a few weeks ago, this cover obviously made it up into my cube.  It must also be noted that there are at least 3 Michigan fans in my office.  I put said cover up in my cube Tuesday I believe.  Today I discovered Mr. Quinn had sprouted a sharpie mustache and devil horns.  Consequently, said cover has been removed.  Michigan fans are clearly the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115838109697331552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115838109697331552&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115838109697331552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115838109697331552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-dislike-your-juvenile-humor.html' title='I dislike your juvenile humor.'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115829331271825537</id><published>2006-09-14T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T00:08:32.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cater to your audience</title><summary type='text'>OK, I'm going to talk about my free shoes some more since I don't really have anything important to talk about, and since most of my readers are female, and consequently won't be alienated by me talking about shoes.  Since I got out of work at 6:30 today (that's right, an actual normal time to leave the office), I also had time to work out for the first time in 2 or 3 weeks.  I decided that this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115829331271825537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115829331271825537&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115829331271825537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115829331271825537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/09/cater-to-your-audience.html' title='Cater to your audience'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115811643723056401</id><published>2006-09-12T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T23:00:37.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Free shoes</title><summary type='text'>Things must be getting better.  Two days of blogging in a row.  And I left work at 7:15 today.  ::sigh:: It's sad when the 9.5 hour day starts seeming short.  I still haven't worked out in weeks, but at least I have a little relaxation time at the end of my day.I forgot to mention this yesterday, but for the start of Monday Night Football, they let us wear t-shirts they handed out to us last week</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115811643723056401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115811643723056401&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115811643723056401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115811643723056401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/09/free-shoes.html' title='Free shoes'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115803325744543997</id><published>2006-09-11T23:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T23:54:17.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I see the light?</title><summary type='text'>Apologies for the disjointedness.I think I may be seeing the light at the end of the tunnel for these past few shitty weeks at work.  Granted, I still stayed until 10 tonight, but that may not have been necessary, it just nice to have a few hours where no one talks to you and you can get some actual work done.  That, and if you have to spend a few late nights at the office, I'd rather do it on a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115803325744543997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115803325744543997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115803325744543997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115803325744543997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-see-light.html' title='I see the light?'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115777995724882082</id><published>2006-09-09T01:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T01:32:37.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive, really.</title><summary type='text'>Sorry for dropping off the face of the earth, but recently my life consists of getting to work by 8:30, and leaving around 10, so I don't even turn on my computer when I come home.  Life basically just sucks for me right now, but I think I might be seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.  Maybe.  I'll see if I can't get a real post up on Sunday.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115777995724882082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115777995724882082&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115777995724882082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115777995724882082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-alive-really.html' title='I&apos;m alive, really.'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115723038178378916</id><published>2006-09-02T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T16:53:05.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Herpes and Drinking Games</title><summary type='text'>Question: if you were hanging out someone at a bar who had/was recovering from cold sores, would you willingly offer that individual your drink, and then finish it after they tried it?Anyway, since the softball field was apparently under water, we cancelled softball and just went to the bar where the beer pong started right up.  Now we all know that drinking games such as cups and beer pong </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115723038178378916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115723038178378916&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115723038178378916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115723038178378916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/09/herpes-and-drinking-games.html' title='Herpes and Drinking Games'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115690751208276661</id><published>2006-08-29T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T23:18:38.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This will make everyone want to visit me</title><summary type='text'>So apparently I did see a body on the sidewalk when I was getting home from Atlantic City.  He was apparently murdered in broad daylight 2 BLOCKS FROM MY APARTMENT.If you're curious, you can go here.  It's the PDF for Aug 29th, go to page 4, top of the page.Of course, if I just continue to work 12 hour days and never leave the office, I'll always be safe and not have to worry about crazy people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115690751208276661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115690751208276661&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115690751208276661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115690751208276661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-will-make-everyone-want-to-visit.html' title='This will make everyone want to visit me'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115671660668810233</id><published>2006-08-27T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T18:10:06.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The AC Baby!</title><summary type='text'>Good times all around.  We decided to start by drinking.  So we went to a place called the Beach Bar were we had about 7 pitchers of beer.  After many drunk dials to former otters and Carrie, we decided to go get some food.  This took us to Hooters where we had another two pitchers, and probably the heaviest Hooters waitress I've ever seen.  By this point in time we were obviously feeling pretty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115671660668810233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115671660668810233&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115671660668810233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115671660668810233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/08/ac-baby.html' title='The AC Baby!'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115647577859137526</id><published>2006-08-24T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T23:16:46.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I peed out my window.</title><summary type='text'>Last night, per my regular Wednesday ritual, I went and played softball with my company, and then went to Mo's Caribbean Tavern afterwards.  The night started well with 3 wins at the beer pong table, then my partner decided to willingly give up our spot to some cute girls.  The alcoholic in me would never do such a thing, but since they were cute, and I hadn't eaten any dinner, I didn't argue too</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115647577859137526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115647577859137526&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115647577859137526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115647577859137526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-peed-out-my-window.html' title='I peed out my window.'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115613707055982401</id><published>2006-08-21T00:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T01:11:10.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brain is Off</title><summary type='text'>My brain was turned off today.  I didn't realize it until late afternoon, but it suddenly become quite obvious to me.  I had the first fantasy draft of the season with some coworkers ('cause I’m a sports freak like that) in the afternoon.  I told a friend of mine that we'd meet up at 6:45 in front of the theater for "Chicago" tonight.  I look at my analog watch in my coworker's apartment and at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115613707055982401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115613707055982401&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115613707055982401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115613707055982401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-brain-is-off.html' title='My Brain is Off'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115587084934998110</id><published>2006-08-17T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T23:14:09.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A sad day</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I learned that one of my favorite sports columns is going to be ended on August 31st.  The Daily Quickie was a column I started reading when I first started at ESPN doing customer service.  I read it almost every single day and covers everything in the world of sports in 50 word sections.  It's perfect if you have a short attention span, or are compiling code and you need something to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115587084934998110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115587084934998110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115587084934998110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115587084934998110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/08/sad-day.html' title='A sad day'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115568562390160563</id><published>2006-08-15T19:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T19:47:03.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Graffiti Practice</title><summary type='text'>When I got in line to order my lunch at the cafeteria, the "chef" (I use the term very loosely here) was using the permanent marker used to mark the wrapping for meals to write on a paper towel to write what I swear was graffiti practice.  I guess you can take the kid out of the ghetto, but you can't take the ghetto out of the kid.Speaking of ghettos, I have a story about buy shoes this past </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115568562390160563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115568562390160563&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115568562390160563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115568562390160563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/08/graffiti-practice.html' title='Graffiti Practice'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115550521205272857</id><published>2006-08-13T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T17:40:12.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a beautiful day for an 'Ah shit.'</title><summary type='text'>So, with the weather being gorgeous, all of my errands taken care of, and the fact that my doctor says I need to do some more aerobic activity, I decided to go for a bike ride.  I started at my apartment, biked down Riverside Park to Battery Park.  The bike path ended there so I went back up to the Word Financial Plaza for a Starbucks break.  After my break, I started back North.  With my legs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115550521205272857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115550521205272857&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115550521205272857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115550521205272857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-beautiful-day-for-ah-shit.html' title='What a beautiful day for an &apos;Ah shit.&apos;'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115535699877074343</id><published>2006-08-12T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T00:29:58.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-committal wine.</title><summary type='text'>So I have this bottle of wine.  I am entirely capable of drinking this by myself, but I'd prefer not to.  True, I could just go buy a stopper &amp; vacuum set, and drink half the bottle, and save the rest for later, but said stopper would make an excellent Christmas gift, and is also easy to transport in a suitcase.  These are the things I'll have to keep in mind as long as my parents are living in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115535699877074343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115535699877074343&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115535699877074343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115535699877074343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/08/non-committal-wine.html' title='Non-committal wine.'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115526692316184503</id><published>2006-08-10T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T00:25:58.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday my mind will catch up to my blogging</title><summary type='text'>OK, half this shit happened like a week ago.  I'm a space cadet.  Deal with it.I've always been under the impression that I get a discount at the ESPNZone so when my parents go in town on Saturday we went there since they wanted a beer and there aren't a whole lot of pubs floating around Times Square.  Apparenlty however, my discount only is good for Monday through Friday.  Fuck you ESPN.  Fuck </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115526692316184503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115526692316184503&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115526692316184503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115526692316184503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/08/someday-my-mind-will-catch-up-to-my.html' title='Someday my mind will catch up to my blogging'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115500830942272327</id><published>2006-08-07T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T23:38:29.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catsup blog</title><summary type='text'>I've been meaning to review Clerks II for a few days but I'm a little absent minded so it ended up not happening until now.  Anyway, this film was f-ing hilarious.  Any film that tackles that major issues like ass to mouth and bestiality gets an A in my book.  While nothing can compete with the original genius of Clerks, Clerks II does it justice.  Of course, one could argue that I have a slight </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115500830942272327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115500830942272327&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115500830942272327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115500830942272327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/08/catsup-blog.html' title='Catsup blog'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115479317201627177</id><published>2006-08-05T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T11:55:22.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not awake enough to think of a title</title><summary type='text'>But g it's 11:30?  Yeah, well, when I say I'm not a morning person I really mean it.Yesterday, I got a call from my friend Krista yesterday saying that she would be in town for the night and that they would be going out somewhere.  Of course I accepted said invitation.  We started at some shady Irish Pub that I think was originally chosen because the under 21 members of the group could get in.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115479317201627177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115479317201627177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115479317201627177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115479317201627177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/08/not-awake-enough-to-think-of-title.html' title='Not awake enough to think of a title'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115458084417960332</id><published>2006-08-03T00:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T00:54:04.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>After midnight blog, you know i'm not sober:-)</title><summary type='text'>I have to start with sports.  Losing Vartitek is awful for the Sox.  He may have been having a down offensive year, but he knows what to do with the pitching staff.  It's not that I don't have faith in Mirabelli, who is an excellent defensive catcher, but he hasn't played every day, in possibly ever.  Calling up our AAA catcher, who was batting a whopping .207 in AAA, is far from sufficient.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115458084417960332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115458084417960332&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115458084417960332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115458084417960332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/08/after-midnight-blog-you-know-im-not.html' title='After midnight blog, you know i&apos;m not sober:-)'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115448996714141587</id><published>2006-08-01T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T23:40:17.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Days and Sports</title><summary type='text'>I had to stay a little late at work today.  Something I'll probably have to start doing a lot for the next two months.  Not that this is such a bad thing.  One of the only advantages of having a job title of "Ass. Prod." is that I get paid for overtime.  It's still a little weird though, when everyone around you has gone home, and the only people walking in the hallways are the shady custodians.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115448996714141587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115448996714141587&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115448996714141587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115448996714141587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-days-and-sports.html' title='Long Days and Sports'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115428701583887479</id><published>2006-07-30T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T15:16:55.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>98, 99, 100.  Ready or not, here I come!</title><summary type='text'>Well, This is my 100th post, so you all know what that means.1. If you ask me a direct question about myself, I will almost always answer it.2. I abhor telling anyone anything about myself if they don’t ask me a specific question.3. Prior to last year, I had never broken a bone.4. I broke someone’s collarbone when I played JV hockey in high school, so I guess karma finally caught up to me.5. All </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115428701583887479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115428701583887479&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115428701583887479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115428701583887479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/07/98-99-100-ready-or-not-here-i-come.html' title='98, 99, 100.  Ready or not, here I come!'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115419196891396617</id><published>2006-07-29T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T12:52:48.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dead Poet</title><summary type='text'>Best. Bar. Ever.  I went out with a friend of mine last night to one the bar's on the Upper West Side that I've been meaning to check out for a while.  Reasons for this include the fact that it is easy for me to get to, it's an Irish pub, it had a 9.2 rating on  citysearch, and it's advertised as a sit down and relax place (as opposed to the bars where you have to scream at the person sitting </summary><link rel='related' href='http://thedeadpoet.com/' title='The Dead Poet'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115419196891396617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115419196891396617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115419196891396617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115419196891396617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/07/dead-poet.html' title='The Dead Poet'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115388307990951240</id><published>2006-07-25T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T00:59:25.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leftovers</title><summary type='text'>Yeah I know I've used this title before, but I have a tendency to sit down and my computer and forget things, or just take my blog in a completely different direction than I thought I would, and things get left out.Yesterday I got to Columbus circle, and much to my surprise, discovered the V train on the local track.  Upon arrival at 168th, I discovered the E train.  Quite odd.I'm very excited </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115388307990951240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115388307990951240&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115388307990951240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115388307990951240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/07/leftovers.html' title='Leftovers'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115379373374509917</id><published>2006-07-24T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T22:15:33.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold shower</title><summary type='text'>So, I went to the ND picnic Saturday night.  It was a bit rainy for a while, but it eventually cleared up and good times seemed to be had by all.  Now thankfully I can go to a few more ND events in the city and recognize a few people.  I think one of the most important things I learned was the acquiring a keg in the city is exceeding difficult.  The ND club pulled off ('cause they got connections</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115379373374509917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115379373374509917&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115379373374509917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115379373374509917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/07/cold-shower.html' title='Cold shower'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115351800202769633</id><published>2006-07-21T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T17:40:02.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Road to Relevance</title><summary type='text'>So, just shy of my 100th post I have enabled word verification since my blog got hit with a comment spammer.  Darn, I find those things annoying but I guess they are a necessary evil, either that or my blog has become relevant enough to spam.  (I enjoy my delusions of grandeur, just let me run with it).It's been pouring all day (or at least most of the times I've tried to go outside today), so I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115351800202769633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115351800202769633&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115351800202769633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115351800202769633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/07/road-to-relevance.html' title='Road to Relevance'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115334955234177412</id><published>2006-07-19T18:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T18:52:32.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Every once in a while I think</title><summary type='text'>No, it doesn't happen often, but it does happen.  My foot is much better today, and while I really want to work out, I'm going to do what I think is the intelligent thing, and not do that until my foot is healed, particularly considering the pain I was in Monday night when I tried to sleep.  I'm also a lot less bitchy today, which probably has a lot to do with my foot, but probably also has a lot</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115334955234177412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115334955234177412&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115334955234177412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115334955234177412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/07/every-once-in-while-i-think.html' title='Every once in a while I think'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115326646506929137</id><published>2006-07-18T19:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T19:47:45.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Foot amputations $1</title><summary type='text'>I think the arch in my left foot has collapsed.  This is a problem I've had since I was a kid, but I had never really been sure of the problem, I could just always push on whatever lump there was on the bottom of my foot, and it got fixed (with vary degrees of pain).  So, Sunday I wake up and there is the lump on the bottom of my foot. Grr.  I try pushing it back in, but its incredibly stubborn/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115326646506929137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115326646506929137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115326646506929137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115326646506929137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/07/foot-amputations-1.html' title='Foot amputations $1'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115302629293226435</id><published>2006-07-16T00:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T01:13:12.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion and allofmp3</title><summary type='text'>So, a few details need to be ironed out, but it looks like my friend Carrie will be my date to reunion.  I was quite curious why she wasn't going with Sean since last I heard they were engaged.  Apparently however, Carrie has broken off the engagement.  I have no details.  I tried calling her today and she didn't call back.  I left her a message so hopefully she'll call me tomorrow so I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115302629293226435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115302629293226435&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115302629293226435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115302629293226435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/07/reunion-and-allofmp3.html' title='Reunion and allofmp3'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115283217198028001</id><published>2006-07-13T18:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T19:11:38.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor, Doctor!</title><summary type='text'>So, with the move to NY, I had to get a new doctor.  I really don't care for going to the doctor since I'm not a big fan of "preventative maintenance."  That and I think I'm cool with dying at 60.  However, in the event I do actually need one, it would be nice to skip the small talk and get to the "what hell is wrong with you" part of the conversation.  Anyway, I had stepped on a scale at a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115283217198028001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115283217198028001&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115283217198028001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115283217198028001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/07/doctor-doctor.html' title='Doctor, Doctor!'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115258853586322814</id><published>2006-07-10T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T23:28:55.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A week off</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so it's not really a week off, but instead of going to the theater right after work and not getting home until 1 or later, I actually come home after work and follow my "regular" routine.  Unless specifically invited, I don't think I'll be going out this week.  I kinda just want to chill and watch TV and just generally waste time.  Some final thoughts on the World Cup.  I was rooting for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115258853586322814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115258853586322814&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115258853586322814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115258853586322814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/07/week-off.html' title='A week off'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115230855393532237</id><published>2006-07-07T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T17:42:34.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"...and what counts a special occaision?"</title><summary type='text'>"A Friday."Sorry for not blogging much.  A friend of mine asked me to help out with a play doing set changes and what have you, and consequently I have not gotten home until 1 or later most nights this week, and I haven't even turned on my computer.  The name of the play is The Cripple of Inishmaan.  It's pretty much a dramady.  The whole play seems funny, but then the main character dies in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115230855393532237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115230855393532237&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115230855393532237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115230855393532237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-what-counts-special-occaision.html' title='&quot;...and what counts a special occaision?&quot;'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115186259317915811</id><published>2006-07-02T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T13:49:53.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion Cometh!!!!</title><summary type='text'>I have been waiting to get this in the mail for a few months now, and it finally came, the invitation to the 2006 Glee Club reunion.  I have been waiting for this probably since the moment I graduated.  I can't wait.  The only downside of this is that I'm going to have to plan ahead, which isn't something I'm a big fan of doing.  Now, reunion is somewhat of a date event, and knowing that most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115186259317915811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115186259317915811&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115186259317915811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115186259317915811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/07/reunion-cometh.html' title='Reunion Cometh!!!!'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115178549194474613</id><published>2006-07-01T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T16:24:51.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sure, now its sunny</title><summary type='text'>So, I have returned from a fun filled week of camp.  Unfortunately it rained almost every day so we didn’t get to play softball :-(, but oh well.  I managed to maximize my responsibility while doing a minimal amount of work by just doing unit coverage, which basically consisted of me sitting at my campsite and reading a book and making sure one got hurt.  Speaking of books, I finished Lamb.  It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115178549194474613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115178549194474613&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115178549194474613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115178549194474613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/07/sure-now-its-sunny.html' title='Sure, now its sunny'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115110805707350057</id><published>2006-06-23T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T20:14:17.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Camp!</title><summary type='text'>I will be taking a break for the next week to go to Music Camp (not band, music).  This is the one week of the year I actually put others before myself.  No this is not a trend, and I'm still an asshole, trust me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115110805707350057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115110805707350057&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115110805707350057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115110805707350057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-love-camp.html' title='I Love Camp!'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115102940151800776</id><published>2006-06-22T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T20:10:44.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I learned today</title><summary type='text'>Knowing the bartender kicks ass.  I suppose I already knew this, but in this case I knew the bartender before I ever attended the bar (Local) and she hooked me up all night long.Relying on coworkers to show up is not something I will never do again.  Next time I hear about something like this, I will check with the coworkers a day ahead, and get definitive yes or no answers.  If the answers are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115102940151800776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115102940151800776&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115102940151800776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115102940151800776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/06/things-i-learned-today.html' title='Things I learned today'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115084513157795842</id><published>2006-06-20T18:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T00:33:34.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Vinci Code and the Rise of Metrosexuality.</title><summary type='text'>Finally went to see Da Vinci Code last night (yes I realized I probably ruined the book for myself, I'll get over it).  I have to say I agree with most of the reviews.  It was kind of meh.  I figured out what was going to happen a little more than half way through, and I could definitely see how a lot of things would work better in writing.  The individual I went with (Angie) and I ended up going</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115084513157795842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115084513157795842&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115084513157795842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115084513157795842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/06/da-vinci-code-and-rise-of.html' title='Da Vinci Code and the Rise of Metrosexuality.'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115068129006818743</id><published>2006-06-18T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:41:30.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Minor Burns</title><summary type='text'>A friend of mine e-mailed me yesterday wondering if I wanted to go to the beach today.  I took one look at the weather report (94 and sunny) and said, "Yup, the beach sounds like a good idea."  We went to Rockaway Beach which isn't anything wow, but there was sun, sand, ocean, and even occasional toilets, and really can you ask for anything more?  (Ok, yeah I could think of a few things, but I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115068129006818743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115068129006818743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115068129006818743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115068129006818743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/06/minor-burns.html' title='Minor Burns'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115068082520193150</id><published>2006-06-18T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:34:37.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust me, I'm a Republican</title><summary type='text'>I've seen this floating around on other blogs for a while, but after a comment left by Sue Ellen, and the fact that I like to steal things from other people's blogs (in this case Kat), I felt this might be a good time to do this.  Your Political Profile:Overall: 60% Conservative, 40% LiberalSocial Issues: 50% Conservative, 50% LiberalPersonal Responsibility: 0% Conservative, 100% LiberalFiscal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115068082520193150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115068082520193150&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115068082520193150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115068082520193150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/06/trust-me-im-republican.html' title='Trust me, I&apos;m a Republican'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115058262234062872</id><published>2006-06-17T18:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T18:33:45.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Soccer will never be a major sport in the US</title><summary type='text'>We fuckin' won today, and there ain't no one that can tell me otherwise.  We were clearly the better team.  I'm not even going to bitch about bad officiating (though it was awful) because we overcame that shit to win the game.  In every major sport in this country, injuries don't mean shit.  In football (the American kind), if a DB pulls his hammy on a bomb, and receiver is wide open, the play </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115058262234062872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115058262234062872&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115058262234062872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115058262234062872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-soccer-will-never-be-major-sport.html' title='Why Soccer will never be a major sport in the US'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115056257960555271</id><published>2006-06-17T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T12:42:59.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Train Tease</title><summary type='text'>I was on my way home from Brooklyn last night, and managed to catch the J (which according to all the subway maps available doesn't run in southern Brooklyn, but whatever) and took it up to junction where I could transfer to the D after only a few minutes of waiting.  Pretty impressive for late night trains.  Anyway, as the D approached the section of track I'm familiar with (59th to 145th), I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115056257960555271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115056257960555271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115056257960555271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115056257960555271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/06/train-tease.html' title='Train Tease'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115032479136331229</id><published>2006-06-14T18:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T18:41:18.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leftovers and World Cup</title><summary type='text'>I came home yesterday to find a tag hanging on my door with a business card for a recruiter in the Marines.  I'm 24 years old and I can afford to live in New York City, why would I want to join the marines?  Oh, I should mention that it was addressed to a "Garrett Wilson."  Let's see, you got the first and last letters of my name right, and there is also an s and an o in my last name, but they're</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115032479136331229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115032479136331229&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115032479136331229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115032479136331229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/06/leftovers-and-world-cup.html' title='Leftovers and World Cup'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115024100783328781</id><published>2006-06-13T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T19:24:51.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Segues be damned</title><summary type='text'>On the train to work this morning we got held up 125th street for a "police investigation."  It's annoying but I can deal, I'd just prefer to be somewhere else the next time an "investigation" occurs.  There's something just slightly unnerving about a bunch of cops walking checking into every car of the train you're on in the middle of Harlem.  On my way home there were announcements that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115024100783328781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115024100783328781&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115024100783328781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115024100783328781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/06/segues-be-damned.html' title='Segues be damned'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115015435975596980</id><published>2006-06-12T18:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T19:19:59.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The U.S. will lose to Ghana</title><summary type='text'>You heard me right.  Our soccer team is awful.  Apparently the Czech's were supposed to be the "aging" team, but the US looked like a bunch of 40 year olds with hangovers out there.  We passed poorly, didn't run well, and had some total breakdowns on defense. In short, we did just everything wrong.  Now for those of you who don't have the luxury of getting ESPN360 at your desk where you can watch</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115015435975596980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115015435975596980&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115015435975596980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115015435975596980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/06/us-will-lose-to-ghana.html' title='The U.S. will lose to Ghana'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645059.post-115004656083067383</id><published>2006-06-11T12:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T13:22:40.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Green Light the Drunk Dial</title><summary type='text'>So, at Kat's birthday party last week, I ran into someone who was apparently good friends with one of my best friends from school, Katie.  During our brief conversation she mentioned that she was going on a Vegas trip with Katie and other Pangborn girls, and I told her that Katie "totally had to drunk dial me" while she was there, or something like that.  Impressively (and unfortunately), this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/feeds/115004656083067383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645059&amp;postID=115004656083067383&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115004656083067383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645059/posts/default/115004656083067383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndheathen.blogspot.com/2006/06/dont-green-light-drunk-dial.html' title='Don&apos;t Green Light the Drunk Dial'/><author><name>ndheathen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11539616689379167195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/225/9629/200/garrett.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
