<?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-5597895</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:25:18.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Karl Show</title><subtitle type='html'>"Never be afraid to doubt... and doubt in order that you may end in believing the truth." 
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"Let us discern for ourselves what is right;
let us learn together what is good." (Job 34.4)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>512</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-112449242675444058</id><published>2005-08-19T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T16:01:33.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>      IPIP-NEO/Political Compass MemeWho are you? Find out for yourself. IPIP-NEO survey here. Political Compass survey here.    Change the bio results to fit your own experience, then key in your results from the surveys between the dotted lines below.    ----------------------  Survey:Age: 22Gender: MaleLocation: Turlock, CA, USReligion: Agnostic/SpiritualOccupation: Freight/CargoBegan blogging</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112449242675444058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=112449242675444058&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112449242675444058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112449242675444058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/08/ipip-neopolitical-compass-meme-who-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-112426124778221401</id><published>2005-08-16T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T23:47:27.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SENSELESSTaize’s founder stabbed to death during serviceLYON, France - Brother Roger, one of the 20th century’s leading ecumenical figures, was stabbed to death by a woman during a service on Tuesday at the Taize community he founded in eastern France, local police said. Police said a woman stood up during a religious ceremony attended by some 2,500 people and stabbed Brother Roger three times in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112426124778221401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=112426124778221401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112426124778221401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112426124778221401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/08/senseless-taizes-founder-stabbed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-112401614526615134</id><published>2005-08-14T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T03:42:26.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DEATHI've got death on my mind. Why are we so troubled by the cessation of life? Not just in humans, but in animals -- even plants. I remember being very careful to not step on any bugs as a child. I would often scold my sister, who seemed to make a habit out of crushing ants."Sarah Naslund! Don't you dare hurt those poor ants!"Ah, if only there were some cosmic big brother to tell all the jerks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112401614526615134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=112401614526615134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112401614526615134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112401614526615134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/08/death-ive-got-death-on-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-112382980652600546</id><published>2005-08-11T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T23:59:11.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE KARL DIET1) Walk one or two miles a day2) Eat lessThats the plan! I've been doing it for about two or three weeks now, and I *think* that I'm seeing some preliminary results. Granted, it's not a FEEL THE BURN LOOSE 50 POUNDS IN THREE WEEKS!!!!! diet plan, but I think the methodology is sound. Burn more calories, take in less calories. Pretty logical, if you ask me.My goal is to get under 200 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112382980652600546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=112382980652600546&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112382980652600546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112382980652600546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/08/karl-diet-1-walk-one-or-two-miles-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-112365851817960607</id><published>2005-08-10T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T00:21:58.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UNTITLEDGrandma passed away around 7pm on Monday. As per my prediction, it still hasn't "hit me". I feel strangely numb to her passing, as if someone elses' grandma had died. I feel like a monster for feeling nothing at all.Maybe I just need to give it time? Maybe I'm just dead on the inside....I dunno.The memorial is on the 20th, so maybe I'll be compelled to feel something then. One can only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112365851817960607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=112365851817960607&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112365851817960607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112365851817960607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/08/untitled-grandma-passed-away-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-112354840443482155</id><published>2005-08-08T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T17:46:44.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MOVING DAYYesterday, my sister and her husband moved out of the house, supposedly for good. They have their own condo across town now, while this house is absent two people (and a lot of noise).Today, however, is the real moving day. Why? Because today is the day that it's really beginning to sink in. "That Sinking Feeling" is weird. Something traumatic will happen, a death, a birth, a breakup, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112354840443482155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=112354840443482155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112354840443482155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112354840443482155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/08/moving-day-yesterday-my-sister-and-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-112340773614079645</id><published>2005-08-07T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T17:30:08.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IN RECENT NEWS...Had lunch with Jake today. Worked in the office until almost 1am trying to get our weekend sale out of the way. Fun stuff.In other news, Jake has turned me on to Morrissey.Is it wrong to like Morrissey?Is it wrong?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112340773614079645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=112340773614079645&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112340773614079645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112340773614079645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/08/in-recent-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-112322630184138360</id><published>2005-08-05T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T00:18:21.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IT'S OFFICIALWe got our very first Christmas products at work today.Our first Halloween products came last week.*sigh*.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112322630184138360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=112322630184138360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112322630184138360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112322630184138360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-official-we-got-our-very-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-112287638008739337</id><published>2005-07-31T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T23:06:25.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LAKES AND MARRIAGE Yesterday we went on a picnic at Pinecrest Lake, near Strawberry, CA. It was hot and crowded. Nuff' said.Today is my sister's first wedding anniversary. One down, a lifetime to go.All in all, I think they're doing a good job so far. Most truly fragile marriages end within the first year (or is it two years? I can't remember)...so perhaps their not out of the woods yet. Are any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112287638008739337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=112287638008739337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112287638008739337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112287638008739337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/lakes-and-marriage-yesterday-we-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-112219960784810567</id><published>2005-07-27T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T14:40:57.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yet...Warning: Long post belowI'll have to admit that I'm of two minds regarding just about everything. Sometimes it feels as if there is literally two or ten different men living inside of me, each one battling the other for supremacy. "Two" minds doesn't even do it justice. I'm a plethora of feelings, thoughts, emotions, impulses, fears, desires, needs, wants and neuroses all wrapped together </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112219960784810567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=112219960784810567&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112219960784810567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112219960784810567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-112201675873643796</id><published>2005-07-21T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T00:19:24.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WATER, WATER, EVERYWHERE......and many drops to drink! It just occured to me how much I love water. I mean, I drink the darn stuff every day. Several times a day, in fact. Sometimes I'll just be laying around, doing nothing in particular -- when, quite suddenly -- I'll be overcome with a tremendous urge to just guzzle me some H2O. Sometimes I feel like I couldn't live without it. Perhaps I'm a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112201675873643796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=112201675873643796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112201675873643796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112201675873643796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/water-water-everywhere.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-112163636190249616</id><published>2005-07-17T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T15:18:05.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*SIGH*My life is just one sigh after another right now.This morning my little sister was admitted to the hospital with uncontrollable vomiting and abdominal pain.As of right now, I don't know what the verdict is, but apparently my sister is feeling a little better -- which is good to know. Knowing is beautiful, you might say.I'll keep you all updated as I learn more.UPDATE: My sister is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112163636190249616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=112163636190249616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112163636190249616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112163636190249616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/sigh-my-life-is-just-one-sigh-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-112151332810934160</id><published>2005-07-16T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T04:30:16.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lifeis a terrible thing to waste.When do you decidethat your life is a failure?At what point does the truthcome knocking?And what if the truth(like a terrible houseguest, or your nasty cousins)refuses to leave?I think I need to go for a walk or something. Existential angst and crappy quasi-poetry is good for nobody..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112151332810934160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=112151332810934160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112151332810934160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112151332810934160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/life-is-terrible-thing-to-waste.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-112131946210305537</id><published>2005-07-13T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T22:37:42.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UNTITLED (AGAIN)I'm beginning to wonder if I've spent 90% of my recent posts apologising for not posting enough.Yesterday I was told that my great-grandmother is dying. Were all dying, of course, but she is going rather quickly. She's under Hospice care and probably won't last more than a few months -- weeks, even. It comes as quite a shock, and I'm still digesting all the particulars, so don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112131946210305537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=112131946210305537&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112131946210305537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112131946210305537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/untitled-again-im-beginning-to-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-112049902664008321</id><published>2005-07-04T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T10:43:55.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FIREWORKSNASA probe strikes comet Temple 1</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112049902664008321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=112049902664008321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112049902664008321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112049902664008321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/fireworks-nasa-probe-strikes-comet.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-112042486531238583</id><published>2005-07-03T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T14:07:45.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BACKI'm back from my sojurn to Southern California, and I must say that I am very, very glad to be back. My mind is currently scattered all over the place -- I'm trying to absorb a million points of data and make sense of them in a single moment. It's not easy. Maybe I'm just over stimulated?Probably.Gosh, I must be the only guy in the universe who comes back from vacation even more frazzled than</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/112042486531238583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=112042486531238583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112042486531238583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/112042486531238583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/07/back-im-back-from-my-sojurn-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111982419335863932</id><published>2005-06-26T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T15:16:33.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SUMMER VACATIONThis blog is going on haitus for the next week or so. Not that any of you would notice, of course. I do realize that I post much less now than I have in the past, and knowing this does trouble me greatly. I feel like I should be writing more, but I just can't bring myself to do it.Maybe I'm in a "learning" and "discovery" phase of my life, rather than a "writing" phase.I'll be in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111982419335863932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111982419335863932&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111982419335863932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111982419335863932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/06/summer-vacation-this-blog-is-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111926142997882409</id><published>2005-06-20T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T02:58:17.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UNTITLEDWell, things have been interesting lately.Starting on Saturday, I helped some friends move into their brand-new apartment here in town. It was exhausting work, but personally, I had a blast. Nothing is quite so cool as just hanging out with friends, even while hauling a television set down from a second-story room. What would life be like without friends? Not worth living, if you ask </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111926142997882409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111926142997882409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111926142997882409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111926142997882409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/06/untitled-well-things-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111867989642923963</id><published>2005-06-13T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T09:24:56.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I ACTUALLY FACT-CHECKED THIS QUOTE, JUST TO BE SURE."We want that democracy in Lebanon to succeed and we know one cannot succeed so long as she is occupied by a foreign power . . ." -President Bush.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111867989642923963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111867989642923963&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111867989642923963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111867989642923963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-actually-fact-checked-this-quote.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111866560607602147</id><published>2005-06-13T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T05:26:46.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TAGGED LIKE A WILD ANIMALI've been drugged and "tagged" with a radio-collar so that scientists can track my movements and migratory patters over the summer. I knew this would happen one day. Total number of films I own on DVD/video: About three dozen, all VHS. Most of them are cartoon series from the 80's (I get terribly nostalgic), others are Mystery Science Theatre 3000. Hopefully, it's an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111866560607602147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111866560607602147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111866560607602147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111866560607602147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/06/tagged-like-wild-animal-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111858128372746061</id><published>2005-06-12T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T06:01:23.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MONEY 'N FISSION, YO.I'm hoping to take on some more responsiblities at work soon -- hopefully I'll get some more hours and more of that badly needed green currency that seems to be in such short supply lately.While you're here, check out Natural Nuclear Reactors in Oklo, Gabon. I guess humans arent the only ones who like to play with atoms. Bacteria do it too..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111858128372746061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111858128372746061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111858128372746061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111858128372746061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/06/money-n-fission-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111831912737048005</id><published>2005-06-09T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T05:12:07.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THERE IS NO JUSTICEI, for one, can't believe that Kevin and Sandra are moving. I mean, nobody -- and I mean NOBODY -- else can even begin to understand our long conversations on the nature of reality. I feel like I'm loosing the only other person in Turlock who understands that "Reality" (including emperical observation) is merely a homo-sapien-specific neurolgical construct.Oh, why must the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111831912737048005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111831912737048005&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111831912737048005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111831912737048005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/06/there-is-no-justice-i-for-one-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111805710560357252</id><published>2005-06-06T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T04:25:53.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HERO WORSHIPSorry for not posting in so long. I've been busy doing absolutely nothing, and I must say that it's quite refreshing.I got to thinking tonight about the way that Americans worship. It's occurred to me that Americans have many more gods than just YHWH, although this isn't a very surprising observations to my more urbane Christian friends. I would argue, however, that even good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111805710560357252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111805710560357252&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111805710560357252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111805710560357252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/06/hero-worship-sorry-for-not-posting-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111744180482352539</id><published>2005-05-30T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T01:31:14.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY!"Now I look at the war as a sportsman. It's a matter of choosingThe decentest way of losing.Heads or tails, losers or winners,We all loose, we're all damned sinners.And I'd rather be with the poor cold people at the wall that's shotThan the bloody guilty devils in the firing line, in Hell and keeping hot.""But what right, Dooley, what right," he cried,"Have you to say the Lord </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111744180482352539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111744180482352539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111744180482352539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111744180482352539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-memorial-day-now-i-look-at-war.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111734866178650569</id><published>2005-05-28T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T23:37:41.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE LITTLE THINGS COUNTIt looks like I passed my Nutrition class....by six points.It's times like these when I'm thankful that I didn't skip "that little 10-point homework assignment"..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111734866178650569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111734866178650569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111734866178650569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111734866178650569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/05/little-things-count-it-looks-like-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111725020051325431</id><published>2005-05-27T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T20:16:40.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FINALLYFinals are over, and I have nothing to do for the rest of the summer.Suggestions?.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111725020051325431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111725020051325431&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111725020051325431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111725020051325431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/05/finally-finals-are-over-and-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111672037643365037</id><published>2005-05-22T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T01:41:33.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.R.E.M WROTE A SONG ABOUT MY SITUATIONLet's talk about scripting. For a brief overview (and a good example) of scripting click here and read the whole thing. I left a comment at that post, and I'm still thinking about it.For those of you who don't know (or those of you that I haven't told), Scripting is exactly what it sounds like: unconsciously pre-planned human behaviors used in social </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111672037643365037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111672037643365037&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111672037643365037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111672037643365037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111662493268265199</id><published>2005-05-20T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T14:35:32.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I THOUGHT WE WERE AMERICANS?From the NY Times:"Even as the young Afghan man was dying before them, his American jailers continued to torment him.    The prisoner, a slight, 22-year-old taxi driver known only as Dilawar, was hauled from his cell at the detention center in Bagram, Afghanistan, at around 2 a.m. to answer questions about a rocket attack on an American base. When he arrived in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111662493268265199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111662493268265199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111662493268265199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111662493268265199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-thought-we-were-americans-from-ny.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111655526218430738</id><published>2005-05-19T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T19:14:22.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>APOLOGYFinals are coming up, and I need to get crackin'. I haven't forgot about all my adoring fans, of course. I have some ideas for new posts coming up, so do stay tuned.So how 'bout them Yankees?.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111655526218430738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111655526218430738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111655526218430738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111655526218430738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/05/apology-finals-are-coming-up-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111603964911624059</id><published>2005-05-13T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T14:45:12.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHOOPSThat survey took up waaaaay too much margin space. Sorry folks.Also, as Kevin said:"That quiz sucks. The wording is downright poor and it attempts to distill very complex issues into 1 of 5 discrete positions."So true. Leave it to Kevin, of course, to let Logic get in the way of fun. Darn you, Kevin!BTW,It looks like our torture tactics are coming back to bite us in the butt. What goes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111603964911624059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111603964911624059&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111603964911624059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111603964911624059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/05/whoops-that-survey-took-up-waaaaay-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111579498096502007</id><published>2005-05-10T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T00:07:14.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MO' MONEYGood news everybody: I've gotten some more hours at work. I'll end this week with close to thirty hours on my paycheck. This is a much needed windfall, as I have several bills due very soon, and at least one bill thats already late. The money I get from the extra hours should be able to take care of my financial problems -- for now.In other news, I have a hankerin' to visit the San </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111579498096502007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111579498096502007&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111579498096502007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111579498096502007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/05/mo-money-good-news-everybody-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111541883357845369</id><published>2005-05-06T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T15:34:07.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UPDATEFor those of you who are following along:My dad has resurfaced this afternoon, thankfully. I don't know where he's been for the past 18 hours or so, but I'm glad he's back -- sort of.He hasn't told us if he intends to stay with us another night. He may leave again, but now that I'm not as worried about his saftey, I think that maybe some alone-time for him and mom might be a good thing.I'll</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111541883357845369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111541883357845369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111541883357845369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111541883357845369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/05/update-for-those-of-you-who-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111522946223273507</id><published>2005-05-04T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T10:57:42.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TRUE LOVE HURTS?From The Detroit Free Press:Young adults who as teenagers take pledges to remain virgins until marriage are just as likely to contract a venereal disease as people who don't make the promise, according to a new study.    Teens who take the pledge are also more likely to take chances with other kinds of sex that increase the risk of sexually transmitted diseases, the study of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111522946223273507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111522946223273507&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111522946223273507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111522946223273507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/05/true-love-hurts-from-detroit-free.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111512619353234118</id><published>2005-05-03T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T06:16:33.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AN HONEST QUESTIONI've had to ask myself an honest but difficult question."Am I loosing my faith, or am I loosing somebody else's faith?"This is critical, I think. Critical as it may be, I still don't know the answer. Is it really possible to have a faith apart from the Faith-Bearers and Gate-Keepers? Would "my" faith be any more "real"? Would it contain any more "truth"? How would I know? What </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111512619353234118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111512619353234118&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111512619353234118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111512619353234118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/05/honest-question-ive-had-to-ask-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111507130072262625</id><published>2005-05-02T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T15:07:27.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SCIENCE MARCHES ONI have a new comments script here on The Karl Show. Its the Blogger internal script, which means you'll need to register with Blogger to post comments on my site from now on.And yes, this is a blatant ploy to get Dan on blogger.Come join the grownups, Dan.By the way, I've also made some subtle changes to the margins on the right. Nothing too drastic, of course..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111507130072262625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111507130072262625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111507130072262625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111507130072262625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/05/science-marches-on-i-have-new-comments.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111430517420545424</id><published>2005-05-02T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T03:10:07.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BAY AREA NOTES I took a long overdue trip to the Bay Area on about two weeks ago.My first stop was the old library where I used to work. Actually, they tore down the old library and built a gigantic new facility in it's place. I liked the old place a lot, but I must admit -- the new place is growing on me (It even has a borders-style Cafe'!). Click here for a fancy slide show of the new digs, and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111430517420545424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111430517420545424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111430517420545424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111430517420545424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/05/bay-area-notes-i-took-long-overdue.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111471387935378067</id><published>2005-04-28T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T11:44:39.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SORRYApologies for being tardy over the past week or so. School has been hectic, and the computer has been on the fritz as well. I'll think of something to write about eventually, though..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111471387935378067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111471387935378067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111471387935378067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111471387935378067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/sorry-apologies-for-being-tardy-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111418473739855552</id><published>2005-04-22T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T08:45:37.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FINALLYMy months-long struggle with the bureaucracy at Stan State is finally over. I called this morning to check on the status of my complaint:"Do you want the good news or the bad news?" said the counselor"Bad news first, please." I said, swallowing hard."The bad news is, you're talking to me on the phone right now." he said.(silence)"The good news is," he continued, "is that your refund has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111418473739855552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111418473739855552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111418473739855552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111418473739855552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/finally-my-months-long-struggle-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111398490070029542</id><published>2005-04-20T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T01:15:00.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHILE YOU'RE WAITING......in honor of His Holiness' Benedict XVI's election to the See of Peter, I present you with an astonishing collection of Photoshopped Romance Novel covers. (safe for kids and work).For teaching and edification only, of course..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111398490070029542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111398490070029542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111398490070029542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111398490070029542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/while-youre-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111392977190444739</id><published>2005-04-19T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T09:57:17.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EGGS BENEDICT?I don't see what the big deal is. The guy has been Pope for the past couple years anyway.Hooray for the Inquisition..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111392977190444739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111392977190444739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111392977190444739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111392977190444739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/eggs-benedict-i-dont-see-what-big-deal.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111356555195582384</id><published>2005-04-15T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T04:46:32.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TIME OUTI need to mull over Brad and Kevin's contributions to my discussion about Young Faith below. I also need to get some homework done.In the meantime, check out my new "sloganizer" above. Its like marketing, but for people! I feel degraded already!Also, I've taken a Unitarian Universalist Jihad name.You can get one too.My name, you ask?"Brother Neutron Bomb of Enlightened Compassion.".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111356555195582384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111356555195582384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111356555195582384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111356555195582384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/time-out-i-need-to-mull-over-brad-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111343139688225673</id><published>2005-04-13T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T15:29:56.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YOUNG PEOPLE AND FAITHBrad posted a link to this article by Keith Drury. I have a lengthy response, but I decided that it would be nicer to post it here on my own blog instead of polluting Brad's blog with it. I mean, I do have my own blog, after all. No sense in hemorrhaging my thoughts all over Brad's space.Here goes:Keith offers several reasons why young people stray from the faith: Realizing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111343139688225673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111343139688225673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111343139688225673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111343139688225673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/young-people-and-faith-brad-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111332339956780844</id><published>2005-04-12T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T09:31:25.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOWI think I just pulled my first "all-nighter" and my first "all-morning-er" back to back.I'd celebrate if I wasn't brain-dead from mental exhaustion.yay..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111332339956780844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111332339956780844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111332339956780844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111332339956780844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/wow-i-think-i-just-pulled-my-first-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111322914001418177</id><published>2005-04-11T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T07:19:00.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LETS DISCUSS.....Epistemology!Begin!.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111322914001418177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111322914001418177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111322914001418177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111322914001418177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/lets-discuss.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111304148081579778</id><published>2005-04-09T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T03:11:20.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ITS THE END OF THE WORLD!!!The Apocolypse of John, Anime Style.Why do I find it so amusing? Maybe its because the AoJ becomes so obviously absurd when you take it "literally".Enjoy..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111304148081579778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111304148081579778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111304148081579778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111304148081579778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-end-of-world-apocolypse-of-john.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111286255418632439</id><published>2005-04-07T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T01:29:14.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YOU CAN'T JUDGE A HERO BY HIS SIZE...Remember "Teeny Weeny Little Superguy" from Seasme Street? The guy who lives in a plastic up? (Or on a plastic cup, I guess?)Here's a more "modern" take on it:sweatshop unionI like it. Good music too, if you like Indy Rap, I suppose.Not bad for a bunch of Canadians..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111286255418632439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111286255418632439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111286255418632439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111286255418632439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-cant-judge-hero-by-his-size.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111261422475738106</id><published>2005-04-04T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T03:16:59.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE EVER-HUNGRY BEASTI find myself getting angry at my dad often -- mostly because he's fairly slothful and quite obese. It may be that I find him so distasteful because I see so much of myself in him. People often mistake us for one another over the phone, and it wont be long before my hairline and waistline make us indistinguishable in person as well.Tonight I was miffed that he decided to stay</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111261422475738106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111261422475738106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111261422475738106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111261422475738106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/ever-hungry-beast-i-find-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111259560234600855</id><published>2005-04-03T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T23:20:02.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HELP!I can't think of anything to write about. Any ideas?.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111259560234600855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111259560234600855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111259560234600855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111259560234600855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/help-i-cant-think-of-anything-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111250195604843318</id><published>2005-04-02T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T20:19:16.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  NON EST AD ASTRA MOLLIS E TERRIS VIAGiovanni Pablo II 1920 - 2005†</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111250195604843318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111250195604843318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111250195604843318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111250195604843318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/non-est-ad-astra-mollis-e-terris-via.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111243721594212709</id><published>2005-04-02T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T02:30:41.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FIRSTS Today I saw a Kohl's commercial for the first time.I also experienced my first April Fool's day without being seriously hoodwinked.I had my first serious heart-to-heart talk of the year,and the first sense of true freedom in a long, long time.First things are always interesting, aren't they?===Oh, before you go -- something for reflection:If seeing is believing, does that mean that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111243721594212709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111243721594212709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111243721594212709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111243721594212709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/04/firsts-today-i-saw-kohls-commercial.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111205758980197495</id><published>2005-03-28T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T16:53:09.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FINANCIAL TROUBLEAm I the only man in the world who crosses himself before he opens his bank statement?.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111205758980197495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111205758980197495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111205758980197495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111205758980197495'/><link 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misconception is probably closer to the actual </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111198998200115510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111198998200115510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111198998200115510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111198998200115510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/03/freudian-slippage-while-driving-south.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111195544256172775</id><published>2005-03-27T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T17:44:30.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BLAGHIt's morning in America. Early morning to be exact.I think I went to the Sunrise service today, but honestly I can't remember that well. I recall being very cold and seeing my friend Kirk, so I guess I really did go.Speaking of Kirk, he's heading back to Sand Yego today. Kirk and I are best of friends, and it's always difficult to find things to do when he's not around. I'm going to miss him</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111195544256172775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111195544256172775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111195544256172775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111195544256172775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/03/blagh-its-morning-in-america.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111193518128017431</id><published>2005-03-27T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T06:53:01.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Indeed..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111193518128017431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111193518128017431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111193518128017431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111193518128017431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/03/indeed.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111178470394384243</id><published>2005-03-25T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T13:05:03.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GOOD FRIDAYI'm troubled today. Today is Good Friday, but I don't have many sacred thoughts to give you. I think I'm running a quart low on the Holy Spirit or something.THE HOLY SPIRIT, NOW WITH VALVOLINE!Whatever. It would be tempting to mix the sacred with the profane today. I have a few articles that I'd like to share with everybody, but I just can't. It would be like Moses wearing his sandals </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111178470394384243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111178470394384243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111178470394384243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111178470394384243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/03/good-friday-im-troubled-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111154394474374723</id><published>2005-03-22T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T18:12:24.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NOAH WOULD BE PROUDGreetings from the computer lab at Merced JC. Greetings from the DISASTER AREA that is Merced County. I don't have time to go into all the details right now, but lets just say that I almost didn't make it to school today. I came very close to stalling my car in three or four feet of water.Also, I need a print card to print out my homework - but the student store which sells </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111154394474374723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111154394474374723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111154394474374723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111154394474374723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/03/noah-would-be-proud-greetings-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111149397411287638</id><published>2005-03-22T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T04:21:48.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OBLIGATORY CONTROVERSIAL POST Yes, it's the story that you would love to stop hearing about.I think that Terri Schiavo may end up becoming the next Elian Gonzalez - and I say that not out of snarkyness or sarcasm, but sadness and fear.My thoughts, you ask?Well, I don't see the issue itself in black and white terms. I don't see it as The Evil Greedy Fornicating Husband versus The Concerned Loving </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111149397411287638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111149397411287638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111149397411287638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111149397411287638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/03/obligatory-controversial-post-yes-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111130920554795370</id><published>2005-03-20T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T01:00:05.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LINKS AND THINGSFirst, a "painting" that I made. It may take a few minutes to load.Secondly, do you recognize some of these people? Do you recognize yourself?I recognize myself.The sad thing is, most of these personality types carry over into "real life" as well. Maybe the internet is really just a microcosm (or macrocosm?) of the real world. Human insecurity writ large, if you will.End </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111130920554795370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111130920554795370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111130920554795370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111130920554795370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/03/links-and-things-first-painting-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111118530188745207</id><published>2005-03-18T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T14:48:16.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NEWSFLASHYesterday was St. Patrick's Day. Yesterday we got our first Fourth of July shipment. Granted, it was only small trinkets and doodads with American flags pasted on them, but still - the boxes said "SEASONAL - FOURTH OF JULY" on them.I suspect we'll be getting Christmas supplies soon.Also, while you're here, check out Fr. David's musings on the place of the church. Quote:"In my experience,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111118530188745207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111118530188745207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111118530188745207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111118530188745207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/03/newsflash-yesterday-was-st.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111103625977365107</id><published>2005-03-16T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T21:10:59.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NO WORRIES!The ice cap on Mount Kilimanjaro has melted for the first time in 11,000 years.Al Gore may have not invented the internet, but was he wrong about global warming?'End transmission</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111103625977365107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111103625977365107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111103625977365107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111103625977365107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/03/no-worries-ice-cap-on-mount.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111088186973190323</id><published>2005-03-15T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T02:17:49.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AN AMERICAN PSALM FOR AN AMERICAN GODHail, Mighty Dragon!Who hath brought usforth in painful childbirthWho hath gone before usand wiped the lesser onesaway.Let us worship you this dayin your Five-Sided Temple.Let us sacrifice our childrenand mingle their blood with oil.A crude sacrifice.The billowing smoke risesever into your black nostrils.It pleases you to see suchpurity of heart. It pleases </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111088186973190323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111088186973190323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111088186973190323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111088186973190323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/03/american-psalm-for-american-god-hail.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111058050978761639</id><published>2005-03-11T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T14:35:09.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EVIL OVERLORD DO'S AND DON'TS...for the purpose-driven Overlord.Here and here.220. Whatever my one vulnerability is, I will fake a different one. For example, ordering all mirrors removed from the palace, screaming and flinching whenever someone accidentally holds up a mirror, etc. In the climax when the hero whips out a mirror and thrusts it at my face, my reaction will be "Hmm...I think I need </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111058050978761639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111058050978761639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111058050978761639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111058050978761639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/03/evil-overlord-dos-and-donts.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111035105794572907</id><published>2005-03-08T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T22:50:57.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LET'S GIVE IT A TRYI ended up not giving blood yesterday. My blood pressure was too high (for me, not for them) so I asked if I could be excused at the very last minute. They literally had me strapped down and ready to go when I asked them to stop.I ended up getting the points anyway.100 points.Out of 500 points for the whole class.One fifth of my total grade.For not giving blood. For not doing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111035105794572907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111035105794572907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111035105794572907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111035105794572907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/03/lets-give-it-try-i-ended-up-not-giving.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111017947012333391</id><published>2005-03-06T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T23:11:50.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MEFI ROUNDUPIsrael Defense Force blacklists guys who play D&amp;D.Now, if only the US Military would take a clue from our Israeli friends - I won't even need to move to Canada when the draft comes!But why would I worry about serving in Our Military? Well, for one thing, they don't take free thinkers very well:The Incentive For SilenceMeFi is a public service. Kinda like Fark but without the nudity </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111017947012333391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111017947012333391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111017947012333391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111017947012333391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/03/mefi-roundup-israel-defense-force.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-111011426600489293</id><published>2005-03-06T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T05:04:26.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FLOW"Do you know what time it is?"Two hairs past a freckle."Thats not funny."Why?"Because you are not funny."Why?"Do you really want to know?"Yeah!"All right, then. It is because you mix old-person's humor with a kind of forced post-modern cynicism. You are like a fat, depressed version of George Burns. Like George Burns if he was fat, depressed and born in the 1980's. 'Two hairs past a freckle' </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/111011426600489293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=111011426600489293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111011426600489293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/111011426600489293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/03/flow-do-you-know-what-time-it-is-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110995373766940338</id><published>2005-03-04T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T08:28:57.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FOR YOUR ENJOYMENTFirstly, old-computers.com - a veritable trip down computer memory lane, if there is such a thing. This fantastic model first flew off the assembly line the year I was born - yet I remember using them throughout my school years right up until Junior High. Ah, for the days when computers were made by companies like Mitsubishi, Raido Shack, Xerox and "Videoton". Those were the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110995373766940338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110995373766940338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110995373766940338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110995373766940338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/03/for-your-enjoyment-firstly-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110975037523953946</id><published>2005-03-01T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T23:59:35.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"FREE" POINTSSomething shocking happened in Art History class today.Firstly, there was no test like I had mentioned yesterday. I swear, this prof has lied, forgotten or perhaps forgotten to lie about more promised tests and quizzes than I can count.Secondly, before class could even begin, a man who bore more than a passing resemblance to William F. Buckley grabbed the podium and made a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110975037523953946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110975037523953946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110975037523953946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110975037523953946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/03/free-points-something-shocking.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110964399718545592</id><published>2005-02-28T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T18:26:37.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE #209We all know that many modernist and post-modernist doctrines threaten to obscure the Truth of the Bible.Evolution, Historical-Critical scholarship, Free Inquiry, the Printing Press, Lightbulbs - they're all damnable baubles created by the devil and supported by heretics. But do you know that the most insidious heresy really is?Heliocentricity. It's true! It all started </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110964399718545592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110964399718545592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110964399718545592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110964399718545592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/02/too-good-to-be-true-209-we-all-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110935917150813828</id><published>2005-02-25T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T11:19:31.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RANDOM THOUGHTSI felt a strange feeling as I walked into work on Wednesday. (Say, don't you think that "wednesday" is a funny word? I do. I mean, just look at it!) Anyway, I felt kinda strange as soon as I walked through the door - something was amiss - something was in the air. It took me at least another forty five seconds to figure out what was making my spider senses tingle. When I finally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110935917150813828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110935917150813828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110935917150813828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110935917150813828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/02/random-thoughts-i-felt-strange-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110920086350300522</id><published>2005-02-23T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T15:21:03.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UGHTommorow I head off to Merced and face the dreaded Nutrition Mid Term. I swear, I've never participated in such a poorly run class. Some people just shouldn't be teachers, I think.*sigh*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110920086350300522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110920086350300522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110920086350300522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110920086350300522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/02/ugh-tommorow-i-head-off-to-merced-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110907099718369538</id><published>2005-02-22T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T03:16:37.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MATTER IS TO ANTI-MATTER AS LIFE IS TO WHAT?So,You've seen the Dragon?You've seen his face?Well, I have seen it too.I saw it in the mirror oncethose charcoal eyes. those ashenhorns.that watchful gaze over a thousandGehenna hills                                                that burning trash heapburningburningand a flame that never goes outthose eyeslifeless,not with death - mind youbut </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110907099718369538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110907099718369538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110907099718369538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110907099718369538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/02/matter-is-to-anti-matter-as-life-is-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110897125532860820</id><published>2005-02-20T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T23:34:15.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Psalm 146     1 Praise the LORD!Praise the LORD, O my soul! 2 I will praise the LORD as long as I live;   I will sing praises to my God all my life long. &lt;!-- +b --&gt;    &lt;!--  --&gt;3 Do not put your trust in princes,   in mortals, in whom there is no help. 4 When their breath departs, they return to the earth;   on that very day their plans perish. &lt;!-- +b --&gt;    &lt;!--  --&gt;5 Happy are those whose </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110897125532860820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110897125532860820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110897125532860820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110897125532860820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/02/psalm-146-1-praise-lord-praise-lord-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110855025011275230</id><published>2005-02-16T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T02:38:51.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ITS TWO AM. DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOUR KARL IS?Do you know what this is?Its the Wilderness. Thats where I am right now.An appropriate place to spend Lent, yes? Yes, except that this is my forty days in the desert - mine along with Jesus'. The truth is, the sad truth is, I'm very tired. Mentally, spiritually tired. Maybe a tad physically tired too. I'm tired of Lies and Truth. I'm tired of Lies </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110855025011275230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110855025011275230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110855025011275230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110855025011275230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-two-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110837073207256086</id><published>2005-02-14T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T01:00:58.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ABOUT FIVE MINUTESMy Lenten sacrifice this year: stop thinking about girls.How long was I faithful?(see above)So what do you do when your Lenten disciplines fail? Try again and shoot for ten minutes?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110837073207256086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110837073207256086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110837073207256086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110837073207256086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/02/about-five-minutes-my-lenten-sacrifice.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110815075610272369</id><published>2005-02-11T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T11:40:55.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE TRANQUIL REPOSE OF A SAINTVi Martinson, age 102, has entered into rest.I remembered first meeting Vi when I took a job at Covenant Village of Turlock. I think, although I'm not sure, that she was my first "customer". I was a receptionist you see, a desk jockey. My job was to take care of any and all clerical needs that the residents might have. I'll admit that sometimes it was less than fun -</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110815075610272369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110815075610272369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110815075610272369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110815075610272369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/02/tranquil-repose-of-saint-vi-martinson.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110806670398336303</id><published>2005-02-10T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T12:18:23.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ON A LIGHTER NOTE...Please, please, please check out Spamusement.comIt's a website where a gifted artist takes the subject lines from spam and literally represents them on the drawing board. I didn't think it would be very funny at first, but honestly, this is one of the few websites that I've actually "laughed out loud" at in a long time.A few samples:If you die tonight, what happens to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110806670398336303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110806670398336303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110806670398336303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110806670398336303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/02/on-lighter-note.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110789616985105708</id><published>2005-02-09T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T02:08:05.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LENTAshes to AshesAll I have is DoubtAshes to AshesAll I am is FailureAshes to AshesIs there any hope?Ashes to AshesAll that I haveis Ashes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110789616985105708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110789616985105708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110789616985105708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110789616985105708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/02/lent-ashes-to-ashes-all-i-have-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110781529181414268</id><published>2005-02-07T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T14:28:11.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHERE TO GO FROM HERE?I'd like to thank everybody who posted a comment in my Free Will/Determinism section. I have lots of homework in my Art History class, so I won't be able to answer any of your questions right now. Rest assured I will be thinking about them, however.In the meantime, let me share something with you.The other day I took my grandma on her weekly trip to the store. I'll be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110781529181414268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110781529181414268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110781529181414268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110781529181414268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/02/where-to-go-from-here-id-like-to-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110716117363460244</id><published>2005-02-03T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T03:27:42.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CHOICE (or, get ready for a headache)What is choice? Do we have a choice? Is everything chosen for us? What does it mean to "choose"?Let's discuss.I think that when we say the word "Choice", we really mean a conscious, informed assent to one particular option over another particular option. When someone lacks one of the elements above (.i.e, if a child is to young to be conscious, or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110716117363460244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110716117363460244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110716117363460244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110716117363460244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/02/choice-or-get-ready-for-headache-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110721008491796232</id><published>2005-01-31T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T14:21:24.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DISTURBINGMy dad just signed up for the Showtime cable package. For an extra five dollars a month, we get about a dozen extra premium cable channels - complete with shocking violence and full frontal nudity! Hooray.On second thought, I don't think it's such a good idea. I've got two siblings who are young and impressionable. I've also got a brain of my own that dosen't need the extra </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110721008491796232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110721008491796232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110721008491796232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110721008491796232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/01/disturbing-my-dad-just-signed-up-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110707886158128826</id><published>2005-01-30T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T01:54:21.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LATER THAT DAY...As I said in my previous post, Adam came over tonight. We rented "A Mighty Wind" - and this would be the second time that I've seen it. This was Adam's first, however, and he kinda liked it too. My only wish is that he could have been a bit more enthusiastic. I mean, this flick was made by the same guys who did Spinal Tap! Then again, Adam said that he never saw Spinal Tap in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110707886158128826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110707886158128826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110707886158128826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110707886158128826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/01/later-that-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110703498545618974</id><published>2005-01-29T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T13:43:05.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MIDWINTER DOLDRUMSBrad and Dan are having a blast in wintery Chicago, meanwhile I'm stuck here doing homework. I probably shouldn't complain, as my homework is 1000 times easier than the kind that most other college students are working on right now.Adam and I are probably going to do something later on today. That'll be fun.I don't really have anything else to say.Curse you, writer's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110703498545618974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110703498545618974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110703498545618974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110703498545618974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/01/midwinter-doldrums-brad-and-dan-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110672381061121049</id><published>2005-01-25T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T23:16:50.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SPONGEBOB AND NUDE MODELSForget Spongebob. The real cartoon homosexual has been exposed.While I was at school today, I noticed a new ad up on the community bulletin board. Apparently, there's an open position for male nude models in the Art Department. On the flyer is a drawing of an anatomically correct "David"-looking titan, complete with many squiggles of NEITHER REGION HAIR. I wonder if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110672381061121049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110672381061121049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110672381061121049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110672381061121049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/01/spongebob-and-nude-models-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110664110738506842</id><published>2005-01-25T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T00:19:23.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>www.SKYNET.govSo what happens when these little killers decide that they don't need us anymore?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110664110738506842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110664110738506842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110664110738506842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110664110738506842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/01/www.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110650034733620714</id><published>2005-01-23T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T09:12:27.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>?Are you our father in heaven?What is your name?Where is your kingdom?What is your will?Will you give us some bread today?Will you forgive our debts? (assuming that we forgive others as well?)Will you save us from the time of trial?Will you deliver us from evil?Is the the kingdom, the power and the glory really yours?Now and forever more?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110650034733620714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110650034733620714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110650034733620714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110650034733620714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/01/are-you-our-father-in-heaven-what-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110617089667760040</id><published>2005-01-19T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T19:09:25.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE DEVIL'S BIBLE!Ladies and gentlemen, I have an important story to tell you. Gather 'round your computers and listen carefully to this tale. I promise you that your life will be changed forever.I was once a quasi-liberal postmodern Christian, so naturally I was excited when Zondervan released it's much anticipated TNIV Bible. I ordered a trial copy so I could see for myself what kind of new</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110617089667760040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110617089667760040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110617089667760040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110617089667760040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/01/devils-bible-ladies-and-gentlemen-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110612015166215497</id><published>2005-01-18T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T23:37:14.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OILED STEAKS SOLD HERE!Today was my first official day of classes. History of Art from the Ancient through the Middle Ages. And yes, my professor is Norwegian and completely insane - as if those weren't synonyms already. On the way home, I spotted an old restaurant on the side of the road. It was built way back in the day when all sinage was done in Neon for some reason. Their neon sign </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110612015166215497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110612015166215497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110612015166215497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110612015166215497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/01/oiled-steaks-sold-here-today-was-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110539827034221240</id><published>2005-01-17T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T15:25:12.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A VOICE IN MY DREAMS"All children will be your mother's children. All daughters will be your sister's daughters. All sons will be your brother's sons."What do you suppose it means?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110539827034221240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110539827034221240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110539827034221240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110539827034221240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/01/voice-in-my-dreams-all-children-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110576018784186809</id><published>2005-01-14T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T19:36:27.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AMAZINGLadies and gentlemen, I give you Titan:You're looking at ground that no human eye has ever seen. A land that has been forever beyond our grasp. There it is! It's ours to explore!Do you know what those squiggly lines are? They look like rivers. They look a lot like rivers. But what flows on a moon where the average temprature is -179C? Methane, perhaps? Who knows? Were going to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110576018784186809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110576018784186809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110576018784186809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110576018784186809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/01/amazing-ladies-and-gentlemen-i-give.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110574864708909123</id><published>2005-01-14T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T16:56:03.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE?"...love rather than almighty power is the primary perfection of God"-Pinnock, The Openness of God (114).Brad says that my thoughts on Theodicy resemble those of an Open Theist or perhaps even a Process Theologian. Personally, I'm more comfortable with Open Theism than with Process Theology (the latter being endorsed by the Claremont Schools). Granted, any of these </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110574864708909123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110574864708909123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110574864708909123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110574864708909123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/01/great-minds-think-alike.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110543750410093961</id><published>2005-01-14T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T16:06:26.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LIFE IS FRAGILEI went to school with this kid, although I can't say for sure that I remember him. It dosen't mention anything in the report, but I've heard that Eric was shot nine times. Four of those nine bullets apparently struck him in the head. I'm not a cop, but this seems a little overkill to me. I hope that there's a full investigation into the shooting.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110543750410093961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110543750410093961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110543750410093961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110543750410093961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/01/life-is-fragile-i-went-to-school-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110568862976944356</id><published>2005-01-13T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T23:43:49.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EXHAUSTEDSorry for being absent over the past few days. I just got back from Placerville, where my cousin sucessfully delivered her first baby. Little Madison and her mom are doing just fine, but I'm exhausted. Hopefully I be able to do a little lighter posting (lighter in both form and content) pretty soon.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110568862976944356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110568862976944356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110568862976944356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110568862976944356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/01/exhausted-sorry-for-being-absent-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110555161899612932</id><published>2005-01-12T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T09:40:18.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHOOPSOh, darn! But hey, whats a thousand dead GIs between friends? I mean, at least we gave it our best shot 'n everything.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110555161899612932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110555161899612932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110555161899612932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110555161899612932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/01/whoops-oh-darn-but-hey-whats-thousand.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110550396036808351</id><published>2005-01-11T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T20:26:06.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AN EXAMPLEThis is the kind of the monstrous theology that I'm currently struggling with, courtesy TitusOneNine:Their are two types of disasters in the world. The ones we directly create, and the ones typically called Acts of God. Romans I tells us that God is in control of both kinds, as he controls mens hearts. The truth is if God did not allow disasters to humble us we would just create </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110550396036808351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110550396036808351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110550396036808351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110550396036808351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/01/example-this-is-kind-of-monstrous.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110534608550238449</id><published>2005-01-11T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T04:57:34.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THEODICY (PART II continued below)Well, I suppose that you've all been wondering how Mr. Karl is mulling over God's involvement in the Tsunami disaster. You're all my friends and loyal readers, so I guess you all deserve some sort of an answer.Firstly, let me say that my thoughts and feelings are completely provisional. I'm a young man, so I think it would be surprising if my beliefs didn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110534608550238449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110534608550238449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110534608550238449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110534608550238449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/01/theodicy-part-ii-continued-below-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110505055105519909</id><published>2005-01-06T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T14:51:25.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FIRE RECONI took my grandma out today on her weekly shopping trip. As we pulled into the parking lot at WalMart, I noticed something rather strange. An RV parked towards the edge of the lot was smoking. I mean, black smoke was wafting up and out of the windows. I thought that this was kind of odd, so I drove a little closer to get a better look. I saw an elderly couple standing outside the RV, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110505055105519909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110505055105519909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110505055105519909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110505055105519909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/01/fire-recon-i-took-my-grandma-out-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110499524413701376</id><published>2005-01-05T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T23:07:24.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EVERY MAN'S BATTLEIt's true that I struggle with this terrible sin constantly. Thankfully, there is hope for me and people like me. If you're struggling with this depravity like I am, leave a message in the comment box and maybe we can start a support group or something.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110499524413701376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110499524413701376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110499524413701376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110499524413701376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/01/every-mans-battle-its-true-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110490917471170191</id><published>2005-01-04T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T23:12:54.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?10,000 Americans wounded in Iraq.According to this article, our wounding-to-death ratio is about 10:1 - which is a good thing, I suppose. It obviously has been much higher in previous conflicts where injuries were much more life-threatening.Still, I can't get over the fact that so many of our men and women have been injured or killed. I mean, 10,000 is a big number. A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110490917471170191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110490917471170191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110490917471170191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110490917471170191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/01/when-did-this-happen-10000-americans.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110480778516801826</id><published>2005-01-03T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T19:03:05.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UNBELIEVABLEWow. You'll never guess what happened to me today. Believe me, it was something really great.I had no idea that I was entitled to free tuition because my father is disabled. I think you can imagine my surprise when I learned that this was the case. I filled out the forms, copied the necessary documents and delivered them to the Financial Aid office today. Their response was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110480778516801826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110480778516801826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110480778516801826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110480778516801826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/01/unbelievable-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597895.post-110463559731785078</id><published>2005-01-01T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T19:15:07.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PSALM 151? I was small among my brothers,and the youngest in my fathers house;I tended my fathers sheep. &lt;!-- +b --&gt;   &lt;!--   --&gt;2 My hands made a harp;my fingers fashioned a lyre. &lt;!-- +b --&gt;    &lt;!--   --&gt;3 And who will tell my Lord?The Lord himself; it is he who hears. &lt;!-- +b --&gt;    &lt;!--   --&gt;4 It was he who sent his messengerand took me from my fathers sheep,and anointed me with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/feeds/110463559731785078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597895&amp;postID=110463559731785078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110463559731785078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597895/posts/default/110463559731785078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekarlshow.blogspot.com/2005/01/psalm-151-i-was-small-among-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Karl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16443993448327270505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
