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		<title>I&#8217;m going to hell, Part II</title>
		<description>The setting: A restaurant
The Cast:  
   Me
   My Brain
   My Wife (a.k.a Mrs. Spain)
   The Hostess

(*ahem*)

CARLTON AND HIS WIFE WALK INTO A RESTAURANT

Hostess: Hi. Welcome.  How many tonight?

My Brain: Holy shit!  She is smokin'.  Wow, she's hot.  ...</description>
		<link>http://www.swiftlives.com/?p=33</link>
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		<title>Yipe!</title>
		<description>While working out on Sunday, I noticed that someone had put a giant “X” on the ground with some tape.

Now the practical side of me knows this was done by some trainer as part of his sadistic attempt to create exercises that make his clients look like absolute blundering idiots. ...</description>
		<link>http://www.swiftlives.com/?p=32</link>
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		<title>Drowsy</title>
		<description>I pride myself in the fact that I rarely get sick.  Of course, the Law of Averages means that when I do get sick, I get knocked pretty much flat on my ass.

Like...oh...say...now.

Sunday, I decided it would be gobs of snotty fun to come down with a cold.  ...</description>
		<link>http://www.swiftlives.com/?p=30</link>
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		<title>Succumbing</title>
		<description>So I signed up for facebook.  I really didn't want to, but I did.  Networking might come in handy someday in the future.

Of course, I've spent the entire past few days uploading pictures and friending a bunch of folks and semi-acquaintances.  Pretty impressive for someone who swore ...</description>
		<link>http://www.swiftlives.com/?p=28</link>
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		<title>Sigh</title>
		<description>I don't get it.

This whole Web 2.0 thing.

I just don't get it.

Folks want me to Twitter.  But I just don't care what other people are doing...much less think for a moment they care what I'm doing.  Sure.  Maybe when I get my iPhone, I can start Twittering ...</description>
		<link>http://www.swiftlives.com/?p=27</link>
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		<title>Brain Dump</title>
		<description>I've been oddly mellow today.  Almost...too mellow.  It was actually hard for me to workout today.  I just couldn't get motivated.  The bitterness and sarcasm that usually drive me just weren't there.

While I do enjoy the occasional Mellow Moment, it does have its drawbacks.  Specifically, ...</description>
		<link>http://www.swiftlives.com/?p=26</link>
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		<title>One Line Movie Review&#8230;</title>
		<description>The Darjeeling Limited:
I can't tell whether or not Wes Anderson is a genius movie director, of if he just thinks he is.
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		<link>http://www.swiftlives.com/?p=25</link>
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		<title>About frakking time&#8230;.</title>
		<description>So, I got a job.

At some software company that has its own semi-pro soccer team.


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		<link>http://www.swiftlives.com/?p=23</link>
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		<title>one big happy</title>
		<description>Okay.

Not one big happy.  

More like a bunch of little happys.

For the past few weeks, I've been in a funk.  Not because of a big sad.  But rather just a bunch of really mild annoyances (i.e. the seemingly neverending and soul-sucking job search.)

Lots of little happies today. ...</description>
		<link>http://www.swiftlives.com/?p=21</link>
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		<title>dust &amp; bones</title>
		<description>Oh my gosh.

Cary Ann Heasrt totally waited on me today at lunch.

I don't get to meet celebs that often.  That's why I'm all giddy.


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		<link>http://www.swiftlives.com/?p=20</link>
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