<?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-4283241065290171543</id><updated>2012-01-31T22:51:35.621-05:00</updated><category term='moving'/><category term='i suck'/><category term='apartment huntin&apos;'/><category term='sweating the small stuff'/><category term='morons'/><category term='DakodaLove'/><category term='etc.'/><category term='Dad'/><category term='In The News'/><category term='THE END?'/><category term='gettin&apos; hitched'/><category term='dog'/><category term='st'/><category term='good times'/><category term='Screenplay Ideas'/><category term='why me'/><category term='wisdom'/><category term='food'/><category term='family'/><category term='zombie'/><category term='sports'/><category term='listststs'/><category term='mom'/><category term='dog fostering'/><category term='subway'/><category term='pop culture'/><category term='stand up'/><category term='dating'/><category term='writing'/><category term='Karate Class'/><category term='work'/><category term='growing up'/><title type='text'>Why Me?                       The Life and Times of Harris Bloom</title><subtitle type='html'>Don't Steal My Thunder</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>892</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-851012700982125130</id><published>2011-07-01T09:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T09:43:20.039-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE END?'/><title type='text'>The End?</title><content type='html'>As you can see, I haven't posted here in a while. The main reason is that I just don't have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do I have a day job, but I'm still doing &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.harrisbloom.com"&gt;stand-up comedy and writing&lt;/a&gt;, I have a six month old baby, two dogs, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.stewietotherescue.org"&gt;my own animal rescue&lt;/a&gt;, and, last but not least, a wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that isn't enough, I've started to become active in the animal rescue community, pushing for &lt;a href="http://www.shelterreform.org/"&gt;reform&lt;/a&gt; in the ongoing nightmare that is the NYC shelter system. You may've seen this video of me at an ACC (Animal Care and Control - They run the NYC shelters...into the ground, I may add)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFlQZ-f4iWY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFlQZ-f4iWY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm a lil angry at the current sitch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all for reading these posts. I may come back to this (who knows), but for now, if you wanna read what I'm up to, "friend" me on Facebook &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/harrisbloom"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, or visit the blog of my animal rescue &lt;a href="http://stewietotherescue.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, where I will be posting every few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris Bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stewietotherescue.org/"&gt;www.stewietotherescue.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.harrisbloom.com/"&gt;www.harrisbloom.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-851012700982125130?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/851012700982125130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=851012700982125130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/851012700982125130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/851012700982125130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2011/07/end.html' title='The End?'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-1336125793886385647</id><published>2010-04-21T15:20:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:28:14.481-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why me'/><title type='text'>Blue Man Group</title><content type='html'>A fellow comic wrote his e-mail list about some non-comedy related gig in Time Square that would pay $450 for four partial days of work. Due to a desire to make some easy, quick coin, I followed his link to sign up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the coin was quick, I wouldn't say it was easy (I shoulda been scared when the ad said, "We will supply the jumpsuit")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job was to, wearing the aforementioned jumpsuit (blue, with "Hyundai" splashed on it), "clean" Times Square. I put "clean" in quotes as we were given brooms, feather dusters, squeegies, and portable vacuums and were told to clean the air in groups of six. Basically, pretend we were cleaning. Thanksfully, I didn't run into anyone I knew, which is more than I can say for an acting teacher I was working with, who ran into a student of his (ouch!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try pretending to vacuum the air for five hours...not as much fun as you'd think. It gets old after about five minutes. Especially on the corners where the sun was beating down on us (We spent as much time on corners in the shade, waiting until the next group came by to kick us to the next one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cleaning it on one corner, we'd move onto the next, much to the amusement of passing tourists (less to the amusement of passing locals). My favorite responses from tourists were....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - While standing at a corner and pretending to dust the air, I smiled at an older Irish guy, also waiting. He looked at what I was doing and asked, "What are ya, &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - This guy asks me to keep doing what I was doing (brooming the air) while he called over his six or seven year old son. The father pointed at me and said, "This is what happens when you dont go to college."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;coulda&lt;/em&gt; explained to them that I did graduate college and make a decent living, and how I was only doing this to make extra cash for an apartment that my wife and I are saving up to buy (in the year 2037), but I figured, eh, let him have his life lesson. Actually, it woulda been great if I just told them, "Actually, I did go to college."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny he mentioned college though, as the job kinda made me think of my dad. He didn't go to college, and spent his life doing crappy jobs to provide for his family. I often think about what it must have been like for him, doing something I know he disliked for a living, but needed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one weekend, I walked in his shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464483360824423826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/S9W-qiL49ZI/AAAAAAAAAVw/wyvIQ83KYUo/s400/air2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464483358129101586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/S9W-qYJRmxI/AAAAAAAAAVo/K1SO9MrDcqo/s400/air.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-1336125793886385647?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/1336125793886385647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=1336125793886385647&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/1336125793886385647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/1336125793886385647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2010/04/blue-man-group.html' title='Blue Man Group'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/S9W-qiL49ZI/AAAAAAAAAVw/wyvIQ83KYUo/s72-c/air2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-8091087358052502885</id><published>2010-02-24T13:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T14:26:14.964-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DakodaLove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog fostering'/><title type='text'>Making A Difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/S4V4TkWDlMI/AAAAAAAAAVg/LgpRNEgMfoU/s1600-h/dakodalove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441888002316145858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/S4V4TkWDlMI/AAAAAAAAAVg/LgpRNEgMfoU/s400/dakodalove.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna keep this short. I've decided to follow a passion of mine by joining the Board of Directors of DakodaLove Pet Project (Inc. pending). I will also be Treasurer (God help us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DakodaLove specializes in pit bulls and other "bully breeds," not because we want to, but because we have to. Hundreds are killed daily at animal shelters in the tri-state area due to over-breeding (we know why) and misinformation (google "the nanny dog"). We will rest when that number is zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any interest in our mission, please join our fan page on Facebook &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/DakodaLove/354401180566?ref=ts"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our website will be operational in the coming weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first fundraiser will be at &lt;a href="http://www.tommystavern.com/"&gt;Tommy's Tavern &lt;/a&gt;on March 20th, for an evening of punk/alt bands (cover is ten bucks, with all proceeds going to DakodaLove). Alas, I have a gig that night and won't be able to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next fundraiser will be a comedy night at &lt;a href="http://gothamcomedyclub.com/"&gt;Gotham Comedy Club &lt;/a&gt;on April 12th at 8 PM. We will feature comics you've seen on Comedy Central, NBC, MTV, PBS (you get the idea). I will be emceeing the event, which will cost twenty-five bucks (with a two-drink minimum).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope some of you can join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-8091087358052502885?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/8091087358052502885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=8091087358052502885&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/8091087358052502885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/8091087358052502885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2010/02/making-difference.html' title='Making A Difference'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/S4V4TkWDlMI/AAAAAAAAAVg/LgpRNEgMfoU/s72-c/dakodalove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-1410474772130201073</id><published>2010-02-16T11:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T12:23:53.757-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><title type='text'>Best. Trivia. Ending. Ever.</title><content type='html'>So, at long last, &lt;a href="http://http//1001thingsnottodobeforeyoudie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Austin&lt;/a&gt;, the dude who runs (or, at least, used to run) our favorite trivia night in a bar (as opposed to , I suppose, in a barn), started a new one (the bar closed...&lt;a href="http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-free-show-in-nyc-hosted-by-moi.html"&gt;RIP Conker Hill&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie, myself and the rest of our 5 person team made it to the bar in spite of cold temps and the threat of (more) snow. Not many others did. In fact, so few people were in attendance that we decided to split up our all-star squad to make it interesting. The two men vs. the three women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As at Conker, the best team name won a round of shots. Out of the goodness of our hearts, we gave the women the team name that Vic came up with when we thought we were gonna be one team -&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Kevin Smith's Next Movie? MallFats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we only did so as I thought of one that I knew that Austin would prefer - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Days Till Pitchers and Catchers And The Mets Are Already Mathematically Eliminated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - thereby winning us the round of shots (we gallantly made sure the ladies got one too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not unexpectedly, after the first three rounds we were dead even, well ahead of the other two or three teams that were playing. The fourth round was "Fashion" and again, not unexpectedly, we fell behind by two points. Uh oh. After losing to the women a few weeks ago at drinking, I knew I was in for it if we lost this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth round was "Stuff You Should Know" (no, it wasn't about an Alanis Morrisette breakup). Just crap we "should" know, like how many licks did the owl take to get to the center of a tootsie pop (three).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, we were down to the last question. Now, we don't know how we're doing until the answers are read after we turn in our answer sheets after each ten question round, but doing the math later, the men were down by three points going into the last question. Impossible, right? Wrong... The question was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Six Point Bonus Question - Name the six teams in the NL Central."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing that, I laughed for a good minute and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-1410474772130201073?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/1410474772130201073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=1410474772130201073&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/1410474772130201073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/1410474772130201073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2010/02/best-trivia-ending-ever.html' title='Best. Trivia. Ending. Ever.'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-6529672492888866566</id><published>2010-02-10T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T13:47:59.531-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog fostering'/><title type='text'>If You Think He Looked Scary Before...</title><content type='html'>When I'm walking Kilo, I get all kinds of reactions, from people asking me if he's a pit bull to people literally crossing the street to avoid him (at least I &lt;em&gt;assume&lt;/em&gt; it's him they're avoiding...hmmm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kilo got into a little tussle at the dog run yesterday, leaving some with some bloody bite marks on his face.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to know what people were thinking while I was taking him home, a pit bull with dried blood around his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** It was the first fight he'd been in in the seven months I've had him. My lil terrier used to get into one a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-6529672492888866566?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/6529672492888866566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=6529672492888866566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6529672492888866566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6529672492888866566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-you-think-he-looked-scary-before.html' title='If You Think He Looked Scary Before...'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-240989129720760015</id><published>2010-02-08T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T14:38:25.568-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop culture'/><title type='text'>Baaaaaaa!!!</title><content type='html'>If you didn't already know that people are sheep, last week was apparently "Doppleganger Week" at Facebook, where you were sposed to put up a pic of someone you think you look like (If I did it, it woulda been a pic of this dude I saw sitting at a table in Artie's Deli a few weeks ago - it was uncanny...seriously).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I reminded (again) how people are sheep watching the Syracuse/Cincinnati college basketball game yesterday. Whenever the camera panned through the crowd, the Cincinnati student section all mugged by yelling at the camera while sticking their index finger in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're number one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-240989129720760015?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/240989129720760015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=240989129720760015&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/240989129720760015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/240989129720760015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2010/02/baaaaaaa.html' title='Baaaaaaa!!!'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-6729649184464778345</id><published>2010-02-07T00:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T00:13:06.833-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc.'/><title type='text'>Someone's Pretty Serious About The Super Bowl</title><content type='html'>Leaving work on Friday, I shared an elevator down with a co-worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are your weekend plans?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I gotta show tonight and tomorrow night, and just watching the Super Bowl Sunday. How about you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Same thing...except for the shows."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sooooo, you're watching the Super Bowl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," he replied, and then, looking at watch, added, "I have 49 hours to get ready."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-6729649184464778345?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/6729649184464778345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=6729649184464778345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6729649184464778345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6729649184464778345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2010/02/someones-pretty-serious-about-super.html' title='Someone&apos;s Pretty Serious About The Super Bowl'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-2413962882004745917</id><published>2010-02-05T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T14:59:02.116-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i suck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweating the small stuff'/><title type='text'>I May Be Slightly Neurotic</title><content type='html'>At the gym today, I bench-pressed ten pounds less than I normally can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thought? I have a cancerous tumor that is beginning to sap my strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-2413962882004745917?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/2413962882004745917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=2413962882004745917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/2413962882004745917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/2413962882004745917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-may-be-slightly-neurotic.html' title='I May Be &lt;em&gt;Slightly&lt;/em&gt; Neurotic'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-6329499015454768182</id><published>2010-01-25T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:50:26.398-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc.'/><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>I saw an ad recently for this doctor offering 20% off that Lasic eye surgery. Not sure I even want a to be able to use a coupon for eye surgery. Certain things you really don't wanna look for a bargain. Eye surgery being one...sushi would be another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-6329499015454768182?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/6329499015454768182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=6329499015454768182&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6329499015454768182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6329499015454768182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2010/01/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-4444448006581121247</id><published>2010-01-19T14:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T14:44:37.668-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweating the small stuff'/><title type='text'>21</title><content type='html'>I went with the Mrs. and some friends to The Borgata this weekend. I only play blackjack (video blackjack if I'm gettin' killed, as you can play for less).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm smart enough to know that no matter how poorly the other people at your table play, your own odds aren't affected (I actually find it odd how many really smart people think it does affect your own odds). However, I am easily annoyed, and like most, very annoyed when someone doesn't play the "right" way. Though again, I don't even know why it annoys me as I know it has no bearing on how I am going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was, sitting next to two crew-cutted twenty-something's, who were hitting on 15 when the dealer was showing 4, sticking on 15 when the dealer had a 9, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gettin' more and more pissed off (as were the other people at the table, judging by their head-shaking and death glares).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the crew-cuts asked me what I did for a living. I told him and then, asked him what he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a fighter pilot, about to be deployed to Iraq."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next minute or so, I felt really bad about silently cursing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when he hit on 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-4444448006581121247?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/4444448006581121247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=4444448006581121247&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/4444448006581121247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/4444448006581121247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2010/01/21.html' title='21'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-5103090380944424568</id><published>2010-01-11T18:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T18:35:57.570-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop culture'/><title type='text'>Is Mark McGwire Kidding?!?</title><content type='html'>If you haven't heard, Mark McGwire finally admitted taking steroids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he famously refused to answer questions during Congressional hearings about steroids because he was protecting his family (he didn't have immunity btw).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he came clean now because he just got hired as hitting coach for the St. Louis Cards, and didn't want to become a distraction to the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically, he kept quiet AND came clean to for others' sake. Is he a great guy or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his interview he claimed they helped him with injury but didn't affect his power numbers. I dont have them in front of me, but I'd be willing to bet that his numbers from 1989 to 1993 paled in comparison to the period from 1994 to 2000 (or whenever he retired).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also talk about whether his admission will help his chances of getting into the Hall of Fame (He was named on 23 percent of the ballots last time...you need 75% for inclusion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should his chances be higher because he admitted to cheating (which everyone with half a brain suspected all along)? We should reward him for cheating because he decided to be honest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-5103090380944424568?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/5103090380944424568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=5103090380944424568&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/5103090380944424568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/5103090380944424568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-mark-mcgwire-kidding.html' title='Is Mark McGwire Kidding?!?'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-6457817004916319031</id><published>2010-01-08T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T14:58:17.919-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><title type='text'>Yes, Another (Short) Dog Related Post</title><content type='html'>Dog owners all compare our dogs to people, but the fact is, there are some good attributes in people that we wouldn’t even want in our dogs, like spontaneity, cause if your dog does something spontaneous, it’s never good. It’s never gonna be..I came home from work and found Kilo waiting for me by the door with homemade cookies…it’s more like I watching TV when out of nowhere, Kilo took a crap on the rug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-6457817004916319031?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/6457817004916319031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=6457817004916319031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6457817004916319031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6457817004916319031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2010/01/yes-another-short-dog-related-post.html' title='Yes, Another (Short) Dog Related Post'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-7465763931324537444</id><published>2010-01-07T13:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T13:38:56.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Late Post</title><content type='html'>I volunteered to help Josie and her organization at their annual Christmas Party* for disadvantaged families. It's a great event where lower-income families get a holiday dinner (some cooked by Josie's parents!), toys for the kids, and even caricatures drawn by local artists who donated their time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda odd to see the police parked in one corner taking pictures of the kids. Why, you ask? So if they are kidnapped, they'd have a picture immediately to go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That must be an interesting conversation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Okay kids, now that you've gotten your cotton candy and your picture taken with Spiderman, let's go take another picture before we open your gifts!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yay! What's this picture for?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This one's in case someone steals you from mommy so the police have some way of tracking you down!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kids start crying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After helping to sort the gifts and putting up the Christmas tree, I worked the buffet line. Usually, that would mean me eating, but no, in the spirit of the holiday, I spooned out food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When dessert was about over, one person came up to my wife, pointed at something, and asked, "Is that pumpkin pie?"&lt;br /&gt;Josie looked at it and replied, "No, that's a piece of wood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents say the darndest things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There were no white people there so I'll go out on a limb and say none were Jewish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-7465763931324537444?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/7465763931324537444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=7465763931324537444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/7465763931324537444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/7465763931324537444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2010/01/very-late-post.html' title='Very Late Post'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-5110385107012472391</id><published>2009-12-16T10:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:38:08.470-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweating the small stuff'/><title type='text'>Off The Deep End?</title><content type='html'>My love of dogs is well documented. I much rather hang with them than the vast majority of people, and I think that anyone who kills a dog should get the same punishment as someone who kills a human. And I'm not even kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it may not surprise you that the other day, when it was pouring, and I saw two dogs chained to a post outside a convenience store, howling for the owner, I felt the need to stop and share my umbrella with them. The only part I'm embarrassed to admit, is that I did hesitate before stopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, the dogs looked at me curiously, while wagging their tails. I didn't want to pet them as I didn't know how they took to strangers (especially those with umbrella weapons). Eventually, their attention returned to the door of the convenience store and started howling again. And I just stood there, thinking people who passed by musta been wondering, "Why doesn't he tell his dogs to shut up already?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wondered what the owner was gonna say, and what I was gonna say to him. To be honest, even I would feel like a bit of an idiot telling him/her that I felt bad for your dogs getting wet. So, I needed something else to say. I figured I'd say, "I was waiting for my wife anyway," while nodding towards the store, so I thought I'd keep these lil guys dry" The only problem with that is I'd be stuck waiting till the guy was out of sight or he'd see my explanation was some sort of ruse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still thinking what to say when the guy came out. He looked at me for a second, then unchained his dogs from the post, and walked away. Not even a "thank you" for being a man-servant for his dogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I hate people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-5110385107012472391?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/5110385107012472391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=5110385107012472391&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/5110385107012472391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/5110385107012472391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/12/off-deep-end.html' title='Off The Deep End?'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-4447187329113028915</id><published>2009-12-04T12:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:52:33.076-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>I Assume He Vacationed in Panama</title><content type='html'>Josie recently informed me that she used to work with someone named Dan Halen. Predictably, every time he asked her a question about anything, she would reply, "Ya might as well Jump."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part is that she tells me he didn't have any type of sense of humor about his name. She was even kind enough to tell him that if he referred to himself as "Daniel," no one would make fun, but, of course, he refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best name I've heard since &lt;a href="http://intelius.yellowbook.com/results.php?ReportType=34&amp;amp;refer=2464&amp;amp;adword=RP&amp;amp;qar=off&amp;amp;qc=Ormond+Beach&amp;amp;qdma=off&amp;amp;qf=Fred&amp;amp;qi=0&amp;amp;qk=6&amp;amp;qn=Zeppelin&amp;amp;qs=FL"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt; (I'll bet he was smart enuf to go by Frederick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-4447187329113028915?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/4447187329113028915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=4447187329113028915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/4447187329113028915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/4447187329113028915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-assume-he-vacationed-in-panama.html' title='I Assume He Vacationed in Panama'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-5638251877767865729</id><published>2009-12-03T11:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T10:52:59.336-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stand up'/><title type='text'>I'm Like Simon Cowell, But From Queens</title><content type='html'>I answered an ad to appear on a public access show called "Are You A Star Or Just Bizarre?" - it was billed as public access's answer to American Idol. If that's the answer, I think they need to throw out the question (as my sixth grade teacher used to do with test questions if everyone answered incorrectly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since they already had enough comics for the weekly competition, the producer asked me to be a guest judge. &lt;em&gt;Cool&lt;/em&gt;, thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I got to the studio, I had second thoughts... &lt;em&gt;What if I knew the comics I was judging? I'm kinda known for being brutally honest....How honest was I gonna be? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had third thoughts (similar to my second thoughts) when I was in the waiting room and saw a middle-aged guy wearing an unbuttoned flannel shirt walk through as if this was his living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw the list of comics performing. &lt;em&gt;Shit!&lt;/em&gt; I knew a few of them. What to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as the show is broadcast live on Time Warner Channel 56, they started exactly at 11 PM. The studio audience consisted of comics performing, and a few people who look like they needed a warm place to sit for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The host introduced me as a "successful comedian." I later found out my name was written on screen as "Harris Bloon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done some shows with the first comic. I was hoping he'd do okay as it woulda been awkward to criticize him and then travel with him for two hours for a show. He did a decent enough job...I was able to praise his efforts. &lt;em&gt;Phew!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next two comics were horror shows. Both black, one actually combined impressions of Tony Montana, Forrest Gump and Ray Charles in one joke. All that was missing was him saying "I'll be back!" like Arnold Schwarzenegger, which is &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; what he said when one of the judges said he'd like to see him again. The other wore a fur coat and fur hat combo that Snoop Dogg woulda found ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have to re-watch the episode to see what I exactly said to these guys but a few quotes (paraphrased)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've heard versions of your magnum condoms and bad breath jokes, but I've never seen a version of that coat and hat!"&lt;br /&gt;"I've seen hundreds of comics do Michael Jackson jokes. I'm hoping that with his passing, so will the jokes."&lt;br /&gt;"I think it's funny that you say 'f**k the kids' on TV, but instead of 'dick,' you said 'wee wee.'" (1)&lt;br /&gt;"Those impressions have been done over and over again. You need to do others. And your Ray Charles impression was god-awful - you made him look and mentally handicapped (Okay, I didn't say that...just thought it.)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is that I said these things after the other judges spoke, and they all &lt;strong&gt;loved&lt;/strong&gt; the acts. I was basically the bitchy British judge on the panel, but from Queens, NY. I need to start drinking out of an oversized Coke cup, as a friend said. I think some of my comments even got booed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the show, I texted with friends and Josie, who were watching. Some of the tests received...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"watching this is painful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"this is beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you should go on tour with the guy wearing the fur coat/hat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i really wanna kill the guy off-camera who introduced the host."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i wanna kill the douche to your right" (same guy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"this station is a little staticky"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ouch!" (after my commentary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, they allowed another guy to get up and tell a joke. I say "guy" since I'm pretty sure he wasn't a comic. His stutter was so pronounced he couldn't get one joke out before the host interrupted him to declare a winner. (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner was...a TIE between my two least favorite comics - I was outvoted. Exactly what I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, Josie's first words to me were, "You are so mean!" which kinda relieved me, as I was worried that I came off as too nice. (3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had a great time, prolly cause it's a chance to tell people what I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; think of their comedy, instead of just doing what we all do, tell everyone how &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt; (I've come to really hate that word) they are and talk behind their backs. (4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be on the show again. Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock On,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) - After the comic said, "F**k the kids!" you can hear me ask, "Are we still on the air?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) - His joke started with, "I saw this girl walking, she had such a badonkidonk butt, I wanted to climb in..." - I didn't get a chance to critique him, but I woulda said, "I recommend staying away from words like 'badonkidonk.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Video to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) I actually don't do that. I mean, I do talk behind other comics' backs (I don't trust any comic who doesn't), but I don't tell everyone how amazing they are...even if they are amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-5638251877767865729?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/5638251877767865729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=5638251877767865729&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/5638251877767865729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/5638251877767865729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-soooo-mean.html' title='I&apos;m Like Simon Cowell, But From Queens'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-4649705838170696148</id><published>2009-12-01T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T10:27:03.137-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i suck'/><title type='text'>It's Not Us...It's Me</title><content type='html'>I was at a storytelling event last week with Josie when I ran into an old friend. It was crowded and he was on the way to the restroom, so when he asked me what's new, I quickly responded, "Not much, you know, doing the stand-up thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was gone from view, Josie turned to me, "You do know that you got married a year ago, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-4649705838170696148?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/4649705838170696148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=4649705838170696148&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/4649705838170696148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/4649705838170696148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-not-usits-me.html' title='It&apos;s Not Us...It&apos;s Me'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-1574571940992271358</id><published>2009-11-30T10:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T10:46:05.938-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop culture'/><title type='text'>Lotta Questions...No Answers</title><content type='html'>I was watching some show on the TLC channel (which, by the way, they should rename the "Thank God This Isn't You Network") when they went to commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One commercial was for &lt;em&gt;Jon and Kate plus 8&lt;/em&gt;, another was for &lt;em&gt;Table for 1&lt;/em&gt;2 (about a couple with 12 kids) and yet another for &lt;em&gt;18 And Counting&lt;/em&gt; (about a couple with 18 kids!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my question is - why does anyone watch the one with 8 kids (or even 12) if there's one with 18 kids? I assume people watch to see how these couples deal with all the kids, so wouldn't it make sense that they'd wanna watch the one with the most difficult job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda reminds me of buying bread in the supermarket. They have loaves of 8-grain bread next to 12-grain bread next to 15-grain bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would anyone buy the 8 grain bread? How long will it be till there's a 20 grain bread? Then again, are there 20 grains?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-1574571940992271358?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/1574571940992271358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=1574571940992271358&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/1574571940992271358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/1574571940992271358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/11/lotta-questionsno-answers.html' title='Lotta Questions...No Answers'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-4385551372619069475</id><published>2009-11-29T12:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T12:24:33.036-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why me'/><title type='text'>A Harris Bloom Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>When we went around the table to say what we're thankful for, my mom asked, "Can I say what I'm sad about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good grief Harris Bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-4385551372619069475?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/4385551372619069475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=4385551372619069475&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/4385551372619069475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/4385551372619069475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/11/harris-bloom-thanksgiving.html' title='A Harris Bloom Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-5291124222486255511</id><published>2009-11-25T14:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T14:16:23.376-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stand up'/><title type='text'>Killing And Dying In Comedy</title><content type='html'>I've been working with the &lt;a href="http://nyhystericalsociety.com/"&gt;The New York Hysterical Society&lt;/a&gt;, doing mainly Jewish temple shows (btw - if any of my loyal, or not so loyal, readers would like us to organize a comedy night fundraiser for you, contact me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did one on Saturday night. I think the average age of the audience was about 95. I did well enough (you really don't wanna "kill" with this audience...you may actually kill) but I woulda done better if I had jokes with Barnaby Jones references, or better yet, Milton Berle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, a woman told me that she thought several of my jokes were "precious." I'm assuming that means good, in 1930-speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually did one several weeks ago where I (surprisingly) did very well, but I can't say the same for the MC. It was so quiet during his set, it had the feel of a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shiva_(Judaism)"&gt;shiva&lt;/a&gt; call... I sat in the back mourning him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-5291124222486255511?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/5291124222486255511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=5291124222486255511&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/5291124222486255511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/5291124222486255511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/11/killing-and-dying-in-comedy.html' title='Killing And Dying In Comedy'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-8171422180400158251</id><published>2009-11-24T19:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T19:45:51.686-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc.'/><title type='text'>Deep Fried Turducken</title><content type='html'>Right now, the number one search on Yahoo is "deep fried turkucken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that's cause that's what the pilgrims ate at the first Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-8171422180400158251?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/8171422180400158251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=8171422180400158251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/8171422180400158251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/8171422180400158251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/11/deep-fried-turducken.html' title='Deep Fried Turducken'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-6781737609996346535</id><published>2009-11-20T10:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:49:10.808-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><title type='text'>Harris Goes To College</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, I graduated from Queens College, living at home the entire time. Not going away to school is one of my big regrets (becoming a Jets fan is another). My, wife, Josie, has decided to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is next week, and in honor of it, Josie is throwing me a "Harris Goes To College" pub crawl in Hell's Kitchen. I will be drinking till I puke. As I am not much of a drinker and the crawl starts at 6 PM, I expect that to be around 7:30. I am prepared for my frat-boy experience by reading tucker max, playing hackey sack in shorts and stocking up on roofies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One problem will be that my sweet tooth extends to drinks. I can't tell you how many times I have ordered drinks for Josie and I, and when the waiter brings them, I had to give her the Guinness and take my Appletini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with that is sweet drinks make for a bad hangover (and I have to help a friend move the next day, followed by a show for 50 elderly Jews later...oy!) I can't drink beer cause, well, I don't really like it (I think someone is bringing a funnel but I think that's gonna be left unused).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan is to drink margaritas, but not just any margaritas, as my friend, and drinking guru, Doug Adler told me I have to only get them made with 100% agave tequila, whatever that is...He said I should ask for "silver margaritas." Yes, the mix will prolly give me the hangover, but the good alcohol will lessen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I may just funnel Appletinis all night. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The review, tomorrow (Or more likely Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-6781737609996346535?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/6781737609996346535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=6781737609996346535&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6781737609996346535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6781737609996346535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/11/harris-goes-to-college.html' title='Harris Goes To College'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-1594259406602869609</id><published>2009-11-05T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:21:50.503-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>The World Series</title><content type='html'>People asked me who I was rooting for since, as a Mets fan, the Yanks and Phils are both our arch-enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I responded, "Just like in Rocky 5, I was rooting for the end."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-1594259406602869609?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/1594259406602869609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=1594259406602869609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/1594259406602869609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/1594259406602869609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/11/world-series.html' title='The World Series'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-277571691967635145</id><published>2009-11-04T09:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:49:27.129-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog fostering'/><title type='text'>Putting A Happy Face On</title><content type='html'>I love how animal rescue sites try to warn you about adoptable dogs' poor behavior by making it appealing - I saw one this morning that read, &lt;em&gt;"...and Cody will love to decorate your house with toilet paper any chance she gets!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wrote one for Kilo, here would be some tidbits.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kilo is so athletic, he will jump right up to your nose and bite it! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kilo is good at whimpering or crying when he wants or needs something, which is all the time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kilo is great on the leash, assuming you consider lunging at other dogs great!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kilo is so full of love and affection that he will continue to jump on you, no matter how many times you yell, "No!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kilo is so smart, he'll figure out how to get into your garbage can, eat the contents, and then throw up everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Harris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw - these are jokes about Kilo, he's a great dog, and he's never thrown up...at least not after getting into the garbage, which he has done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-277571691967635145?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/277571691967635145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=277571691967635145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/277571691967635145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/277571691967635145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/11/putting-happy-face-on.html' title='Putting A Happy Face On'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-2169631604067492010</id><published>2009-11-02T11:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T11:45:33.606-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc.'/><title type='text'>Bill Simmons ("The Sports Guy") Is An Idiot</title><content type='html'>This isn't gonna be about his deficiencies as a writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I mean, &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;, he uses the same lines time and time again, and &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;, it is ridiculous how he &lt;strong&gt;STILL&lt;/strong&gt; uses &lt;em&gt;Shawshank, The Karate Kid&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Rocky&lt;/em&gt; movies to underscore his points. Also, his increased popularity, coinciding with his move to L.A. has changed his point of view, from "man of the people" to "check me out, hanging with Jimmy (that's Mr. Kimmel to you) while watching all ten games on my sweet plasma screen setup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also got kinda screwed by the fact that his Boston teams became good, and with that often comes mass hatred (pun intended) - I don't think he handles that well, incorporating an "eff you" bent to his columns, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about his lack of knowledge of gambling, something he professes to know a lot about, and continually makes the same wrong point, as he did in his &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=simmonsnflpicks/091031"&gt;latest column &lt;/a&gt;when he wrote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I tried to determine a science for picking games in the first few weeks. Bookies are terrified of that stretch for this reason: There's no ironclad way to distinguish good teams from the bad teams yet."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem is with his declaration that "bookies are terrified."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bookies don't set the lines. We do. All bookies care about is making sure that half the money goes to each team...that way they make coin no matter who covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A team like Dallas, which has a huge national following, gets a few points it's way just because it has so many fans who bet on them (bookies try to get gamblers to bet on their opposition). It has nothing to do with bookies liking Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, every time he writes that I feel like getting The Sisters to pay him a visit. Or Byron Hadley. Or at least sweeping his leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-2169631604067492010?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/2169631604067492010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=2169631604067492010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/2169631604067492010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/2169631604067492010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/11/bill-simmons-sports-guy-is-idiot.html' title='Bill Simmons (&quot;The Sports Guy&quot;) Is An Idiot'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-7278519074315319624</id><published>2009-10-30T14:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T14:32:18.810-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc.'/><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>Why is David Spade &lt;a href="http://tv.yahoo.com/news/article/tv.accesshollywood.com/david-spade-defends-new-chris-farley-commercial-its-clever-homage-20091029"&gt;catching flak about his ad &lt;/a&gt;with the late Chris Farley? I don't recall anyone saying songs where &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unforgettable_(song)"&gt;dead people are singing&lt;/a&gt; to be in poor taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-7278519074315319624?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/7278519074315319624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=7278519074315319624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/7278519074315319624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/7278519074315319624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/10/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-8319544582071059834</id><published>2009-10-28T11:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T11:58:00.548-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i suck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><title type='text'>Rock and Roll All Night</title><content type='html'>Growing up, I wanted to join The Kiss Army but was rejected due to my asthma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-8319544582071059834?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/8319544582071059834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=8319544582071059834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/8319544582071059834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/8319544582071059834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/10/rock-and-roll-all-night.html' title='Rock and Roll All Night'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-3435339628523373063</id><published>2009-10-28T09:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T11:40:08.835-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stand up'/><title type='text'>The State Of Comedy (I Need Somebody to Shove)</title><content type='html'>I was recently in two contests in Connecticut recently where I was pitted against 30 and 23 other comics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first contest, unlike myself, they were all from Connecticut (I got in since I had done shows at this club).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it past the first round, which isn't saying a lot if you saw most of these other comics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it past the second round though I was lil worried as, even though I was the best pure comic on the show, the crowd wasn't all that into me (of course that brings up the question as how can I be the best if I didn't get the most laughs...see the next sentence to see how I justify it). They preferred really hacky jokes about sex and stereotypes. I was still confident as this contest was not decided by audience laughter, but by actual judges. They wouldn't be swayed by the audience, who were cracking up at jokes so bad, I rarely even hear them at open mic nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got eliminated in the third round. Just to give you an example of what I was up against, the guy who probably got the best crowd reaction had jokes like, "I got stopped by a Chinese cop...I had never seen a Chinese cop before so I rolled down the window and said, 'I'll take pork friend rice and dumplings.'" He then added, "So, I'm in jail."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This same comic got an applause break when asking why women look back when they are having sex doggystyle. "Is it because they want to make sure you're still there (laughs), or because they can't feel it so they want to make sure it's still in? (hysterics)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I lost to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second contest was worse. Without boring you with details, I made it past the first round but couldn't beat a few comics who were worse than most NY open micers in the next round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I was burning. I was actually too shocked to be angry. I stood around assuming this had to be some sort of joke, then, upon realizing the joke was on me, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tx_ZU-qRD1Q"&gt;I wondered if everyone was taking crazy pills.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the anger. But who to be angry at? I can't be angry at the comics...they hear laughs so they have no reason to change. They are also getting approval from the judges. I can't even blame the judges. These weren't industry vets, they were hosts of morning shows and comedy websites (which, by and large, suck). So who to blame? Can I blame the audience for laughing?&lt;br /&gt;No, they're just laughing at what they find funny. I can't blame the booker either...he's giving the audience what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who can I blame? No one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and that's what sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-3435339628523373063?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/3435339628523373063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=3435339628523373063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/3435339628523373063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/3435339628523373063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/10/state-of-comedy-i-need-somebody-to.html' title='The State Of Comedy (I Need Somebody to Shove)'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-6861124208189427933</id><published>2009-10-26T12:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:02:38.813-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i suck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stand up'/><title type='text'>So, Whatcha Readin'?</title><content type='html'>I had a gig a few weeks ago where I took a train out of the city with another comic who was on the show. A comic that I disliked, and had no interest in talking to for a two-hour train ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I'll bring a book, and when we sit down, I'll immediately open it," I had told Josie. Thinking about it, I continued, "Is that really rude?"&lt;br /&gt;"Um, yes!"&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided not to bring the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of the show, the other comic greeted me at the train station. We picked out our seats. As soon as we sat down, he took out a book."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-6861124208189427933?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/6861124208189427933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=6861124208189427933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6861124208189427933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6861124208189427933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-whatcha-readin.html' title='So, Whatcha Readin&apos;?'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-1093568306060263693</id><published>2009-10-26T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:34:56.030-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In The News'/><title type='text'>Settling</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, while playing the Oakland Raiders, Jets QB Mark Sanchez was caught on the sidelines &lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/nfl/blog/shutdown_corner/post/Oakland-hot-dogs-get-a-big-time-endorsement-from?urn=nfl,198197"&gt;eating a hot dog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked why he did it, Sanchez replied, "I couldn't find the fondue guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-1093568306060263693?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/1093568306060263693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=1093568306060263693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/1093568306060263693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/1093568306060263693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/10/settling.html' title='Settling'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-2374097942745855797</id><published>2009-10-08T10:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T10:47:00.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day On The Subway</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't live in NY, our subway system is in one way awesome (cheap way to get around), but also infuriating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do trains often run late, but it's pretty dirty down there and you have to deal with large amounts of people in a small space. And by and large, people suck (sorry if you're a person). Case in point, the person I saw having an argument yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact is, we all think we're right when we get into arguments, but I really wonder what this one dude told his friends after his encounter. I'm guessing it was like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You wouldn't believe this - So i'm on the subway, me and my bike...and we're taking up four seats....me one, the bike three, you know – I mean, it’s a mountain bike, right? And this old woman gets on asking me to move my bike... unbelievable, right? So, I just say, where do you want me to put it? She’s got nothing, it was beautiful… This dude takes her side, saying I’m being rude…I’M being rude! He's interrupting a private convo and I'M the rude one! Besides, my bike was there first. I mean, sure, she had a cane and all, but still."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-2374097942745855797?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/2374097942745855797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=2374097942745855797&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/2374097942745855797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/2374097942745855797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-day-on-subway.html' title='Another Day On The Subway'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-1468945284410369535</id><published>2009-10-07T10:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T10:11:37.246-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stand up'/><title type='text'>I Answer Fan Mail</title><content type='html'>Dear Mr. Balls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may recall, I was the emcee of the stand-up comedy show you recently attended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I'd like to thank you for filling out the comment card as I requested during the show. Not many people do, and we really do appreciate your thoughts. However, I have a few questions regarding your comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When asked for your name, you wrote "Suck my Balls." I guess I'm more curious than anything as I've never heard of anyone with that name. Is it of Native American origin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. For Day Phone, you wrote "None of your business!" which at first glance, I thought was a witty double &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;entendre&lt;/span&gt;...I even chuckled. But then I saw....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Under Evening Phone, you wrote "Same As Above." Though we understand and appreciate your desire to keep your anonymity in today's crazy world, I assure you, our intentions are purely honorable as we merely want to supply you with free tickets to an upcoming show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You listed "&lt;a href="http://eatrmeraw.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eatmeraw&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;" as your e-mail address. Obviously, a miscue on your part as surely you know that's a website (which is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-registered by the way). We did try to contact you via &lt;a href="mailto:eatmeraw@yahoo.com"&gt;eatmeraw@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;, but it came back as undeliverable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When asked, "What show did you see?" - You wrote "The shitty ass show." I can sort of understand this answer as the show you attended didn't have an actual name or theme, so you chose to refer to it by one of the comics' longish bits. We took the liberty of adding the day of the week, which you neglected to check off (Otherwise, it would get confusing as several of our roster of comics have bits about their bowels).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Under "How did you hear about this club," you wrote "You're mama."  If you meant the mother of the club owner, then I'm afraid someone sold you a bill of goods (weird saying, no?) as the owner's mother passed away several years ago. Also, you wrote "you're" when you meant "your" - not a big deal as I'm not a sticker for grammar, but that just so happens to be a pet peeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ironically, you left blank the "On a scale of 1-10, how would you rate the show?" question. We consider this the most important question on the card as we are dedicated to bringing you the finest in comedic entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, seriously, did you enjoy the show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris Bloom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-1468945284410369535?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/1468945284410369535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=1468945284410369535&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/1468945284410369535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/1468945284410369535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-answer-fan-mail.html' title='I Answer Fan Mail'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-6957265092976443536</id><published>2009-10-06T11:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:22:47.000-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i suck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweating the small stuff'/><title type='text'>Cutting Off My Nose</title><content type='html'>Last week, I went to my favorite empanada restaurant for take out. It's really loud in there and wasn't sure the waitress heard me correctly. Sure enough, when I looked at my receipt, she had charged me for four beef empanadas and not four chicken ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told her of her miscue, she said, "I'll change it but you told me beef."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; I didn't say beef. Though I normally do order beef, I was ordering for me and my wife and decided to go the healthier chicken route with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guess is when I said "four baked chicken empanadas," she heard "beef" instead of "baked." (Though you'd think she'd have asked what are beef chicken emps?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not sure if I was angry cause they keep it so loud that I'm not shocked that these mistakes occur or cause the mistake was a small one and the waitress should've just employed the "Customer is always right" rule, but I wanted to I got indignant and decided to win the argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; I said chicken. I haven't eaten meat in over twenty years!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba-Daooowww!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I win!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, now every time I go there, I have to see if she's there before ordering my usual beef empanadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-6957265092976443536?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/6957265092976443536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=6957265092976443536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6957265092976443536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6957265092976443536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/10/cutting-off-my-nose.html' title='Cutting Off My Nose'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-446407707567624944</id><published>2009-09-29T12:14:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:28:31.932-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stand up'/><title type='text'>Workin' For The Mob</title><content type='html'>I got permission from the producer of the show to write this (I was afraid to otherwise)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a show last week in a lounge in NY's meatpacking district. I found the gig on Craigslist. By the way, nine out of ten stories that begin with, "So, I looked on Craigslist..." ends with "Well, that's what I get for looking on Craigslist!" And this was not the exception to the rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy, Vinnie Parco, emailed me the day of the show, asking if I can do it. I didn't even remember responding to the ad so I called him to see what he was all about. Turns out, he's a P.I., who works on some reality show on Court TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me, in a Queens/Brooklyn accent, the show is supposed to start at 7:30 but may start late as a lot of his friends are coming in from Howard Beach. I asked how much time I had to perform, he responded, "Ya get ten minutes, more if you're doing well, and we'll kill you if you're not." Then, he laughed. So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm jus' kiddin' ya!" He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I figured."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorta..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait. What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assumed I was kiddin' of course, but when I got to the venue, I began to wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at 7:00. Vinnie was there, talking to a couple of ladies in front. I introduced myself and he said we'll get started as soon as the guests arrive. I took a seat in the lounge and watched Vinnie greet people. He kissed everyone on both cheeks. The guests looked like they walked out of central casting - men, with slicked black hair, barrel chests and impeccably tailored suits; the women all looked like they woulda blended well hangin' with Carmela Soprano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinnie introduced me to one of his friends. I forgot his name but Vinnie told me he just got released from jail. He was there for six years as a partner of Victoria Gotti's husband (and I'm not looking it up...I don't even wanna know his name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I waited for the show to start, I texted Josie to tell her what was going on. She suggested I tell them my her maiden name (she's Italian) to get them on my good side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good idea!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, around 9 PM, the show started. Not only was I first, but Vinnie didn't really warm up the crowd before inviting me on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For our first comedian, here's, umm, Harry... Harrison..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking up, I helped, whispering "Harris Bloom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah, Harris Bloom, everyone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worried how my act would be received, I decided that if I was gonna go down, I was gonna go down with my good stuff...I abandoned any notion of doing any new material and decided to do my Best Set. I was nervous enough to have wished I took a pill before leaving the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I did well. I even had a lil fun during my set with the audience. When I noticed that three (scary-looking) men to the side weren't laughing at all, I said, "I feel like you guys are the ones I should be trying hard to impress."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You got that right!" One said, to the delight of the crowd. He continued, "Ya ever do a show with two gangsters sitting with an FBI agent?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope, I believe this is a first. Does it help if I told you my wife's maiden name is XXXX?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, it helps &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Touche!" I gave him that one, and moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting offstage, several audience members shook my hand, congratulating me on my performance (while another comic was onstage no less).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the show was fun. They asked me to stay and hang out, but having found the one out of ten Craigslist ads that work out (even if it was a lil touch and go), I wasn't about to press my luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock On,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aitch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-446407707567624944?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/446407707567624944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=446407707567624944&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/446407707567624944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/446407707567624944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/09/workin-for-mob.html' title='Workin&apos; For The Mob'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-3310596557517078790</id><published>2009-09-09T18:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T17:20:31.770-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><title type='text'>Josie's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>We bought a couch on her birthday. Thoughtful as she is, she insisted on a sofabed, so I have somewhere to sleep when we fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated (the couch and birthday) with a bowling party, cause, that's how we roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww c'mon! That's funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-3310596557517078790?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/3310596557517078790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=3310596557517078790&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/3310596557517078790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/3310596557517078790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/09/josies-birthday.html' title='Josie&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-593720022818936585</id><published>2009-09-03T09:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:04:34.115-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>Hey gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between something happening to work computer where I can't get into my own blog here and just laziness, I haven't been round these parts in a while...sorry to the three of you saddened by this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start up again by telling you I was in Delaware last week - great time around Bethany Beach area...even did a comedy show at Wahoo's... which is pretty much as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one bizarre thing I encountered was how the main highway has signs posted warning  of "turtle crossing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone avoided a turtle when going 65 mph? How big are these turtles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I didn't see any turtles on the road, though I did hit a few rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-593720022818936585?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/593720022818936585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=593720022818936585&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/593720022818936585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/593720022818936585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-9004338228652372769</id><published>2009-08-10T12:03:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T16:14:41.217-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc.'/><title type='text'>Random Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't felt like posting much, but here are some pics for youse...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An actual "Thank you" letter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368366847754780146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SoBFNIhoPfI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ehjGYITgVNY/s400/pic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, &lt;a href="http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/05/high-school-reunion.html"&gt;I wasn't the only one of us with an awkward childhood&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368366930115053282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SoBFR7V2RuI/AAAAAAAAAUY/cUxwv4gKX0Q/s400/pic3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was green before green was cool -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368366766847262930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SoBFIbHxgNI/AAAAAAAAAUI/6orlx2AddR0/s400/pic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, is that a lion taking a crap on a toilet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368367039484717778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SoBFYSxm6tI/AAAAAAAAAUg/E5gUUN1fHEU/s400/pic4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josie at Stan's (a famous bar) after a Yankee game...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368367191914071026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SoBFhKnmQ_I/AAAAAAAAAUw/E2PuqCOOx2Y/s400/pic6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me at Stan's after a Yankee game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368367107812152866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SoBFcRUI1iI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Lzy5URFeC3E/s400/pic5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-9004338228652372769?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/9004338228652372769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=9004338228652372769&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/9004338228652372769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/9004338228652372769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-pics.html' title='Random Pics'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SoBFNIhoPfI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ehjGYITgVNY/s72-c/pic2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-307602447807571853</id><published>2009-08-04T12:37:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:50:44.261-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i suck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stand up'/><title type='text'>Comedy's Dirty Little Secret</title><content type='html'>As you should know, I suffer from &lt;a href="http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2008/09/performance-anxiety.html"&gt;performance anxiety&lt;/a&gt;. When I told this to a headliner friend, she told me that a lot of comics take beta blockers. So I started taking them before important shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to this Friday night, where I was showcasing my incredible talents for this booker in Connecticut. I did a great 12 minute set. Unfortunately, I was onstage for 15 minutes. The problem? I forgot to take a pill before the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the 12 minute mark, I forgot what I planned to do for my next bit. A normal comic would probably be able to just think of another joke in their repertoire, but I couldn't. Even though I have about 30/35 minutes of material I'd feel comfortable doing in an A club, I couldn't remember any of them. I started doing crowd work, trying to remember &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; joke. The only jokes I could recall were either ones that I hadn't done in a couple of years and ones that I had just written and hadn't even put up on any show yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course on the tain ride home (which took forever), I thought of all the jokes I coulda/shoulda done, including my jokes about having stage fright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-307602447807571853?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/307602447807571853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=307602447807571853&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/307602447807571853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/307602447807571853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/08/comedys-dirty-little-secret.html' title='Comedy&apos;s Dirty Little Secret'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-4216680288865890325</id><published>2009-08-03T09:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:01:13.613-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog fostering'/><title type='text'>The Dog Guru - A Review</title><content type='html'>So, in an effort to better train Kilo*, we decided to get a dog trainer. Christina, the woman from the rescue org, recommended Raja Shah, who owns &lt;a href="http://www.thedogguruinc.com/"&gt;The Dog Guru Inc.&lt;/a&gt; I spoke to him on the phone and set up an appointment via his site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raja was supposed to show at 1 PM yesterday. At 1:20 I called him. He forgot he had an appointment as he was sleeping. Bizarrely enough, he wasn't apologetic either. Awesome. He did say he'd call me back when he fully wakes up. I'm still waiting for that call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, anyone who finds this post by searching for Raja Shah, or The Dog Guru on 43rd Street in Queens, DO NOT use him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* And when I say "better train," I mean "train."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-4216680288865890325?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/4216680288865890325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=4216680288865890325&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/4216680288865890325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/4216680288865890325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/08/dog-guru-review.html' title='The Dog Guru - A Review'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-654806001693299045</id><published>2009-07-29T10:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T10:12:57.744-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stand up'/><title type='text'>Shadier Than Wall Street</title><content type='html'>I've worked on Wall Street for 15 years (btw - I make less now than I did eight years ago...that shows what a great accountant I am). Anyway, though I've only been doing comedy for four years, I'm ready to pronounce the business as shadier than Wall Street for a variety of reasons. Reason number 42,509 took place yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered &lt;a href="http://newyork.craigslist.org/mnh/tlg/1293525406.html"&gt;this ad&lt;/a&gt; on Craigslist looking for a comic. The ad (if yer too busy or disinterested to click on the link, or if it was taken down) promised a 15 minute spot and claimed the gig was a paying one. Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote to the guy, and soon thereafter, he (a comic named Will Shepherd) wrote me back, asking me for my phone number. He called immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will told me about the show, the opportunity to do 15 minutes, blah, blah, blah, and said I'd get paid $5 bucks for every person who comes to see me, and, oh yeah, I have to bring five people to perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only question I had was whether he would actually hear me rolling my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-654806001693299045?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/654806001693299045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=654806001693299045&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/654806001693299045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/654806001693299045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/07/shadier-than-wall-street.html' title='Shadier Than Wall Street'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-6582255863758929324</id><published>2009-07-27T13:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:31:06.043-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><title type='text'>Muggers With Hearts Of Gold</title><content type='html'>After my show Saturday, I met up with a few guys who lived in my courtyard growing up. I hadn't seen these guys in about 25 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recounted old stories including the time one of them and another buddy of ours got mugged in Flushing Meadow Park while riding new bicycles. The muggers took their bikes, leaving them the old bikes they were riding...which makes sense. I mean, it would prolly be a pain to carry the old bikes with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time, one of them got mugged at knife-point. The guy asked him what he had in his brown bag.&lt;br /&gt;"Lunch."&lt;br /&gt;"What is it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Peanut butter and jelly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mugger then took his lunch... and gave my buddy his knife. And that's how my bud got his first knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to know if there was some Rules of Mugging involving leaving the muggee with something of value, cause when I got mugged, I got nutin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-6582255863758929324?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/6582255863758929324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=6582255863758929324&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6582255863758929324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6582255863758929324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/07/muggers-with-hearts-of-gold.html' title='Muggers With Hearts Of Gold'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-2693692503442860440</id><published>2009-07-27T13:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:21:00.775-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stand up'/><title type='text'>This One For Comics Only</title><content type='html'>MC'ing a show at Gotham on Saturday, this comic blew the light. I had to clap him offstage (aaawwwkwarrrd!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, he apologized for his behavior saying, "I just didn't see the light."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is would a decent excuse except that once the light went on, he asked, "Was that the light?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied from the side, Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw - Favorite thing about his act - every time audience member talked during his set, he scolded them with, "Hey, don't steal my thunder" - which was funny as he wasn't exactly lighting it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-2693692503442860440?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/2693692503442860440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=2693692503442860440&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/2693692503442860440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/2693692503442860440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-one-for-comics-only.html' title='This One For Comics Only'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-3607756395777582647</id><published>2009-07-22T09:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T09:51:03.746-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog fostering'/><title type='text'>Playing The (Doggie) Race Card</title><content type='html'>So, I've been taking Kilo, &lt;a href="http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/06/foster-parents.html"&gt;my foster charge&lt;/a&gt;, to the dog run. He's really well-behaved, pretty much ignoring people and other dogs while keeping a tennis ball clenched in his jaw. He'll extend it to me, but only to play tug of war... an unwinnable war from my end (so far).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night I ventured into the run, where there was only one dog present (it was raining). Once Kilo entered, this other dog proceeded to chase Kilo, nipping at his ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kilo really wasn't into it, running away while snapping at the other dog to keep him at bay. The other dog's owner, seeing what was going on, tried half-heartedly to call her dog away, but he ignored her. Eventually, she gave up and laughed, telling me, "I guess my dog's gonna make your dog play, whether he likes it or not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled back at her, and replied, "Yeah, well, as you can see, he's friendly, but he&lt;em&gt; is&lt;/em&gt; a pit bull. I just hope he doesn't snap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She immediately, and far more urgently, called her dog, who followed her out of the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-3607756395777582647?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/3607756395777582647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=3607756395777582647&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/3607756395777582647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/3607756395777582647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/07/playing-doggie-race-card.html' title='Playing The (Doggie) Race Card'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-7715875306152454725</id><published>2009-07-20T11:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T11:45:56.978-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop culture'/><title type='text'>So You're Telling Me It's Derivative?</title><content type='html'>This weekend, I started passing &lt;a href="http://www.traileraddict.com/poster/the-collector"&gt;posters&lt;/a&gt; for this new horror flick, The Collector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the title it said, &lt;em&gt;From The Writers of Saw 4, 5 and 6&lt;/em&gt;.  Now, I like horror films, and &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; didn’t even know there was a &lt;em&gt;Saw 6&lt;/em&gt;. I did see the 4th one and all I gotta say is, I wouldn’t brag about writing it. It wasn’t exactly Catch 22. I mean, you’ll never see a mafia movie advertised as &lt;em&gt;From the writer of the Godfather 3&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-7715875306152454725?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/7715875306152454725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=7715875306152454725&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/7715875306152454725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/7715875306152454725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-youre-telling-me-its-derivative.html' title='So You&apos;re Telling Me It&apos;s Derivative?'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-6483524841763899896</id><published>2009-07-16T09:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:22:25.357-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop culture'/><title type='text'>I Wouldn't Say I'm Overly Excited</title><content type='html'>Someone asked me if I was gonna see the new Harry Potter flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied, "Yeah, if Josie can't find anyone else to go with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-6483524841763899896?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/6483524841763899896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=6483524841763899896&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6483524841763899896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6483524841763899896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wouldnt-say-im-overly-excited.html' title='I Wouldn&apos;t Say I&apos;m Overly Excited'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-6766780954882610730</id><published>2009-07-15T11:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T11:45:01.425-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc.'/><title type='text'>Sotomayor Refuses To Discuss Abortion (Not Hers)</title><content type='html'>I love it how Supreme Court nominees don't have to say how they would vote on specific topics, like &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/us_sotomayor_senate"&gt;abortion&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to be able to go on a job interview and when dude asks what my weaknesses are, I'd say, "You'll see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-6766780954882610730?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/6766780954882610730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=6766780954882610730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6766780954882610730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6766780954882610730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/07/sotomayor-refuses-to-discuss-abortion.html' title='Sotomayor Refuses To Discuss Abortion (Not Hers)'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-5652326323215823474</id><published>2009-07-14T10:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:00:18.075-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i suck'/><title type='text'>Just Don't Look In The Closet</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm not the most handy of men. That's been proven &lt;a href="http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/02/windows-1-harris-1.html"&gt;time&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-heard-this-is-how-brad-and-angelina.html"&gt;time&lt;/a&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this is ridiculous (and, yeah, I'm leaving it this way, as it was the best I could do)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358329747910515730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SlychB2dXBI/AAAAAAAAAUA/67YPf7RCXos/s400/nails.jpg" border="0" /&gt;harris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-5652326323215823474?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/5652326323215823474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=5652326323215823474&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/5652326323215823474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/5652326323215823474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-dont-look-in-closet.html' title='Just Don&apos;t Look In The Closet'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SlychB2dXBI/AAAAAAAAAUA/67YPf7RCXos/s72-c/nails.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-3483013375606471596</id><published>2009-07-13T13:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:43:10.310-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc.'/><title type='text'>We Have A Winner!</title><content type='html'>As told in my &lt;a href="http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/07/breakfast-bigamy.html"&gt;Breakfast Bigamy post below&lt;/a&gt;, I was conflicted about my choice of breakfast cart...until this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry, I decided to get the eggs/cheese/roll from Johnny Come Lately. Sure, he asked me about my weekend and all...I couldn't care less...but he gave me &lt;em&gt;free&lt;/em&gt; bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My choice has been made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-3483013375606471596?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/3483013375606471596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=3483013375606471596&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/3483013375606471596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/3483013375606471596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-have-winner.html' title='We Have A Winner!'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-5919256964688115653</id><published>2009-07-10T11:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:00:55.849-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i suck'/><title type='text'>Breakfast Bigamy</title><content type='html'>For the last six or seven years, I've gone to the same breakfast cart on the way to work, and got the same breakfast muffin (the guy in it starts wrapping it when he sees me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, a new, bigger cart has opened its doors, well, window, closer to my office. And this one makes egg sandwiches. A few times during the past month, I've cheated on my regular dude to go to this WalMart of Breakfast Carts. I felt bad but hey, &lt;strong&gt;eggs&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway&lt;/em&gt;, after getting eggs yesterday, I just went to my old guy and got a muffin today. Only problem is that I had to walk past WalMart, which I did...and the owner first smiled, but then, seeing I already had a brown paper bag, gave me a sad look like I stole his puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my choice going forward is either 1. eat at WalMart, eggs or otherwise, or 2. Walk three blocks out of my way to avoid The Eyes of WalMart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-5919256964688115653?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/5919256964688115653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=5919256964688115653&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/5919256964688115653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/5919256964688115653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/07/breakfast-bigamy.html' title='Breakfast Bigamy'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-8939548456658052304</id><published>2009-07-10T10:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:26:56.715-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>Shout Out</title><content type='html'>Today's Josie and my two year anniversary of our first date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what my life would be like without her, and I don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-8939548456658052304?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/8939548456658052304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=8939548456658052304&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/8939548456658052304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/8939548456658052304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/07/shout-out.html' title='Shout Out'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-9058421275500449042</id><published>2009-07-09T13:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:10:09.443-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>The Tell</title><content type='html'>At work, I can always tell when "important people" are here from our parent company - Lunch in the conference room is being delivered by the &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; Italian restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-9058421275500449042?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/9058421275500449042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=9058421275500449042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/9058421275500449042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/9058421275500449042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/07/tell.html' title='The Tell'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-636417486343731900</id><published>2009-07-08T10:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T10:43:57.004-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i suck'/><title type='text'>Josie Isn't The Coddling Type</title><content type='html'>One would think that a husband's concern for his wife's safety would be met with adoring love by the wife. Not Josie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since &lt;a href="http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/07/has-anyone-seen-my-wife.html"&gt;yesterday's&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;slight&lt;/em&gt; overreaction on my part, Josie's been calling me up, pretending to be kidnappers looking for ransom.  Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am used to her mocking my little eccentricities. For example, Josie thinks I'm a bit of a &lt;a href="http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-thats-not-normal.html"&gt;hypochondriac&lt;/a&gt; (I still have that pain by the way...jus' sayin'). I told her that I weighed myself and have gained ten pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Funny you say that, I just read somewhere that the average brain tumor is ten pounds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait till we have kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-636417486343731900?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/636417486343731900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=636417486343731900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/636417486343731900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/636417486343731900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/07/josie-isnt-coddling-type.html' title='Josie Isn&apos;t The Coddling Type'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-6198575496783787941</id><published>2009-07-07T12:50:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T13:23:31.602-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i suck'/><title type='text'>My Wife Was (Almost) Kidnapped</title><content type='html'>When I got home from walking Kilo this morning, I fed him, took some cereal for myself, and walked into the living room. I thought it was odd that the bedroom door was open (I left it closed) with no noise emanating from the bedroom, so I peaked in. Josie was not in bed. I could feel a slight panic rise within. I called her name. No answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had told me she slipped in the shower the other day so I ran into the bathroom, not really expecting to see her since the light was off, but I had to check. No one there. I called her name again. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around the bedroom - no sign of a struggle. I tried to reason with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why would anyone kidnap her? We couldn't pay any ransom. While sure, I do have lots of enemies, I don't think they care that much. She probably went to the gym. Yeah, that's the logical thing to think&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it for a second. Then I called her name again. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the closets, again, not really thinking she was in there, even if this was a joke, she woulda given up already, but I had to check. Just clothes and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered this weird call I got while walking Kilo. A hang-up from a foreign number (foreign to me, not from a different country). Someone with an accent was on the other line, but after I asked who it was, they hung up. By then, I was sweating. What the heck?!? I called her cell phone. No answer. Left a message, then a text message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, she &lt;strong&gt;must &lt;/strong&gt;be at the gym. Pull it together, Harris.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to act normal, put my work clothes on, watched NY1 for the weather report, etc. Then, I looked for a note - preferably one from Josie explaining that she went to the gym, but also, for a ransom note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forcing myself to act semi-rationally, I left the apartment for work, hoping to run into Josie on the way to the subway. I was going to stop off at the gym to see if she checked in, but thought better of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously, Harris? Kidnapping is your immediate thought?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got on the subway and went to work, all the while watching my cell to see any incoming calls. I watched other glum-looking people going to work wondering if they knew anyone who's been kidnapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out of the subway trying to will the phone to ring. And it did...I saw it was Josie, or someone on her phone...&lt;br /&gt;"Hey," Josie said, "Yeah, I went to the gym. Sorry I didn't leave a note."&lt;br /&gt;"No problem," I replied, as cool as ever.&lt;br /&gt;"If it was 'no problem,' then why'd you leave a panicked message for me pleading to call you immediately?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-6198575496783787941?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/6198575496783787941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=6198575496783787941&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6198575496783787941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6198575496783787941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/07/has-anyone-seen-my-wife.html' title='My Wife Was (Almost) Kidnapped'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-4837439686966364348</id><published>2009-07-06T10:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:28:08.805-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog fostering'/><title type='text'>Sounds Like A Joke</title><content type='html'>How do you bathe a 50 pound pit bull that doesn't wanna be bathed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously, I dunno the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my wife to think I'm scared of Kilo, but I'm not sure how long she's gonna go for the "I actually like the smell of dog and mud!" reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-4837439686966364348?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/4837439686966364348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=4837439686966364348&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/4837439686966364348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/4837439686966364348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/07/sounds-like-joke.html' title='Sounds Like A Joke'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-4672544205313772013</id><published>2009-06-30T10:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:44:34.582-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop culture'/><title type='text'>The Bachelorette Is An Idiot</title><content type='html'>Okay, so &lt;a href="http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/03/bachelor-sucks-show-and-jason-meznick.html"&gt;The Bachelor sucked&lt;/a&gt; but Josie insisted on watching this season's Bachelorette. I did think Jillian was pretty cool last season and was sorry she seemed to get screwed (and she has an AWESOME last name - Harris). But after watching her on The Bachelorette? I don't feel so bad for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fairly obvious that she gets "screwed" in matters of love because she's a moron. Not only have two different bachelor's bothered to tell her that Wes is there for "the wrong reasons" (btw - to me, the wrong reason would be to find love - who the heck thinks a dating show would be the best way to find a spouse?) but one of them, Jake, interrupted his regular life to come back after he was eliminated to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either Jake's got a little Walter Mitty in him ("Oh Jake, for coming back and exposing Wes for the jerk that he is, I want to end this competition and just marry you!...In spite of the fact that you're too perfect") OR Wes really is disliked by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jillian&lt;em&gt; still&lt;/em&gt; gives Wes a rose at the end of last night's show, even though his response to the accusations seemed half-hearted at best. I expected him to ask, "Does anyone have tape of me saying I have a girlfriend? No? Then I don't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I hope she does end up picking Wes. I'm sure the three of them will be very happy together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-4672544205313772013?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/4672544205313772013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=4672544205313772013&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/4672544205313772013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/4672544205313772013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/06/bachelorette-is-idiot.html' title='The Bachelorette Is An Idiot'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-8555993655950839541</id><published>2009-06-29T20:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:03:45.073-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog fostering'/><title type='text'>...And That's How Josie and I Ended Up With Kilo.</title><content type='html'>As I (and you) should've expected, the adoption didn't happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman who was adopting Kilo e-mailed me last night to say her situation changed and she cannot take him. Needless to say, I, and my contact at the rescue org, weren't exactly happy about her about face ten hours before the hand-off was to take place, but what can ya do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm sitting here typing this as Kilo begs me to climb onto the sofa ("No!", "Get Down!", "No!") every few minutes, whines as I eat cereal in front of him, and will scream bloody murder as I make any move to take him out for a walk in a half-hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wouldn't have it any other way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kiddin' - told the woman form the rescue org to get a trainer over here pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey, I'm not Job).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-8555993655950839541?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/8555993655950839541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=8555993655950839541&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/8555993655950839541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/8555993655950839541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-thats-how-josie-and-i-ended-up-with.html' title='...And That&apos;s How Josie and I Ended Up With Kilo.'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-4539475182453303496</id><published>2009-06-26T23:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:19:42.851-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog fostering'/><title type='text'>You Can't Judge A Dog By Its Breed</title><content type='html'>I had to warn kids about approaching my last dog, Stewie, as though he looked like the sweetest lil 17 pound yorkie mix in the world, he wouldn't think twice before lunging at them with bad intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to warn kids about approaching Kilo, as no one approaches a muscular, 50 pound pit bull mix. Too bad, as he's a complete sweetheart. Even at the dog run this morning, when another dog stole Kilo's ball, he just came back to me, tail wagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Kilo goes to his new (and hopefully permanent) home. Gonna miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-4539475182453303496?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/4539475182453303496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=4539475182453303496&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/4539475182453303496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/4539475182453303496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-cant-judge-dog-by-its-breed.html' title='You Can&apos;t Judge A Dog By Its Breed'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-7085556966611707203</id><published>2009-06-25T13:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:04:26.640-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morons'/><title type='text'>Damn That Isaac Newton!</title><content type='html'>I was at the gym when this dude explained to me why he had a beer belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I used to have a muscular chest but I slowed down my workouts and gravity took over, so now I have a gut."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's gravity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-7085556966611707203?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/7085556966611707203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=7085556966611707203&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/7085556966611707203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/7085556966611707203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/06/damn-that-isaac-newton.html' title='Damn That Isaac Newton!'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-8691723887601591603</id><published>2009-06-23T15:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:25:45.780-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop culture'/><title type='text'>Progress?</title><content type='html'>The original version of the movie The Bad News Bears had a scene that I knew would &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_3cmUM9afWo"&gt;make it to the remake&lt;/a&gt;... sure enough it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that progress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-8691723887601591603?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/8691723887601591603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=8691723887601591603&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/8691723887601591603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/8691723887601591603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/06/progress.html' title='Progress?'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-1106700240917562270</id><published>2009-06-22T12:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T12:36:32.349-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog fostering'/><title type='text'>Excuse Me, But Where Is The Nearest Water Fountain?</title><content type='html'>Having a dog who is 50 pounds of muscle and pulls on the leash, even if he's choking himself, has unintended consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, like when you're in the middle of picking up his diarrhea and he sees a squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-1106700240917562270?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/1106700240917562270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=1106700240917562270&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/1106700240917562270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/1106700240917562270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/06/excuse-me-but-where-is-nearest-water.html' title='Excuse Me, But Where Is The Nearest Water Fountain?'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-6366893818535264441</id><published>2009-06-19T10:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:57:41.005-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog fostering'/><title type='text'>Yes, He's Walking Me</title><content type='html'>I used to joke that walking Stewie was like walking a bumblebee - he was all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking Kilo, I feel like I'm in a Marmaduke comic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349052778969660898" style="DISPLAY: block; 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You can get scammed (google "craigslist scams") killed (google "craigslist killer") or end up fostering an energetic, completely untrained pit bull mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess which one Josie and I fell victim to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wandering around Craigslist on Friday, I came across the ad for an older dog that was about to be euthanized. Though I'm not sure I'm ready for another dog yet, I pretty much decided this dog wasn't gonna die. Something good had to come out of Stewie's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is "Kilo." The name is in quotes cause I don't know if that's his real name cause "Kilo" doesn't respond to his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's "nine" years old. The "nine" is in quotes because there's no &lt;strong&gt;way&lt;/strong&gt; he's nine. He's waaaay too energetic, his eyes are too clear and his teeth are too white and solid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we asked the woman from the rescue organization what breed he was, she said, "Oh, he's part Staffie, part Terrier, I'm guessing part German Shepard, and maybe (cough, cough) part Pit Bull." When we got his official papers, in the breed category, it read, "Pit Bull Mix" (and his head is totally Pit Bull except for his ears, which are Terrier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have no idea what his previous owner's deal was, but Kilo is completely untrained (though he does go to the bathroom outside). He barely knows "sit," forget about "stay," "down," or "fetch me my slippers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking him is a challenge. He pulls with all of his muscular 50 pounds, even when I tried a choke collar (he sounded like he was choking, even while continuing to pull). He saw a squirrel this morning...I almost lost an arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He constantly cries, whimpers, and/or yelps. I assume he's sad cause he doesn't know what's going on...spent a week at the shelter and is now in another unfamiliar environment. Thanks to his stay at the shelter he also has kennel cough, really bad too. At least his diarrhea seems to be under control (he took two dumps in our apartment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also really sweet, displays no aggression, wags his tail often and is pretty happy to just lie next to the sofa (though he oddly doesn't like being petted).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to be able to help save such a great dog, whose definitely had some bad breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I'm also saving myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348378341092952002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SjlBw6k9B8I/AAAAAAAAATw/X-WuEPHULHw/s400/kilo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kilo"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-4789727674012966490?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/4789727674012966490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=4789727674012966490&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/4789727674012966490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/4789727674012966490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/06/foster-parents.html' title='Foster Parents'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SjlBw6k9B8I/AAAAAAAAATw/X-WuEPHULHw/s72-c/kilo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-1152306228250198795</id><published>2009-06-12T10:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:21:36.359-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc.'/><title type='text'>Someone's Getting Fired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SjJkXZQOudI/AAAAAAAAATo/jLNAh2bbeLY/s1600-h/hilter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346446060720929234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SjJkXZQOudI/AAAAAAAAATo/jLNAh2bbeLY/s400/hilter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; harris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-1152306228250198795?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/1152306228250198795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=1152306228250198795&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/1152306228250198795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/1152306228250198795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/06/someones-getting-fired.html' title='Someone&apos;s Getting Fired'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SjJkXZQOudI/AAAAAAAAATo/jLNAh2bbeLY/s72-c/hilter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-264815770587313072</id><published>2009-06-10T10:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:41:14.804-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i suck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop culture'/><title type='text'>I'm Not Sure What's More Lame...</title><content type='html'>The guys on The Bachelorette, or that I skipped the gym this past week to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-264815770587313072?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/264815770587313072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=264815770587313072&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/264815770587313072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/264815770587313072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-not-sure-whats-more-lame.html' title='I&apos;m Not Sure What&apos;s More Lame...'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-6610133341271433748</id><published>2009-06-09T13:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T13:45:17.164-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc.'/><title type='text'>The Best Part Of A T &amp; T Park?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/Si6fmsnCyEI/AAAAAAAAATg/0jnAfjCf5Cc/s1600-h/hotdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345385294894123074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/Si6fmsnCyEI/AAAAAAAAATg/0jnAfjCf5Cc/s400/hotdog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; harris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-6610133341271433748?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/6610133341271433748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=6610133341271433748&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6610133341271433748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6610133341271433748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/06/best-part-of-t-t-park.html' title='The Best Part Of A T &amp; T Park?'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/Si6fmsnCyEI/AAAAAAAAATg/0jnAfjCf5Cc/s72-c/hotdog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-3192842889839397831</id><published>2009-06-08T14:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:11:28.660-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stand up'/><title type='text'>Better Post Tomorrow ...</title><content type='html'>For today, please vote for me&lt;a href="http://www.funniestjokester.com/videoPlaying.php?i_vId=1110"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only takes a second (and remember to vote for FIVE smiley faces - one of my "smarter friends" apologized to me for voting the one smiley face.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-3192842889839397831?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/3192842889839397831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=3192842889839397831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/3192842889839397831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/3192842889839397831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/06/better-post-tomorrow.html' title='Better Post Tomorrow ...'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-3085844702003780273</id><published>2009-06-07T15:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:02:34.242-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morons'/><title type='text'>Overheard At The Gym</title><content type='html'>"I like Tru Blood more than Twilight...It's more real."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-3085844702003780273?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/3085844702003780273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=3085844702003780273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/3085844702003780273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/3085844702003780273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/06/overheard-at-gym.html' title='Overheard At The Gym'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-3622674172149295132</id><published>2009-06-05T11:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T13:05:50.361-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i suck'/><title type='text'>I Got Boo'ed At A SF Giants Game</title><content type='html'>Yes, boo'ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Josie and I got tix to see the San Francisco Giants - our seats were in the second row of the upper deck, right behind home plate (great park, btw). Here is the view to the field...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343866096554541458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/Sik55txjAZI/AAAAAAAAATY/Vh-fbmS0mFs/s400/bbal.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The important part of the pic is the gate...remember that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our seats were on (in?) the aisle. In the inning, the batter juuuust got under one, and popped it back towards us....and when I say "towards," I mean like "six inches away." At first, I cupped my hands, ready to catch it ("Two hands, Harris!") , but then I saw it was gonna hit the railing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that split second, I pictured it bouncing off at an odd angle, and smacking into my wife's beautiful face... I couldn't let that happen, so I bodied up in front of her, ready to take the blow myself (Josie recalls it a bit differently - she thinks I closed my eyes, shrunk down in my seat, and screeched...whatever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the ball bounced a few inches away, off the step I was seated ext to, and caromed down to the level below us, precipitating said boos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Josie said they were "boo's" - I thought they were chanting "Bloooooom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-3622674172149295132?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/3622674172149295132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=3622674172149295132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/3622674172149295132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/3622674172149295132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-got-booed-at-sf-giants-game.html' title='I Got Boo&apos;ed At A SF Giants Game'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/Sik55txjAZI/AAAAAAAAATY/Vh-fbmS0mFs/s72-c/bbal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-3960842273255285470</id><published>2009-06-04T13:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:06:01.163-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i suck'/><title type='text'>Getting Old - Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/04/getting-old-part-one.html"&gt;Second in a Series&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco is ridiculously windy - We found out that 65 degrees here aint the same as 65 degrees there. Even having the wind at our backs, as we did for a half-hour walk from Fisherman's Wharf to The Ferry Building, isn't necessarily a good thing...as we both woke up the next day with back aches. At least, we assume that's why we both woke up with back aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memo to self - If wind injures you, may be time to get back into the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-3960842273255285470?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/3960842273255285470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=3960842273255285470&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/3960842273255285470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/3960842273255285470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-old-part-two.html' title='Getting Old - Part Two'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-2529428990801785562</id><published>2009-06-04T11:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T11:14:55.413-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><title type='text'>Wait...That's Us?!?</title><content type='html'>In San Francisco, Josie and I stopped to have our caricatures done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343491093723963298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/Sifk1rXhX6I/AAAAAAAAATQ/9gF2BoMVxdk/s400/cari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;harris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-2529428990801785562?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/2529428990801785562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=2529428990801785562&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/2529428990801785562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/2529428990801785562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/06/waitthats-us.html' title='Wait...That&apos;s &lt;em&gt;Us&lt;/em&gt;?!?'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/Sifk1rXhX6I/AAAAAAAAATQ/9gF2BoMVxdk/s72-c/cari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-2060098059421612385</id><published>2009-06-03T12:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:39:05.311-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stand up'/><title type='text'>I Left My Harp In Sam Clam's Disco</title><content type='html'>Just back from Napa Valley/Stinson Beach/San Francisco - fun times...more later, but for now, I'll just tell you that I managed to get booed at a SF Giants game, and almost got a tattoo because of said booing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wanna thank the people behind &lt;a href="http://comedyoffbroadwayoakland.com/20090605.html"&gt;Comedy Off Broadway&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.clubhousecomedy.com/"&gt;The Clubhouse&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://liveatdeluxe.com/"&gt;Live at DeLuxe&lt;/a&gt;, for having me on. They are all great rooms, with packed shows. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rock on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aitch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-2060098059421612385?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/2060098059421612385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=2060098059421612385&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/2060098059421612385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/2060098059421612385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-left-my-harp-in-sam-clams-disco.html' title='I Left My Harp In Sam Clam&apos;s Disco'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-9134292079667321831</id><published>2009-05-22T14:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T14:28:16.846-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stand up'/><title type='text'>Goin' Back To Cali, Outrageous, Contagious....</title><content type='html'>Heading west manana morning till June 3rd. Gonna hit Napa, Stinson Beach, and finally San Francisco. I will prolly blog once or twice (unless Josie can help it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone reading this in Oakland/SF, I'll be doing some shows while there...check my sched &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/harrisbloom"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;layta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-9134292079667321831?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/9134292079667321831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=9134292079667321831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/9134292079667321831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/9134292079667321831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/05/goin-back-to-cali-outrageous-contagious.html' title='Goin&apos; Back To Cali, Outrageous, Contagious....'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-6547755470408711635</id><published>2009-05-21T09:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:21:40.535-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop culture'/><title type='text'>From The Key Grip Who Brought You...</title><content type='html'>I saw a billboard yesterday for the upcoming flick, &lt;em&gt;The Hangover&lt;/em&gt;. It was advertised as coming from the director who brought you &lt;em&gt;Old School, &lt;/em&gt;which&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;was a good flick but did anyone see it and say, "Wow! What directing!" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like it's &lt;em&gt;Madea Goes To Jail&lt;/em&gt;, where the director should definitely put his name on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-6547755470408711635?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/6547755470408711635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=6547755470408711635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6547755470408711635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6547755470408711635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/05/from-key-grip-who-brought-you.html' title='From The Key Grip Who Brought You...'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-5128900700205997526</id><published>2009-05-20T09:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:03:13.691-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc.'/><title type='text'>I Think Someone Had A Dream</title><content type='html'>Upon waking, Josie asked, "You would give me more than five minutes notice if you needed to go to Serbia to do Regulatory Accounting work, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-5128900700205997526?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/5128900700205997526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=5128900700205997526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/5128900700205997526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/5128900700205997526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-someone-had-dream.html' title='I Think Someone Had A Dream'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-2388681987913407706</id><published>2009-05-19T11:15:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:31:28.537-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i suck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><title type='text'>Some Things Never Change (And Some Do)</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday was my &lt;cough,&gt;year high school reunion. Yup, I brought the wife, just to prove to everyone, that, I did &lt;em&gt;eventually&lt;/em&gt; start dating (see pic below and you'll get a good idea why I didn't date in high school).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of a graduating class of 773, only about 60 showed. To be honest, it didn't matter for me as they coulda had 500 there and I still woulda ended up leaning against a wall, begging my wife to pretend she was a classmate, so I wasn't the dude just talking to his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few bullet points (without the bullets) -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Though I didn't wanna wear a name tag, it soon became apparent that if I didn't, no one would recognize me (then again, based on the pic below, that's prolly a good thing), so I slapped one on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I got a lot of "Hmmm...Harris Bloom...the name rings a bell" - I interacted with so few people that few really remembered who I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When I informed people that I was, in fact, on the bowling team, the normal response was, "We had a bowling team?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My favorite story occurred on the way to the reunion. A former classmate who picked us up at the train station told us that she got kicked out of karate school cause she refused to bow to her teacher, who she thought was too young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Maybe I've seen too many sit-coms, but I was expecting to see all the popular kids fat and down on their luck, and the losers to be models and captains of industry. But everyone seemed to be doing well...normal jobs, raising kids, still living in the area (for the most part). Good for them, but lousy for my stand-up act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A few classmates gave me an across-the-room thumbs up. I looked behind me to make sure they weren't gesturing to someone behind me but unless they were impressed by the wall, it was me. I walked over. Seems as though I was voted (informally) "Most Improved" - Still not sure i if it means anything (I mean, have you &lt;em&gt;seen&lt;/em&gt; the picture?!?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I had crushes on three girls during my high school years - one was the "non-attainable* rocker chick," who didn't show - one was the "semi-attainable* cool chick" who did show, but any crush I had was gone - and the third was the "more-attainable* cool-geek chick" who showed, and I &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; had trouble talking to. In fact, the first time I passed her, I smiled, and think I muttered, "Hi." I don't even remember cause I was so nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I decided to talk to her later, I nervously fidgeted while watching her out of the corner of my eye (good thing I still didn't look like my pic..I'd have looked like a stalker), waiting till she was alone. I finally made my way over, and once I did, I was fine, talking like a normal person**. Guess I have changed since high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw - &lt;em&gt;did you &lt;strong&gt;see&lt;/strong&gt; that picture?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My definition of "attainability" would be as it relates to normal people, not me. None were even slightly attainable as far as I was concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** &lt;a href="http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2008/09/performance-anxiety.html"&gt;This is also me performing &lt;/a&gt;- nervous beforehand, but fine once I hit the stage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-2388681987913407706?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/2388681987913407706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=2388681987913407706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/2388681987913407706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/2388681987913407706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-saturday-was-my-year-high-school.html' title='Some Things Never Change (And Some Do)'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-7498243514868170393</id><published>2009-05-18T14:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:48:58.075-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i suck'/><title type='text'>High School Reunion</title><content type='html'>Had my high school reunion Saturday night. Details forthcoming, but for now, I present to you, in all of its glory, my high school yearbook pic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337237628470876482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/ShGtWF7a2UI/AAAAAAAAATI/L2UuP35RMSk/s400/Harris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;harris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-7498243514868170393?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/7498243514868170393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=7498243514868170393&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/7498243514868170393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/7498243514868170393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/05/high-school-reunion.html' title='High School Reunion'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/ShGtWF7a2UI/AAAAAAAAATI/L2UuP35RMSk/s72-c/Harris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-934201721339935103</id><published>2009-05-15T10:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:38:25.652-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i suck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop culture'/><title type='text'>Rock Of Ages - My (Second) Review</title><content type='html'>Now that Rock of Ages is on Broadway, and my bud is making his Broadway debut (never that I'd ever write that sentence in my lifetime), &lt;a href="http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2008/11/rock-of-ages-my-review.html"&gt;I saw it again&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, a fun show - Constantine Maroulis is perfect for the role, the supporting actors are all good, and the back-up drummer totally rocks (&lt;strong&gt;Ronnie!!!).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I was in tears for most of the show, for the same reason people cried when Obama became President - I never thought I'd get to hear Quiet Riot on Broadway in my lifetime. Yup, same reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to brag, but I was in a band during high school. For a week. Our first song was going to be a cover of "The Time Warp" from &lt;em&gt;The Rocky Horror Picture Show.&lt;/em&gt; We quit when we realized that none of us could play any instruments. Or sing. We were basically The Sex Pistols without the attitude or the drug habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-934201721339935103?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/934201721339935103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=934201721339935103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/934201721339935103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/934201721339935103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/05/rock-of-ages-my-second-review.html' title='Rock Of Ages - My (Second) Review'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-8872360909396772306</id><published>2009-05-14T13:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:10:11.184-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i suck'/><title type='text'>Then We've Got Bigger Problems</title><content type='html'>I don't know how to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bothers my wife as she recently expressed in an e-mail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if we want to go on a cruise? Or Kayak in the Hudson? Or there's a tsunami?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tsunami?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-8872360909396772306?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/8872360909396772306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=8872360909396772306&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/8872360909396772306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/8872360909396772306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/05/then-weve-got-bigger-problems.html' title='Then We&apos;ve Got Bigger Problems'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-9129104630607245997</id><published>2009-05-14T09:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:02:13.574-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc.'/><title type='text'>One Article To Avoid</title><content type='html'>Featured "human interest" articles on Yahoo's main page are often ridiculous, but I think &lt;a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/sex/user-post-7-topics-to-avoid-if-you-dont-want-to-be-a-bore-453819/"&gt;this one is the worst &lt;/a&gt;(only cause it's the current one - tomorrow will have a new worst).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 topics to avoid if you don't want to be a bore? I can make an argument that not only are they all viable conversation starters at a party, but, conversely (or inversely?) to their point, all have ways the listener to totally join in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna bore you with breakdown's of each...let's just do the first and last -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - &lt;strong&gt;a dream&lt;/strong&gt; - now, obviously, if your dream is boring, then, yeah, don't talk about it...but then again, that goes with &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;. And, if your dream story may enable someone else to talk about theirs...and the conversation blooms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - &lt;strong&gt;The plot of a movie, play or book—in particular, the funny parts&lt;/strong&gt; - Huh? How many party conversations &lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt; entail discussing books, play, or movies, and &lt;em&gt;especially &lt;/em&gt;the funny parts? I seriously think this woman must've had six, thought seven is needed for a list, and just wrote this down, even though it's asinine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I don't talk about at parties is how I don't want Col. Jessup on that wall, I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; him on that wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'd love to know what the author, Gretchen Rubin, &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; talk about at parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than again, maybe I'm a bore at parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-9129104630607245997?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/9129104630607245997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=9129104630607245997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/9129104630607245997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/9129104630607245997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-article-to-avoid.html' title='One Article To Avoid'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-4523830626351622044</id><published>2009-05-12T10:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:37:33.448-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><title type='text'>Stay Classy, Queens</title><content type='html'>I was walking around my old hood in Queens when I came across this sign in a liquor store...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334943594049712194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SgmG7twUMEI/AAAAAAAAATA/AfsWITGMZ_w/s400/wine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That's what everyone's looking for in a wine, right? Slammability?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;harris&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. my friend said, "C'mon, it's not a chick!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahh, Queens....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-4523830626351622044?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/4523830626351622044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=4523830626351622044&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/4523830626351622044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/4523830626351622044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/05/stay-classy-queens.html' title='Stay Classy, Queens'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SgmG7twUMEI/AAAAAAAAATA/AfsWITGMZ_w/s72-c/wine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-1827485793461417549</id><published>2009-05-11T13:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:42:19.926-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc.'/><title type='text'>The Millionaire Matchmaker</title><content type='html'>I never watch the show as I find her nauseating but was flipping around yesterday when I saw her talking to someone in his 40's but was desperately, and unconvincingly, trying to look younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "We'll get you some botox, change your hair, just try to youth-anize you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither one of them laughed, smirked, or even changed expressions, so I assume neither one of them knew what she was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-1827485793461417549?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/1827485793461417549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=1827485793461417549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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term='etc.'/><title type='text'>My Doc Has A Case Of The Mondays</title><content type='html'>I never mind hearing "Ya ever have one of those days ya just don't feel like working?" from a co-worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm less thrilled when hearing it from my doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-749281718763742856?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/749281718763742856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=749281718763742856&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/749281718763742856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/749281718763742856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-doc-has-case-of-mondays.html' title='My Doc Has A Case Of The Mondays'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-6551772362054174528</id><published>2009-05-11T10:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:29:59.420-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>'Nuf said</title><content type='html'>Someone asked me how my mother's day was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I responded, "The food was good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-6551772362054174528?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/6551772362054174528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=6551772362054174528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6551772362054174528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6551772362054174528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/05/nuf-said.html' title='&apos;Nuf said'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-6581949438827037246</id><published>2009-05-07T10:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:11:16.719-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc.'/><title type='text'>I Wont Need Anaesthesia</title><content type='html'>I'm having a test done tomorrow where I have to drink only clear liquids today. My friend suggested Grey Goose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-6581949438827037246?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/6581949438827037246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=6581949438827037246&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6581949438827037246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6581949438827037246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wont-need-anaesthesia.html' title='I Wont Need Anaesthesia'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-7705494058195802970</id><published>2009-05-05T10:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:19:25.817-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i suck'/><title type='text'>I Should Start An "Awkward Moment Of The Week" Series</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, it was raining (As it has been for three days) when I had to catch a bus. While waiting, an elderly black woman with a walker joined me, but she didn't have an umbrella. She thanked me when I asked her if she wanted to share my umbrella. And so began the most awkward ten minutes of &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-most-awkward-person-in-universe.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously, after, "What 'bout this rain?" what else was there? I'll tell you what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After two minutes&lt;/strong&gt; - Man, where is this bus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After five minutes&lt;/strong&gt; - Is that it? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After eight minutes&lt;/strong&gt; - No, I think that's a truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After ten minutes&lt;/strong&gt; - Just so ya know, I voted for Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-7705494058195802970?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/7705494058195802970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=7705494058195802970&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/7705494058195802970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/7705494058195802970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-should-start-awkward-moment-of-week.html' title='I Should Start An &quot;Awkward Moment Of The Week&quot; Series'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-1567421716055213921</id><published>2009-05-04T11:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:15:08.895-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc.'/><title type='text'>Run For Your Lives!</title><content type='html'>Last week, Mayor Bloomberg tried out his &lt;a href="http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/04/swine-flu-w-dr-obvious.html"&gt;Mother Bloom &lt;/a&gt;impression. I also heard Obama say that it was reason for caution, but not panic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is...Will he let us know when it is time for panic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-1567421716055213921?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/1567421716055213921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=1567421716055213921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/1567421716055213921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/1567421716055213921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/05/swine-flu-post-2-of-2.html' title='Run For Your Lives!'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-8241154582327152101</id><published>2009-05-01T11:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:30:52.628-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc.'/><title type='text'>Synergy</title><content type='html'>Drove down (up?) to PA a week ago. In addition to a few regular gun shops, we passed one store that was advertised as a "Clothing/Guns Store"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the "clothing" section featured bulletproof vests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-8241154582327152101?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/8241154582327152101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=8241154582327152101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/8241154582327152101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/8241154582327152101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/05/synergy.html' title='Synergy'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-4751382489055639970</id><published>2009-04-30T12:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:11:55.900-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc.'/><title type='text'>Platform? What's A Platform?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://newyork.craigslist.org/mnh/wrg/1145292537.html"&gt;This guy must be quite the candidate...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna post here if link goes bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;US Senate Candidate Seeks Talented, Inspirational Speechwriter (New York City / State)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply to: &lt;a href="mailto:gigs-gqgxm-1145292537@craigslist.org?subject=US%20Senate%20Candidate%20Seeks%20Talented,%20Inspirational%20Speechwriter%20(New%20York%20City%20/%20State)"&gt;mailto:gigs-gqgxm-1145292537@craigslist.org?subject=US%20Senate%20Candidate%20Seeks%20Talented,%20Inspirational%20Speechwriter%20(New%20York%20City%20/%20State)&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="http://www.craigslist.org/about/help/replying_to_posts" target="_blank"&gt;Errors when replying to ads?&lt;/a&gt;]Date: 2009-04-28, 11:34PM EDT&lt;br /&gt;Probable candidate in the United States Senate special primary in New York in 2010 seeks young, well-rounded, dedicated speechwriter with prior experience writing political speeches. Candidate is early 40s, pragmatic progressive (in the Obama vein) with over 30 years in grassroots Democratic politics and diverse, entrepreneurial career. Applicants must believe strongly in government's ability to promote the common good, be pro gun control and immigrant, and be committed to changing the way Washington operates. Strong understanding of small business, finance, energy, and education issues helpful. Degree in political science, economics, another social science, and/or business a plus. Position is volunteer to begin with, but could quickly turn into a full-time paid position. Please forward RESUME WITH COVER LETTER for consideration.&lt;br /&gt;Location: New York City / State&lt;br /&gt;it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests&lt;br /&gt;Compensation: no pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, he's looking for a speechwriter to work for no pay (at first)...and he wants to find him/her, on Craigslist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, wow, Rudy Giuliani has really fallen on hard times, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-4751382489055639970?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/4751382489055639970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=4751382489055639970&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/4751382489055639970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/4751382489055639970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/04/platform-whats-platform.html' title='Platform? What&apos;s A Platform?'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-3779533670482497045</id><published>2009-04-29T10:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:10:28.622-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc.'/><title type='text'>What Exactly Is In Those Eggs?</title><content type='html'>I saw this sign outside a cafe this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330114953802028642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SfhfT3FeFmI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Avg4_FwQJ38/s400/eggs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why the quotation marks around "eggs?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reminded me of a&lt;a href="http://www.unnecessaryquotes.com/"&gt; favorite site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;harris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-3779533670482497045?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/3779533670482497045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=3779533670482497045&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/3779533670482497045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/3779533670482497045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-exactly-is-in-those-eggs.html' title='What Exactly Is In Those Eggs?'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SfhfT3FeFmI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Avg4_FwQJ38/s72-c/eggs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-8182445035177233180</id><published>2009-04-28T10:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:41:16.794-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stand up'/><title type='text'>The Only Time I'll Ever Hear That Comparison</title><content type='html'>A comic told me that part of my persona reminds him of early Chris Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he told me that, I've been working on a new bit called, "The difference between white people and crackas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-8182445035177233180?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/8182445035177233180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=8182445035177233180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/8182445035177233180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/8182445035177233180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/04/only-time-ill-ever-hear-that-comparison.html' title='The Only Time I&apos;ll Ever Hear That Comparison'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-8952466366766380597</id><published>2009-04-27T13:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T13:39:24.017-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i suck'/><title type='text'>I Am The Most Awkward Person In The Universe</title><content type='html'>I had a spot at a club last night that doesn't normally give me spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was due to nerves but when I walked up to the door, I noticed the club managers, security and other employees talking inside. I decided not to walk in, so I just hung outside. One of the managers came out to smoke so, naturally, I put my cell phone to my ear and pretended I was talking to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I have no idea why I did that, but it was a very long two minute conversation I had with no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-8952466366766380597?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/8952466366766380597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=8952466366766380597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/8952466366766380597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/8952466366766380597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-most-awkward-person-in-universe.html' title='I Am The Most Awkward Person In The Universe'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-3927535055941799415</id><published>2009-04-27T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:37:28.712-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc.'/><title type='text'>The Swine Flu w/ Dr. Obvious!</title><content type='html'>I saw Mayor Bloomberg had a&lt;a href="http://ny1.com/content/top_stories/98016/cdc-confirms-swine-flu-cases-at-queens-school/Default.aspx?ap=1&amp;amp;Flash"&gt; press conference &lt;/a&gt;where he told citizens of Gotham who had fevers, coughs and sore throats to stay in, and to cover your mouth when you sneeze or cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he introduced his new advisor, Dr. Obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-3927535055941799415?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/3927535055941799415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=3927535055941799415&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/3927535055941799415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/3927535055941799415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/04/swine-flu-w-dr-obvious.html' title='The Swine Flu w/ Dr. Obvious!'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-1818104677302036700</id><published>2009-04-26T09:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T09:57:18.952-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i suck'/><title type='text'>Getting Old - Part One</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty sure this is the first sign I'm getting old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my twenties, I could hang out in the park all day, and still be fine to go out at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my thirties, I spend all day in the park, and I start to make ridiculous excuses, like, "The sun is tiring, and what with all that reading! If we're going out tonite, I need a nap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, please vote...and stay out the sun, it's tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://festival.souljoelproductions.com/results" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://festival.souljoelproductions.com/results&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-1818104677302036700?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/1818104677302036700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=1818104677302036700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Backfire?</title><content type='html'>After looking at some pictures of us, my mom said that Josie and I looked like brother and sister (I know, we're creeped out too)... but it did give me an idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may go to my high school reunion as me, claiming I finally got the operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing is, I wonder if someone's gonna say, "You know, I didn't wanna say anything, but I always suspected..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-3253281894985898302?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/3253281894985898302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-9138684036700746978</id><published>2009-04-22T14:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:14:23.081-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop culture'/><title type='text'>It Tastes Fruity WIth Hints Of Oak And Metal</title><content type='html'>I just found out that the lead singer of '80's metal band Queensryche (yes, they still make albums and tour...in fact they are on one now...but they'll always be an '80's band to me), Geoff Tate (best voice in metal in my opinion) has his own &lt;a href="http://store.threeriverswinery.com/SearchResults.asp?Cat=30"&gt;wine brand&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing Scott Ian (of Anthrax) bidding on necklaces at an auction on The Celebrity Apprentice this week, and now this, I'm expecting to hear that Lemmee from Motorhead is now a truffle farmer in the south of France (or where ever truffles are mined).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-9138684036700746978?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/9138684036700746978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=9138684036700746978&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/9138684036700746978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/9138684036700746978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-tastes-fruity-with-hints-of-oak-and.html' title='It Tastes Fruity WIth Hints Of Oak And Metal'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-2806894436099184084</id><published>2009-04-22T12:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:54:09.816-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop culture'/><title type='text'>The Celebrity Apprentice</title><content type='html'>I'd like to thank &lt;em&gt;The Celebrity Apprentice&lt;/em&gt; for showing the world that Joan and Melissa Rivers are the most co-dependant mother/daughter team since &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grey_Gardens"&gt;Big Edie and Little Edie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the Rivers' are &lt;strong&gt;far&lt;/strong&gt; more annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-2806894436099184084?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/2806894436099184084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=2806894436099184084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/2806894436099184084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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he'd seen anyone else from good ol' John Bowne HS, he said he saw one dude who was now a black belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I asked him to show me some moves, and he kicked me in the head."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the funniest line all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-4463669678654020004?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/4463669678654020004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=4463669678654020004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Picture Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, drinking my first glass of plum wine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326826463898832498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SeywcjjXDnI/AAAAAAAAASo/CbJz_w-Npj4/s400/wine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, after my second glass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326826585812266210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SeywjptybOI/AAAAAAAAASw/nJmzk-qnYtY/s400/wine1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;harris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-6792544998724430607?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/6792544998724430607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=6792544998724430607&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6792544998724430607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/6792544998724430607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/04/picture-blog.html' title='Picture Blog'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SeywcjjXDnI/AAAAAAAAASo/CbJz_w-Npj4/s72-c/wine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283241065290171543.post-4604754286245089883</id><published>2009-04-17T12:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:22:17.615-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>It's All In The Delivery</title><content type='html'>I've found that when talking to a girlfriend or wife about another woman, there's a huge difference between...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think she's prettier than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THINK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; she's prettier than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-4604754286245089883?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/4604754286245089883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=4604754286245089883&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/4604754286245089883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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And then I got caught. Sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dude wrote to me saying he thought we were friends on Facebook. I replied that I thought so too, but sometimes I think the system screws up and I lose someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, that's probably what happened, "he answered, "That's happened to me a lot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4283241065290171543-5221557903574710946?l=harrisbloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/feeds/5221557903574710946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4283241065290171543&amp;postID=5221557903574710946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/5221557903574710946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4283241065290171543/posts/default/5221557903574710946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrisbloom.blogspot.com/2009/04/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900614038945022752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nb-M5USUKT8/SZ2LKa3994I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pDrWEWLvGwo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
