<?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-1916939095528869857</id><updated>2012-02-08T05:47:56.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Poon in Minneapolis</title><subtitle type='html'>Yes, That's Comanche</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916939095528869857/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jim Kuhn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916939095528869857.post-9123255850947719042</id><published>2009-04-13T12:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:01:08.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hbFKlaVJY/SeOL7SrpXeI/AAAAAAAAB-k/XFeAR0CtbTM/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hbFKlaVJY/SeOL7SrpXeI/AAAAAAAAB-k/XFeAR0CtbTM/s200/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324253035225505250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916939095528869857-9123255850947719042?l=mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com/feeds/9123255850947719042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916939095528869857&amp;postID=9123255850947719042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916939095528869857/posts/default/9123255850947719042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916939095528869857/posts/default/9123255850947719042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com/2009/04/yep.html' title='yep'/><author><name>Jim Kuhn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J4hbFKlaVJY/SeOL7SrpXeI/AAAAAAAAB-k/XFeAR0CtbTM/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916939095528869857.post-5802375290343196625</id><published>2008-02-08T10:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T10:08:04.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Add the Black Keys show on April 11th to my list below.  I have to go to something called Galena, Illinois for work.  This is a devestating blow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916939095528869857-5802375290343196625?l=mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com/feeds/5802375290343196625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916939095528869857&amp;postID=5802375290343196625' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916939095528869857/posts/default/5802375290343196625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916939095528869857/posts/default/5802375290343196625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com/2008/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Jim Kuhn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916939095528869857.post-7286114030851334491</id><published>2008-02-07T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T13:47:41.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ESPN Antics</title><content type='html'>I found this video on Deadspin today.  Like the rest of the country, I cannot believe Emmitt Smith has a job on TV.  I'm sure he's a nice guy, but he just struggles Schley-Style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XMv34zdMWrY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XMv34zdMWrY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news....what's the deal with ovaltine?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, what's the deal with all the shows I want to go to falling on nights I already have plans?  Look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 14th- The Redwalls - Triple Rock Social Club (great venue). So this is obviously on Valentines Day (joke of day I know).  But even if schmoopie doesn't require a gift on V-day (mostly because she doesn't want to buy one; more happier, I could not be), I still have to at least spend the night with her.  It just wouldn't look good for me to leave at 10:00pm for a show.  This will be a last minute decision based on certain bed-time circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeels, April 7th - Pantages - This is on the same night of the  NCAA Nat'l championship.  A repeat of their 2002 schedule.  Not sure I want to pay $32 for a show and miss the biggest game of the basketball year at the same time.  I like them, but I'm having doubts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40-Watt bulb - 400 bar- Feb 21.  I have to go to Marshall that weekend for wedding stuff.  Didn't they know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side,  I will be saving about $50 on skipping the above shows.  So I can maybe afford all of their latest CD's.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Walton quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah now that's basketball there, jack up a three in transition!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Bill Walton, as the Blazers and Sonics exchange missed three point shots.  2.8.2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916939095528869857-7286114030851334491?l=mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com/feeds/7286114030851334491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916939095528869857&amp;postID=7286114030851334491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916939095528869857/posts/default/7286114030851334491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916939095528869857/posts/default/7286114030851334491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com/2008/02/espn-antics.html' title='ESPN Antics'/><author><name>Jim Kuhn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916939095528869857.post-226661313330466374</id><published>2008-01-25T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T07:30:17.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Local News</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I worry that I only find witty, dry humor funny.  Today, those fears were alleviated after watching this video and laughing out loud at my desk for a good 5 minutes after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BzjLlqIuVhI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BzjLlqIuVhI&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would pay at least $100 to see that happen live.  I know $100 really isn't that much, but it's a lot to me right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walton Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You look at Vladimir Radmanovic, this guy is cut from stone.  As if Michelangelo was reading and a lightening bolt flashed before him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Bill Walton, 2.8.2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916939095528869857-226661313330466374?l=mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com/feeds/226661313330466374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916939095528869857&amp;postID=226661313330466374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916939095528869857/posts/default/226661313330466374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916939095528869857/posts/default/226661313330466374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com/2008/01/local-news.html' title='The Local News'/><author><name>Jim Kuhn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916939095528869857.post-7222677229553049350</id><published>2008-01-18T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T08:05:12.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>I have kept every single credit card restaurant receipt the last 2 months, and no one has changed any of my tips.  This has restored my faith in mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A New blog is coming this weekend.  Due to the weather here, I won't be going outside at all and will have a lot of time to watch Sopranos DVD's and surf the interwebs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walton Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He had everything, he had... a doll."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Bill Walton, on Penny Hardaways fall from prominence 1.21.2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916939095528869857-7222677229553049350?l=mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com/feeds/7222677229553049350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916939095528869857&amp;postID=7222677229553049350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916939095528869857/posts/default/7222677229553049350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916939095528869857/posts/default/7222677229553049350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com/2008/01/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>Jim Kuhn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916939095528869857.post-7672646894790700118</id><published>2008-01-09T09:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T09:10:03.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_J4hbFKlaVJY/R4T_yq5lcfI/AAAAAAAAA6I/bk_h0fCcb7M/s1600-h/walton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_J4hbFKlaVJY/R4T_yq5lcfI/AAAAAAAAA6I/bk_h0fCcb7M/s320/walton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153525119593050610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for another Bill Walton quote-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I look at Boris Diaw, I think of Beehtoven and the Age of the Romantics. This guy, has got it all."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916939095528869857-7672646894790700118?l=mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com/feeds/7672646894790700118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916939095528869857&amp;postID=7672646894790700118' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916939095528869857/posts/default/7672646894790700118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916939095528869857/posts/default/7672646894790700118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com/2008/01/quote-day.html' title='Quote Day'/><author><name>Jim Kuhn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J4hbFKlaVJY/R4T_yq5lcfI/AAAAAAAAA6I/bk_h0fCcb7M/s72-c/walton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916939095528869857.post-2948446907246676068</id><published>2008-01-06T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T13:28:00.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Cow</title><content type='html'>My sister has been at my apartment for 3 hours and hasn't stopped talking.  I can't believe someone has so much to say.  Please be quiet so I can listen to Curt Menefee talk to Terry Bradshaw, and then laugh a lot at what each other say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916939095528869857-2948446907246676068?l=mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com/feeds/2948446907246676068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916939095528869857&amp;postID=2948446907246676068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916939095528869857/posts/default/2948446907246676068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916939095528869857/posts/default/2948446907246676068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com/2008/01/holy-cow.html' title='Holy Cow'/><author><name>Jim Kuhn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916939095528869857.post-2368957937547492435</id><published>2007-12-18T19:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T19:33:39.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nice Little Friday</title><content type='html'>So I took Schmoopie to the Guthrie last Friday to watch, listen and appreciate the talented Andrew Bird.  There's not a lot to say except that it was a great show, in a great theatre (made even better by my 4th row center seats), on a very cold night.  We got to Cue for drink at about 7:30.  I had checked Mr. Bird's myspace that day and it said the show started at 8.  Never trust myspace.  I looked at my ticket after we had just got our drinks.  What did the ticket say you ask?  That the show starts at 7:30!  Of course I went into panic mode and slammed my Surly, and then helped schmoopie down her red wine, all in about 12 minutes.  Needless to say I was a little &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=501648928"&gt;buzzed&lt;/a&gt; by 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We missed a song or two, but it was all good, except I had to pee something fierce the whole last 45 minutes of the show.   Good thing I have a bladder made of steel and the will power to hold my urine for 3 days if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the show ended, we went home.   The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ktxy7ikUKjM"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to watch an Andrew Bird performance.   I'm fascinated with his ability to loop on stage.  And notice the socks,  he only wears socks on stage.  The hipster girls love that eccentricity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916939095528869857-2368957937547492435?l=mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com/feeds/2368957937547492435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916939095528869857&amp;postID=2368957937547492435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916939095528869857/posts/default/2368957937547492435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916939095528869857/posts/default/2368957937547492435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com/2007/12/nice-little-friday.html' title='A Nice Little Friday'/><author><name>Jim Kuhn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916939095528869857.post-6521932385775718874</id><published>2007-12-07T17:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T18:02:44.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Was Bob Dylan a prick or what?</title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting at laptop on a Friday night (I'm pathetic, I know, but I'm planning a big Saturday night) scouring this great &lt;a href="http://robinhoodofindiemusic.blogspot.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; I found since &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QuwwMZKYxag"&gt;Oink&lt;/a&gt; was blown up this fall.  Since I was waiting for &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/hoganstore.109982625"&gt;schmoopie&lt;/a&gt; to arrive, it was ok for me to watch a Bob Dylan documentary before she got there.  I decided to watch Don't Look Back on that M5 channel in HD.  The movie documents Bob Dylan on a UK tour in the 60's.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think he smiled once.  Now, I love Bob Dylan's music, specifically his early stuff, but he's a huge grouch in this film, watch this clip for evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pR8YuIGqWi4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pR8YuIGqWi4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He strikes out at reporters more than once in this film.  I knew he could be abrasive, but this strikes me as really annoying too.  Anyway, I still like his music, but maybe not as much.  Is that stupid?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916939095528869857-6521932385775718874?l=mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com/feeds/6521932385775718874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916939095528869857&amp;postID=6521932385775718874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916939095528869857/posts/default/6521932385775718874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916939095528869857/posts/default/6521932385775718874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com/2007/12/was-bob-dylan-prick-or-what.html' title='Was Bob Dylan a prick or what?'/><author><name>Jim Kuhn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916939095528869857.post-8944534983096139985</id><published>2007-12-04T09:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T09:46:41.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_J4hbFKlaVJY/R1WSdR4JOiI/AAAAAAAAA5A/8wlyk6hhlzQ/s1600-h/walton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_J4hbFKlaVJY/R1WSdR4JOiI/AAAAAAAAA5A/8wlyk6hhlzQ/s320/walton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140175581426039330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Show some respect to this living legend, this hall of famer...Arvydas Sabonis."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Bill Walton, as Sabonis makes a nice play.  5.4.2003&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916939095528869857-8944534983096139985?l=mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com/feeds/8944534983096139985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916939095528869857&amp;postID=8944534983096139985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916939095528869857/posts/default/8944534983096139985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916939095528869857/posts/default/8944534983096139985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com/2007/12/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Jim Kuhn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J4hbFKlaVJY/R1WSdR4JOiI/AAAAAAAAA5A/8wlyk6hhlzQ/s72-c/walton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916939095528869857.post-8286944295113228412</id><published>2007-11-27T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T08:24:50.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genius Video</title><content type='html'>I love college football.&lt;br /&gt;I love it when girls fight.&lt;br /&gt;I love it when other people use the word poon, whether it relates to the female anatomy or the movie Fletch.&lt;br /&gt;This video I found on a blog called &lt;a href="http://macgsworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mac G's Wolrd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fits perfectly with the statements above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dfNJ87mq1LI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dfNJ87mq1LI&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a work of art.  From the music to the captioning.....Wow......... just Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916939095528869857-8286944295113228412?l=mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com/feeds/8286944295113228412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916939095528869857&amp;postID=8286944295113228412' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916939095528869857/posts/default/8286944295113228412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916939095528869857/posts/default/8286944295113228412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com/2007/11/genius-video.html' title='Genius Video'/><author><name>Jim Kuhn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916939095528869857.post-1567447580643697805</id><published>2007-11-18T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T13:16:41.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restaurant Madness and bamBOOZling</title><content type='html'>The other day schmoopie and I were looking through her receipts and account statement to balance her check book. When we were done, we found 3 instances where a restaurant/bar charged her more than she siged off for on her debit card receipt. Of course, the differences in the numbers were insignificant like 27 or 59 cents. The shitty, lying, worthless server probably did this so A) I didn't go screaming mad into some restaurant, leaving some little U of M sophomore hostess crying to her helicopter parents, or B) they were hoping we didn't notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This must be a common thing, if it happened to us 3 times in a month right? What the hell? I thought most people were honest. And don't even start on about us leaving terrible tips; we never tip less thatn 15% and rarely less than 20%. Should we take some recourse? I've heard that if you confront them on it they are required to put a sign up saying they have been guilty of this charge. Is that even worth it? To make it even worse, one of the bars, Maxwell's on Washington Avenue, is a place where schmoopie spends a lot of money due to the close proximity to her office. Her and her friends have probably spent $5,000 there the last 3 or 4 years. This is how they treat their loyal regulars? For full disclosure, the other places were Elsies in Northeast (the bowling place) and Cafe Ena in South Minneapolis.  Anyway, watch for these renegade restauarant workers.  I'll report back after our next audit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916939095528869857-1567447580643697805?l=mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com/feeds/1567447580643697805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916939095528869857&amp;postID=1567447580643697805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916939095528869857/posts/default/1567447580643697805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916939095528869857/posts/default/1567447580643697805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com/2007/11/restaurant-madness-and-bamboozling.html' title='Restaurant Madness and bamBOOZling'/><author><name>Jim Kuhn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916939095528869857.post-1601544932786073861</id><published>2007-10-30T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T09:27:17.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Post</title><content type='html'>The other day I went for jog on my usual route down Minnehaha Creek towards Lake Harriet.  About a half mile around the lake I looked up and saw a bald eagle.  That got me thinking, how lucky am I to live in Minneapolis?   You just don't see eagles in metropolitan cities very often.&lt;br /&gt;So, let me count the ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four things I like about living in Minneapolis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. All the shows that I can go to any night of the week (this is Kings of Leon at First Ave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J4hbFKlaVJY/RyfmJnnpr7I/AAAAAAAAA4U/1r-oG3AaAP8/s1600-h/KOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J4hbFKlaVJY/RyfmJnnpr7I/AAAAAAAAA4U/1r-oG3AaAP8/s320/KOL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127319753713102770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waterama is only a two hour drive-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J4hbFKlaVJY/Ryfl8nnpr6I/AAAAAAAAA4M/3wzDX2OSRio/s1600-h/waterama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J4hbFKlaVJY/Ryfl8nnpr6I/AAAAAAAAA4M/3wzDX2OSRio/s320/waterama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127319530374803362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I run, 1 minute walk from my apartment in Minneapolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_J4hbFKlaVJY/Ryflc3npr4I/AAAAAAAAA38/UYakg2F4yx0/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_J4hbFKlaVJY/Ryflc3npr4I/AAAAAAAAA38/UYakg2F4yx0/s320/snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127318984913956738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like seasons, and foliage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_J4hbFKlaVJY/RyfltHnpr5I/AAAAAAAAA4E/yrTuY8LJz2Y/s1600-h/Mississippi_River_Fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_J4hbFKlaVJY/RyfltHnpr5I/AAAAAAAAA4E/yrTuY8LJz2Y/s320/Mississippi_River_Fall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127319264086830994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the One Thing I Really Dont Like: Slush-  This shot was defintely taken in February, the worst month of all time in Minnesota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_J4hbFKlaVJY/RyfmZHnpr8I/AAAAAAAAA4c/pHcFd3AhK5g/s1600-h/minneapolis+slush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_J4hbFKlaVJY/RyfmZHnpr8I/AAAAAAAAA4c/pHcFd3AhK5g/s320/minneapolis+slush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127320020001075138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916939095528869857-1601544932786073861?l=mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com/feeds/1601544932786073861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916939095528869857&amp;postID=1601544932786073861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916939095528869857/posts/default/1601544932786073861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916939095528869857/posts/default/1601544932786073861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com/2007/10/picture-post.html' title='Picture Post'/><author><name>Jim Kuhn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J4hbFKlaVJY/RyfmJnnpr7I/AAAAAAAAA4U/1r-oG3AaAP8/s72-c/KOL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916939095528869857.post-1483959204951059027</id><published>2007-10-19T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T13:57:52.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Made It</title><content type='html'>After months of anticipation from one person, I am finally ready to make the leap towards being a typical, mnspeak-reading Minneapolis blogger.  This blog will mostly be me complaining about things, so pretty much it will be exactly like most other blogs you read.  Anyway, my significant other (schmoopie)&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will hate that I do this, but my hope is that a couple friends get a few laughs here and there.  Anyway, to start things off, I would like to link to my favorite blog &lt;a href="http://www.afterglide.com/2007/10/drive-smarter.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; of all time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916939095528869857-1483959204951059027?l=mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com/feeds/1483959204951059027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916939095528869857&amp;postID=1483959204951059027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916939095528869857/posts/default/1483959204951059027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916939095528869857/posts/default/1483959204951059027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrpoonmpls.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-made-it.html' title='I Made It'/><author><name>Jim Kuhn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
