<?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-6405074</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:49:09.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Village</title><subtitle type='html'>Come one! Come all! Hear the turkey call!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkeyvillage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405074/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkeyvillage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18025990431978291157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405074.post-107570115430672257</id><published>2004-02-02T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T21:33:34.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2004/EDUCATION/01/30/striking.evolution.ap/index.html"&gt;Read this and weep&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia considers banning word "evolution" from school curriculum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. What idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a brain, please run for your local school board!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405074-107570115430672257?l=turkeyvillage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405074/posts/default/107570115430672257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405074/posts/default/107570115430672257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkeyvillage.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107570115430672257' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18025990431978291157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405074.post-107566993758174375</id><published>2004-02-01T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T13:14:34.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's All Proportional &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though the number of posts I add to my blog page is exponentially proportional to the number of assignments I have to do at any give moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope this Super Bowl doesn't suck ass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405074-107566993758174375?l=turkeyvillage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405074/posts/default/107566993758174375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405074/posts/default/107566993758174375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkeyvillage.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107566993758174375' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18025990431978291157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405074.post-107551142857293971</id><published>2004-01-30T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T17:12:42.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night I had a couple of weird dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one that I can remember with some semblance of clarity was the one in which I was a giggolo in New York. I was walking along, near the Holland tunnel. Then, I had, in order to get back into the city, to pay the tollbooth person $5, but I gave him a $10 instead and felt dejected and broke, because that was my last big bill and he wouldn't give me change or return the bill to me. Then, a metallic cream-colored Escalade pulled up and rolled down its tinted windows slowly. Only, nobody was in the vehicle.... I started to run and ran through the tunnel and ended up on my street in Carlsbad, CA. I looked around frantically, but I couldn’t see because the neon lights of the signs on the streets clouded my vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second dream, the more disturbing one, was the one in which I think I was a psychologist or social worker. Tony's parents, or his close friends, or something, had called me in to look at him, because he had started using Heroin. All he did was shoot up and then sit in his room and pretend to play music, but his fingers never touched the keys and his instruments were all old and mistreated that no sound came out. It was almost Dickensian in the way that his room was covered in a type of cob-webb neglect. I couldn't even get him to look up. The only thing he looked at when his eyes were open was his arm and the needle he was plunging into it. I remember talking to a colleague about it, and feeling a profound and torturous sense of loss. Since we decided that he was a hopeless addict--and there was nothing more we could do. Pretty weird-sad stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I just write a shit load. If you don't want to read it, then don't. But please do! heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry about the not-so-good language. I try not to say things like that. Actually, I encourage people to not say things like that, but I can't think of a better word. Let me know if you have a better word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405074-107551142857293971?l=turkeyvillage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405074/posts/default/107551142857293971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405074/posts/default/107551142857293971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkeyvillage.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107551142857293971' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18025990431978291157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405074.post-107543970210930678</id><published>2004-01-29T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T21:17:27.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My cousin likes the movie Fools Rush In. I think it is because it parallels parts of her life (she is Filipino and is married to a Caucasian). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a part in the movie were Isabel and Alex are out in the mountains of Las Vegas. Isabel surprises Alex by managing to get Gray's Papaya hot dogs from New York. Naturally, being from California you would think that it must be some darn good hot dog if they are going to import it all the way from New York to Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it became our mission to find out. Off to Manhattan we went.&lt;br /&gt;Where is Gray's Papaya? How is it different from other hot dogs? Why the name? How did this establishment garner mention in a Sony movie picture? What is the deal?!&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like hot dogs so I would feel bad to pass judgment on something that I already do not like.&lt;br /&gt;So, to put it in my cousin's words.... It was just another hot dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405074-107543970210930678?l=turkeyvillage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405074/posts/default/107543970210930678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405074/posts/default/107543970210930678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkeyvillage.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107543970210930678' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18025990431978291157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405074.post-107544002453525961</id><published>2004-01-27T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T21:23:03.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have found a web site for us District denizen-bloggers! It's located at dcbloggers.com. Some great blogs for everyone to check out, and I think you really should. In addition, I added a comments tool courtesy of Haloscan. Feed me back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405074-107544002453525961?l=turkeyvillage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405074/posts/default/107544002453525961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405074/posts/default/107544002453525961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkeyvillage.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107544002453525961' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18025990431978291157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405074.post-107543958764013159</id><published>2004-01-25T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T21:18:18.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am such a dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the movies with Lissa a few nights ago. I figured I would drive since she drove last time. We had a few problems getting to the theater (traffic, pedestrians, parking, etc.). The real nightmare was after the movie. I flat out forgot where I parked my car! It was so cold and we had to walked around in circles for about twenty minutes until the lot started to thin out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there she was. . . . My little Toyota. It was nowhere near where I thought we parked. I apologized profusely for my stupidity. I was so embarrassed. Lissa said it happens to everyone. I think she was upset with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405074-107543958764013159?l=turkeyvillage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405074/posts/default/107543958764013159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405074/posts/default/107543958764013159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkeyvillage.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107543958764013159' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18025990431978291157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405074.post-107543948367926684</id><published>2004-01-17T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T21:18:54.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My uncle from Italy e-mails me jokes and political views. I mostly like the funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman walked into the kitchen to find her husband stalking around with a fly swatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?" She asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hunting Flies" He responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. Killing any?" She asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yep, 3 males, 2 Females," he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrigued, she asked. "How can you tell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He responded, "3 were on a beer can, 2 were on the phone." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha hmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405074-107543948367926684?l=turkeyvillage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405074/posts/default/107543948367926684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405074/posts/default/107543948367926684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkeyvillage.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107543948367926684' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18025990431978291157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405074.post-107543936509695692</id><published>2004-01-11T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T21:11:38.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, I have goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to build on my alcohol tolerance level. I guess I can't party like I used to.&lt;br /&gt;more on this later&lt;br /&gt;maybe &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405074-107543936509695692?l=turkeyvillage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405074/posts/default/107543936509695692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405074/posts/default/107543936509695692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkeyvillage.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107543936509695692' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18025990431978291157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405074.post-107543924292879278</id><published>2004-01-10T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T21:10:25.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't be scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I like to creep people out. It could be strangers or people I know. Nothing disgusting or anything. Just things that make them wonder if I am a little off or something. Like when I'm in church and it is time to hold hands or shake hands. I will either hold hands too long, too firmly, or shake vigorously. I also like to see how long I can talk in a monotone voice. I used to pretend to have a crush on somebody (people I would NEVER really consider) and play it on pretty thick until they get uncomfortable but that has backfired too many times. There are a lot of inconsistent things I do to make people uncomfortable and so many more that I think of but will never do for fear of being committed. I don't know why I do it. Maybe I am a little off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405074-107543924292879278?l=turkeyvillage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405074/posts/default/107543924292879278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405074/posts/default/107543924292879278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkeyvillage.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107543924292879278' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18025990431978291157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405074.post-107543910299957822</id><published>2004-01-08T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T21:07:15.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uh. . . what time is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the BEST things I EVER bought is an alarm clock that projects the time on the ceiling. This comes in handy for me because I have the tendency to turn off the alarm and go back to sleep. But now, I can place this alarm clock FAR from reach (so that I have to get up and walk over to shut the darn thing off) and STILL will be able to see the time in big numbers on the ceiling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405074-107543910299957822?l=turkeyvillage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405074/posts/default/107543910299957822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405074/posts/default/107543910299957822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkeyvillage.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107543910299957822' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18025990431978291157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405074.post-107543883720752356</id><published>2004-01-03T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T21:02:50.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today has been boring. That about sums it up. Check back tomorrow for a new post.. damn i need to come up with something more interesting than this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405074-107543883720752356?l=turkeyvillage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405074/posts/default/107543883720752356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405074/posts/default/107543883720752356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkeyvillage.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107543883720752356' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18025990431978291157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405074.post-107543874136925041</id><published>2004-01-02T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T21:01:14.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My New Webcam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got this damn webcam working. Its been ages since I last messed around with cameras. The thing runs off my laptop. I haven't got the compression stuff working yet so the image looks truely crappy and small, but hey. you can click it to get a constantly updating version. Woo Hoo. Its a bit spooky coz the camera has a red LED on the top that blinks on for a second or so while it takes an image, every minute, in the dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405074-107543874136925041?l=turkeyvillage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405074/posts/default/107543874136925041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405074/posts/default/107543874136925041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkeyvillage.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107543874136925041' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18025990431978291157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405074.post-107543793992101810</id><published>2003-12-28T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T20:49:37.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mike here at Turkey Village, U.S.A.! Sit back, relax and enjoy the bumpy ride. I will bring you news of life and love (if I find some). I have many stories to tell. Maybe even make a friend or two. I talk about many topics. Comments are always welcome. I love Washington!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405074-107543793992101810?l=turkeyvillage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405074/posts/default/107543793992101810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405074/posts/default/107543793992101810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkeyvillage.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107543793992101810' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18025990431978291157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
