<?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/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733548961444400399.post6741246289003882622..comments</id><updated>2009-02-19T08:43:01.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on In the Weird: Sour Grapes</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.intheweird.com/feeds/6741246289003882622/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733548961444400399/6741246289003882622/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.intheweird.com/2009/02/sour-grapes.html'/><author><name>woodeye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793757954266646700</uri><email>woodeyeglass@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733548961444400399.post-8692378420602789071</id><published>2009-02-19T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:42:00.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I kind of suspect that Time magazine was alw...</title><content type='html'>Well, I kind of suspect that Time magazine was always geared to eighth graders, but I didn't notice that when I was in eighth grade.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733548961444400399/6741246289003882622/comments/default/8692378420602789071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733548961444400399/6741246289003882622/comments/default/8692378420602789071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.intheweird.com/2009/02/sour-grapes.html?showComment=1235061720000#c8692378420602789071' title=''/><author><name>Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212364350265703322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04226080955887374264'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.intheweird.com/2009/02/sour-grapes.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733548961444400399.post-6741246289003882622' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733548961444400399/posts/default/6741246289003882622' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733548961444400399.post-3844170936196746539</id><published>2009-02-09T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:11:00.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indeed, all too true.  Though I will admit to enjo...</title><content type='html'>Indeed, all too true.  Though I will admit to enjoying Seinfeld... I believe it was precisely because it was a nice brainless, shallow show that took no effort to watch.  It was a show that was easy to watch with my parents as well, without confronting the harsh realities world about which we disagreed so completely.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733548961444400399/6741246289003882622/comments/default/3844170936196746539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733548961444400399/6741246289003882622/comments/default/3844170936196746539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.intheweird.com/2009/02/sour-grapes.html?showComment=1234213860000#c3844170936196746539' title=''/><author><name>woodeye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793757954266646700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08601910092398516623'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.intheweird.com/2009/02/sour-grapes.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733548961444400399.post-6741246289003882622' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733548961444400399/posts/default/6741246289003882622' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733548961444400399.post-1119264529356215332</id><published>2009-02-08T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:17:00.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With the advent of the internet, apparently even t...</title><content type='html'>With the advent of the internet, apparently even the oldest print magazines have decided to have the artistic merit and intellectual heft of &lt;I&gt;USA Today&lt;/I&gt;.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733548961444400399/6741246289003882622/comments/default/1119264529356215332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733548961444400399/6741246289003882622/comments/default/1119264529356215332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.intheweird.com/2009/02/sour-grapes.html?showComment=1234142220000#c1119264529356215332' title=''/><author><name>Comrade Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11393718048145784837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.intheweird.com/2009/02/sour-grapes.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733548961444400399.post-6741246289003882622' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733548961444400399/posts/default/6741246289003882622' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>