<?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-8014877</id><updated>2011-08-07T04:41:35.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vali's Views</title><subtitle type='html'>Sometimes Wrong. &lt;i&gt;Always&lt;/i&gt; Controversial.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-2575236898641893771</id><published>2008-11-26T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:07:30.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Lived in Metropolis When A Supervillan Attacked</title><content type='html'>Come on, people.  I only have an hour for lunch and I'd rather not spend half of it in the street, fighting my way through another one of these scared mobs.  So if I could just get through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh, my God!  I can't believe this is happening!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?  This sort of thing happens in Metropolis all the time.  That's why everyone thought I was crazy when I transferred here from the London office of my strategy consulting firm.  Just within the last month a giant meteor has threatened to kill us all, four different mind-control chemicals have been released into the water supply, and Lois Lane has been kidnapped six hundred times.  So frankly, I'm not surprised by what is happening.  In fact, I'm surprised that you're surprised.  Just to be clear: we are both surprised, but for very different reasons.  Your reason is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We can't let all those innocent people die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, pal.  I was just talking about this situation with the lady behind you.  I don't want to appear callous here, but I think history has taught us that we don't need to worry.  How many innocent people have ever been killed by one of these "diabolical masterminds?"  That's right, none.  Every single person is saved every single time.  Yet, you people always work yourself into a terrified frenzy.  Why?  You're just giving the villains what they want: fear, panic, hysteria.  They love that stuff.  I bet we'd see a significant decline in criminal masterplans if people just ignored these bald cries for attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Look! Up in the sky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally. Why does this guy always have to be so dramatic? I've lived in Metropolis for fifteen years now and never once has the "Man of Steel" showed up before the last possible minute…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It's a bird!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What!? Are we seriously going to go through this charade? A crowd of five-thousand people is transfixed on a giant clock counting down to zero seconds, when Lex Luthor's death missile will shoot out a million tiny spinning saw blades followed by a shower of salt and an atomic explosion. LEX LUTHOR. The name mean anything to you? He's sort of a big deal when it comes to trying to kill people. Given all this, you think someone pointed up to the sky to let everybody know that a bird is flying overhead? Number One: Why would anybody care about that when we're all about to be murdered? Number Two: THERE ARE BIRDS IN THE SKY ALL THE TIME! Why would anyone bother to call that out? When you're walking down the street do you stop people and say, "Hey, check out that grass – it's green!" No. Because that would be stupid. My point is, the bird thing is just that stupid. I might not be explaining myself as clearly as possible here, but that's okay because reason Number One - we're all about to be murdered - is really the more important reason why you're a dolt….oh, I just thought of another one! Number Three: Birds don't wear red capes… Though I suppose the thing in the sky does look like a blue bird with a red back. A bird matching that description might exist. I don't really know a lot about birds. It seems unlikely though. Anyways, like I said, reason Number One is the main part of my argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It's a plane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me? I thought the last guy was dumb, but you sir, are in many ways much dumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I've got it. It's a plane that's been painted to appear like a bird!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is getting ridiculous. United and American are the only airlines that service the Metropolis airport and neither paint their planes to look like birds. I should know. I fly a lot for my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The bird-plane is coming towards us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S BECAUSE IT'S SUPERMAN YOU IDIOTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I can't believe Lex Luthor has captured Superman and has imprisoned him in that building, because we could really use him to save our lives right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, what? Is this true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yes, it was announced a few minutes before that guy yelled to look up in the sky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... He would be really helpful for stopping the missles that bird-plane is shooting at us right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We're all going to die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-2575236898641893771?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/2575236898641893771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=2575236898641893771' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/2575236898641893771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/2575236898641893771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-i-lived-in-metropolis-when.html' title='If I Lived in Metropolis When A Supervillan Attacked'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-8717848263548872552</id><published>2008-06-12T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:59:03.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gc_KBecrLME/SFE_5DyR1CI/AAAAAAAABSw/6yV6DDbKuQo/s1600-h/l11616128003_754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gc_KBecrLME/SFE_5DyR1CI/AAAAAAAABSw/6yV6DDbKuQo/s200/l11616128003_754.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211016493345657890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ridiculous Race comes out on July 8th, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn more, see Steve and Vali on Last Call with Carson Daily, and become a fan, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Ridiculous-Race/11616128003"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-8717848263548872552?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/8717848263548872552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=8717848263548872552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/8717848263548872552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/8717848263548872552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2008/06/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon!'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gc_KBecrLME/SFE_5DyR1CI/AAAAAAAABSw/6yV6DDbKuQo/s72-c/l11616128003_754.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-7985870032239237918</id><published>2007-10-16T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T00:56:26.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Views in Other Venues</title><content type='html'>@ the New Republic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tnr.com/politics/story.html?id=3f4db5a4-8067-407c-84e9-a39a1c0daba1"&gt;The Secret GOP Strategy to Keep Larry Craig From Showing Up At Work.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-7985870032239237918?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/7985870032239237918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=7985870032239237918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/7985870032239237918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/7985870032239237918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2007/10/views-in-other-venues.html' title='Views in Other Venues'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-6885525922463507842</id><published>2007-07-01T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T19:14:36.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Less Innocent, More Abroad</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/chandras03/ValiSRidiculousRacePhotosPartI"&gt;beginning &lt;/a&gt;of the Ridiculous Race. And the &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/chandras03/ValiSRidiculousRacePhotosPartII"&gt;end &lt;/a&gt;of Steve Hely?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-6885525922463507842?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/6885525922463507842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=6885525922463507842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/6885525922463507842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/6885525922463507842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2007/07/less-innocent-more-abroad.html' title='Less Innocent, More Abroad'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-8164043684472786985</id><published>2007-03-04T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:59:03.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar Fashion Misses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gc_KBecrLME/Ret-sw1Em9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HW3AsTqXa4E/s1600-h/cliveowen_oscars_2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gc_KBecrLME/Ret-sw1Em9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HW3AsTqXa4E/s320/cliveowen_oscars_2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038259915630877650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What was Clive Owen thinking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-8164043684472786985?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/8164043684472786985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=8164043684472786985' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/8164043684472786985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/8164043684472786985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2007/03/oscar-fashion-misses.html' title='Oscar Fashion Misses'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gc_KBecrLME/Ret-sw1Em9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HW3AsTqXa4E/s72-c/cliveowen_oscars_2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-116608445825725201</id><published>2006-12-14T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T00:22:32.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vali Grants Rare Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://riffmarket.blogspot.com/2006/12/year-in-riffs-vali-chandrasekaran.html"&gt;Here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-116608445825725201?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/116608445825725201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=116608445825725201' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/116608445825725201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/116608445825725201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2006/12/vali-grants-rare-interview.html' title='Vali Grants Rare Interview'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-116364840852453993</id><published>2006-11-15T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T19:44:59.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My National Book Award Submission (Fiction Category)</title><content type='html'>He looked me straight in the eye and said, “I know someone who would kill you for a hundred bucks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t really afford it, but you’re really pissing me off right now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s too bad,” I replied. “I have a coupon that lets you have someone killed for fifty bucks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’d give it to you if you weren’t being such a jerk right now.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I just watched the look on his face as he tried to decide if he should be nice to me for a bit, in order to get the coupon, or if he should just storm off and overdraw his bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He chose the nice option and a couple hours later I was dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-116364840852453993?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/116364840852453993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=116364840852453993' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/116364840852453993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/116364840852453993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-national-book-award-submission.html' title='My National Book Award Submission (Fiction Category)'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-116319511339000217</id><published>2006-11-10T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T13:46:25.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>A frustrating thing about being a serial killer must be how, on birthdays, everyone gives you murdering equipment as gifts.  It's like, "Hey guys, I've killed twenty-three people over a ten&lt;br /&gt;year period, but I go bowling EVERY tuesday.  How about a few pairs of athletic socks or something."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-116319511339000217?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/116319511339000217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=116319511339000217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/116319511339000217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/116319511339000217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2006/11/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-116313356961113169</id><published>2006-11-09T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T20:39:29.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Day in History</title><content type='html'>On this day one-hundred years ago, my grandfather challenged the Devil to a harmonica contest.   I'm not allowed to say exactly what happened, but I can say that one week later, my grandfather was the only roofing contractor left alive in his town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-116313356961113169?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/116313356961113169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=116313356961113169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/116313356961113169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/116313356961113169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-day-in-history.html' title='This Day in History'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-116241758823738111</id><published>2006-11-01T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T19:42:38.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Issac Newton</title><content type='html'>Sir Issac Newton said about his discovery of gravity, "I stood on the shoulders of giants." Then the "genius" went on to explain that things fall. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey Newton, stop putzing around and tell us more about these giants!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-116241758823738111?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/116241758823738111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=116241758823738111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/116241758823738111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/116241758823738111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2006/11/sir-issac-newton.html' title='Sir Issac Newton'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-116192862965804871</id><published>2006-10-26T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T22:57:09.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Non-fiction Vali's View</title><content type='html'>Overheard at Barnes &amp; Noble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Man #1:  They've got a lot of great books here.&lt;br /&gt;Old Man #2:  They really do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:  Old Man #1 and Old Man #2 met each other for the first time, seconds before the above exchange took place, in the Barnes &amp; Noble check-out line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-116192862965804871?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/116192862965804871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=116192862965804871' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/116192862965804871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/116192862965804871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2006/10/special-non-fiction-valis-view.html' title='Special Non-fiction Vali&apos;s View'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-116179226002335411</id><published>2006-10-25T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T09:04:20.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat News</title><content type='html'>I bet if most people heard that cats had set up their own 24-hour cable news network, they'd expect the cats to do a lot of news stories about balls of yarn, especially threatening dogs, and catnip.  But I bet what would actually happen is the cats would just stand around meowing and licking themselves, like a bunch of morons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-116179226002335411?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/116179226002335411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=116179226002335411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/116179226002335411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/116179226002335411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2006/10/cat-news.html' title='Cat News'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-115994698625243051</id><published>2006-10-04T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T00:29:46.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocents Abroad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kodakgallery.com/Slideshow.jsp?mode=fromshare&amp;Uc=odp8i29.wxv79ox&amp;amp;Uy=alyj5r&amp;amp;Ux=0"&gt;Vali's Views goes multimedia.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-115994698625243051?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/115994698625243051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=115994698625243051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/115994698625243051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/115994698625243051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2006/10/innocents-abroad.html' title='Innocents Abroad'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-113573246343447932</id><published>2005-12-27T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T17:27:38.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Only Way It Could Have Happened</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;INT. MONSTERS INCORPORATED HEADQUARTERS- DAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAMES, an ambitious but unpolished twenty-year-old, bursts through the front door and addresses WINTHORP, the president of the New Monsters Division of Monsters Inc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JAMES:&lt;/b&gt; Sir, I have created I monster that I think would be of great interest to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WINTHORP:&lt;/b&gt; Get outta here, kid. I’ve gotta business to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;J:&lt;/b&gt; Just hear me out, Sir. I call him Dracula. He’s a fanged count who lives in a coffin and whose only source of life is the warm blood of human beings. Deathly allergic to sunlight, he must hunt by night and he is able to transform himself into a bat at will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;W:&lt;/b&gt; You’re a moron, kid. If you wouldn’t mind letting yourself out, that’d be real nice. Some of us have work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;J:&lt;/b&gt; Garlic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;W:&lt;/b&gt; What did you just say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;J:&lt;/b&gt; Dracula is also afraid of garlic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[WINTHORP looks JAMES up and down as a smile crosses his face.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;W:&lt;/b&gt; Somebody get this kid a desk and the biggest office we’ve got!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-113573246343447932?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/113573246343447932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=113573246343447932' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/113573246343447932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/113573246343447932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2005/12/only-way-it-could-have-happened.html' title='The Only Way It Could Have Happened'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-112771631433197477</id><published>2005-09-25T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T23:31:54.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Million dollar publishing tip</title><content type='html'>Every book of quotations should be titled "Smart People Saying Stupid Things."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-112771631433197477?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/112771631433197477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=112771631433197477' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/112771631433197477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/112771631433197477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2005/09/million-dollar-publishing-tip.html' title='Million dollar publishing tip'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-112225980488002294</id><published>2005-07-24T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T20:12:38.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The search continues</title><content type='html'>If anyone knows of an establishment where like-minded gentlemen can gather to jazzercize &lt;em&gt;without any sexual tension&lt;/em&gt; please let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-112225980488002294?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/112225980488002294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=112225980488002294' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/112225980488002294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/112225980488002294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2005/07/search-continues.html' title='The search continues'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-112184334767345658</id><published>2005-07-20T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T00:09:07.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World's greatest dad II</title><content type='html'>This morning, I saw the world's greatest dad. Even more amazing, that mug somehow fathered a child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-112184334767345658?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/112184334767345658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=112184334767345658' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/112184334767345658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/112184334767345658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2005/07/worlds-greatest-dad-ii_20.html' title='World&apos;s greatest dad II'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-112176115186965072</id><published>2005-07-19T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T01:20:06.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard at the doctor's office</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Doctor:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm afraid I have some bad news. Due to complications during the birth of your son...er, I mean daughter...wait, which one has the penis? I was right the first time wasn't I?Anyways due to complications during the birth, I'm afraid your wife has passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wife:&lt;/strong&gt; Hi, honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doctor:&lt;/strong&gt; I'll be honest. I'm baffled right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-112176115186965072?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/112176115186965072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=112176115186965072' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/112176115186965072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/112176115186965072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2005/07/overheard-at-doctors-office.html' title='Overheard at the doctor&apos;s office'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-112128288059973485</id><published>2005-07-13T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T09:27:30.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspicious package</title><content type='html'>Pedestrians in Pine Green Park spotted a suspicious package yesterday. It exploded before police could arrive. Now we will probably never know what was in that package.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-112128288059973485?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/112128288059973485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=112128288059973485' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/112128288059973485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/112128288059973485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2005/07/suspicious-package.html' title='Suspicious package'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-111595534018783516</id><published>2005-05-12T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T20:35:40.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do the math, people</title><content type='html'>It's crazy that people think that, "one in the hand is worth two in the bush." I mean on one hand you have one thing, while on the other you have two things &lt;em&gt;and a bush&lt;/em&gt;. That's a total of three things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-111595534018783516?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/111595534018783516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=111595534018783516' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/111595534018783516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/111595534018783516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2005/05/do-math-people.html' title='Do the math, people'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-111464437076572827</id><published>2005-04-27T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T16:26:10.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat ugly scientists</title><content type='html'>Whenever I see a really fat and ugly scientist I always think to myself, "I bet that guy is really close to inventing an invisibility potion."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-111464437076572827?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/111464437076572827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=111464437076572827' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/111464437076572827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/111464437076572827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2005/04/fat-ugly-scientists.html' title='Fat ugly scientists'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-111446359149648428</id><published>2005-04-25T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T14:13:11.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twins</title><content type='html'>The best thing about having twins is probably all of the money you save from not having to buy a "decoy kid."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-111446359149648428?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/111446359149648428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=111446359149648428' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/111446359149648428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/111446359149648428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2005/04/twins.html' title='Twins'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-111388749460341180</id><published>2005-04-18T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T22:12:33.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The way I see it #44</title><content type='html'>"Almost any liquid can be effectively transported using water-bottles." - Vali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The view expressed above is that of Vali and does not necessarily reflect the views of &lt;em&gt;Vali's Views&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-111388749460341180?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/111388749460341180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=111388749460341180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/111388749460341180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/111388749460341180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2005/04/way-i-see-it-44.html' title='The way I see it #44'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-111268444939680512</id><published>2005-04-04T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T00:00:49.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duel</title><content type='html'>If ever challeneged to a duel and asked to name my weapon of choice, I'd request a plastic rake. That would make everyone think I was really brazen. And my fierce display of bravado would probably send a chill of terror down my opponent's spine. Also, most people do not have plastic rakes readily avaliable. So that would buy me ample time to run away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-111268444939680512?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/111268444939680512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=111268444939680512' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/111268444939680512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/111268444939680512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2005/04/duel.html' title='Duel'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-111209055377742831</id><published>2005-03-29T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T02:02:33.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not sure if I stole this</title><content type='html'>If I like white milk better than chocolate milk, does that make me lactose intolerant?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-111209055377742831?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/111209055377742831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=111209055377742831' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/111209055377742831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/111209055377742831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2005/03/not-sure-if-i-stole-this.html' title='Not sure if I stole this'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-111170647957973017</id><published>2005-03-24T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T15:21:19.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desert Island</title><content type='html'>I'm always surprised at the responses when I ask people, "what book would you want with you if you were stranded on a desert island?" People say, "The Great Gatsby" or "Ulysses" or some other equally stupid answer. Are these people serious? The book I would take would be far bigger and more raftlike. Perhaps even have a canopy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-111170647957973017?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/111170647957973017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=111170647957973017' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/111170647957973017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/111170647957973017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2005/03/desert-island.html' title='Desert Island'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-111039252727920511</id><published>2005-03-09T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T10:56:31.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On education</title><content type='html'>When you see a wolf that has been raised by people, like at a zoo, it acts like a regular wolf. On the other hand when you see a person who was raised by a pack of wolves, it's weird because he looks like a person but acts like a wolf. This leads me to believe that wolves must be great teachers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-111039252727920511?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/111039252727920511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=111039252727920511' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/111039252727920511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/111039252727920511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2005/03/on-education.html' title='On education'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-111025255570199406</id><published>2005-03-07T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T19:29:15.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the Godel of slang</title><content type='html'>I don’t think it’s right for both “dough” and “bread” to be slang terms for money. Dough can be turned into bread. If someone says, “I need some bread,” I’ll give him some money. And if someone says, “Can you spare me some dough,” I’ll give him some stock tips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-111025255570199406?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/111025255570199406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=111025255570199406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/111025255570199406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/111025255570199406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-am-godel-of-slang.html' title='I am the Godel of slang'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-110975243025900956</id><published>2005-03-02T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T00:33:50.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My best get-rich quick scheme to date</title><content type='html'>In the future, I bet a big problem for guys will be: girls wanting to have sex with clones of their boyfriends rather than their actual boyfriends. That’s why I’ve trademarked the phrase, “One clone with extra-small penis, please.”&lt;sup&gt;TM&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just sit back and wait for the millions to roll in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-110975243025900956?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/110975243025900956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=110975243025900956' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110975243025900956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110975243025900956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-best-get-rich-quick-scheme-to-date.html' title='My best get-rich quick scheme to date'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-110918855475696373</id><published>2005-02-23T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T11:55:54.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accidental identity theft</title><content type='html'>Last week I was trying to order something from QVC when the sales representative asked for my credit card number. I don’t have a credit card, but I didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of the QVC sales rep. So I told him my number was “0000 0000 0000 0001.” The next day I was arrested for stealing the CEO of American Express’s identity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-110918855475696373?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/110918855475696373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=110918855475696373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110918855475696373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110918855475696373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2005/02/accidental-identity-theft.html' title='Accidental identity theft'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-110806448626398885</id><published>2005-02-10T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T11:41:26.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not worth the trip</title><content type='html'>My son thinks it would be fun to go back in time and see the dinosaurs.  But scientists tell us that most dinosaurs were in bed by 9PM. What’s my son going to do after that? Sit at the bar by himself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-110806448626398885?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/110806448626398885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=110806448626398885' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110806448626398885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110806448626398885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2005/02/not-worth-trip.html' title='Not worth the trip'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-110789033612485736</id><published>2005-02-08T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T11:18:56.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flooding</title><content type='html'>I haven’t done a lot of research into this, but I’m pretty sure 90% of flooding is caused by fields of grass on hunger strikes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-110789033612485736?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/110789033612485736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=110789033612485736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110789033612485736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110789033612485736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2005/02/flooding.html' title='Flooding'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-110763261531560945</id><published>2005-02-05T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T11:43:35.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Score one for the frogs</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, a princess happened upon a peculiar looking frog. "An evil witch has placed a curse upon me," croaked the frog. "If you kiss me, I shall return to my original form," he added. The princess complied and the frog, true to his word, revealed himself to be a dashingly handsome prince. The two lived happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after this story became well known, princesses all over Europe could be seen on the outskirts of marshes, fucking the brains out of frog after frog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-110763261531560945?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/110763261531560945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=110763261531560945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110763261531560945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110763261531560945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2005/02/score-one-for-frogs.html' title='Score one for the frogs'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-110749883583098858</id><published>2005-02-03T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T23:55:43.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough sugarcoating of the truth</title><content type='html'>They say, "video killed the radio star." What they don't tell you is that the radio stars struck first, killing a group of silent movie stars just to hear what it &lt;em&gt;sounded&lt;/em&gt; like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-110749883583098858?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/110749883583098858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=110749883583098858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110749883583098858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110749883583098858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2005/02/enough-sugarcoating-of-truth.html' title='Enough sugarcoating of the truth'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-110741519578158530</id><published>2005-02-02T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T23:19:55.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journalistic integrity</title><content type='html'>Whenever my local TV reporter is doing a story about an orphanage fire that killed dozens of children, she always ends with: "We'll never know if one of those poor children could have grown up to cure cancer." When I hear that, I always want to add, "and, though it's statistically more probable, we'll also never know if one of those kids could have grown up to kill and eat his wife."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-110741519578158530?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/110741519578158530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=110741519578158530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110741519578158530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110741519578158530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2005/02/journalistic-integrity.html' title='Journalistic integrity'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-110724565266589652</id><published>2005-02-01T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T09:30:45.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>World's greatest dad</title><content type='html'>If they ever really start giving out a "World's Greatest Dad" award, I hope the first winner is a guy who has been impotent since birth. -- just to let everyone know, "we're going to have some fun with this."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-110724565266589652?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/110724565266589652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=110724565266589652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110724565266589652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110724565266589652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2005/02/worlds-greatest-dad.html' title='World&apos;s greatest dad'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-110719891264050740</id><published>2005-01-31T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T11:15:12.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First date</title><content type='html'>If you’re ever on a first date that’s going poorly, a good idea is to tell the girl that the earth is going to be destroyed by a giant meteor in 30 minutes. Not wanting to die alone, your date will probably smooch you for a while. Then if the earth actually is destroyed by a giant meteor, you’ll seem really smart. That’d probably guarantee you a second date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-110719891264050740?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/110719891264050740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=110719891264050740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110719891264050740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110719891264050740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2005/01/first-date.html' title='First date'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-110668312195186889</id><published>2005-01-25T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T11:58:41.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody liked Alexander Graham Bell</title><content type='html'>Alexander Graham Bell invented the telephone in 1876. However, he didn't know if the invention worked or not until 1880, because everyone kept giving him fake phone numbers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-110668312195186889?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/110668312195186889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=110668312195186889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110668312195186889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110668312195186889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2005/01/nobody-liked-alexander-graham-bell.html' title='Nobody liked Alexander Graham Bell'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-110659935036839301</id><published>2005-01-24T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T12:44:21.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One thing Anheuser Bush can do to save the earth</title><content type='html'>Environmentalists recommend cutting up plastic six-pack rings so sea birds don't get caught in them and die. A better idea is: sea bird shaped beer cans. Then as garbage floats though an oil spill that is being burned off the water, a cleanup worker may be rewarded with the sight of 6 sea birds gracefully swooping through 6 flaming enviromentally friendly "rings." That should bring a tear of joy to even the most callous environmentalist's eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-110659935036839301?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/110659935036839301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=110659935036839301' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110659935036839301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110659935036839301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2005/01/one-thing-anheuser-bush-can-do-to-save.html' title='One thing Anheuser Bush can do to save the earth'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-110565286845967015</id><published>2005-01-13T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T13:47:48.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cobra bite</title><content type='html'>If you ever get bitten by a King Cobra, try drinking a crisp refreshing glass of Lipton iced-tea. I don't think this will save you, but I just bought a bunch of Lipton stock so at least your death won't be in vain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-110565286845967015?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/110565286845967015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=110565286845967015' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110565286845967015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110565286845967015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2005/01/cobra-bite.html' title='Cobra bite'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-110554816361292863</id><published>2005-01-12T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T08:44:29.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're welcome, future son</title><content type='html'>During the birth of my next son I'm going to be right there, with a gun aimed right between his eyes, firing off a couple of blanks. I figure, the early brush with death will allow him to live his whole life with a "new lease on life."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-110554816361292863?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/110554816361292863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=110554816361292863' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110554816361292863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110554816361292863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2005/01/youre-welcome-future-son.html' title='You&apos;re welcome, future son'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-110518855177242392</id><published>2005-01-08T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T04:50:07.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Concert</title><content type='html'>No matter how bad the band was, everyone fondly remembers his or her first concert. My first concert was a Christmas day show in Hanoi. (I was travelling at the time.) It was an avant-garde show; I, and all of the other singers, wore handcuffs and blindfolds while our captors kept time with gunshots. Sure, later concerts may have featured better music but there was something unique about that first show that I haven't felt since.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-110518855177242392?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/110518855177242392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=110518855177242392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110518855177242392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110518855177242392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2005/01/first-concert.html' title='First Concert'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-110381697515953547</id><published>2004-12-23T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T07:51:13.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squirrels</title><content type='html'>As I watched the squirrel store up acorns, one-by-one, for the coming winter, I realized that the squirrel and I had a lot in common. Both of us live in California. Neither of us has a job. (Probably due to racism.) And finally, both of us love fucking other squirrels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-110381697515953547?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/110381697515953547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=110381697515953547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110381697515953547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110381697515953547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/12/squirrels.html' title='Squirrels'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-110327523417440031</id><published>2004-12-17T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T01:20:34.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things just never change</title><content type='html'>Though the number of arranged marriages in India has declined in recent years, arranged gay marriages are as popular as ever. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-110327523417440031?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/110327523417440031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=110327523417440031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110327523417440031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110327523417440031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/12/some-things-just-never-change.html' title='Some things just never change'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-110315304522199598</id><published>2004-12-15T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T22:14:39.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broadway's new ad campaign suggestion</title><content type='html'>Plays: For people not interested in &lt;em&gt;being interested&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-110315304522199598?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/110315304522199598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=110315304522199598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110315304522199598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110315304522199598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/12/broadways-new-ad-campaign-suggestion.html' title='Broadway&apos;s new ad campaign suggestion'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-110300167219761845</id><published>2004-12-13T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T21:23:36.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The year's top local news stories</title><content type='html'>News Category winner:&lt;br /&gt;"Hundreds Found Dead in Local Cemetary"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Op-Ed category winner:&lt;br /&gt;"Was the 3rd Grade Sock Puppet Play Racist Against Cats?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classified category winner:&lt;br /&gt;"Several previously owned used items 4 sale. Shit, I think I am most definetly going to run out of letters. What!? I'm not going to pay that much for extra spa-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-110300167219761845?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/110300167219761845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=110300167219761845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110300167219761845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110300167219761845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/12/years-top-local-news-stories.html' title='The year&apos;s top local news stories'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-110274285802115249</id><published>2004-12-10T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T21:37:13.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death bed</title><content type='html'>A good trick to play on your deathbed, is to take a large object in your hand and make it disappear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-110274285802115249?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/110274285802115249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=110274285802115249' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110274285802115249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110274285802115249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/12/death-bed.html' title='Death bed'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-110161221850434870</id><published>2004-11-27T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T19:23:38.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You heard it here first</title><content type='html'>Early exit polls indicate that the most popular insult of 2004 will be "dick-a-lope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useage example:&lt;br /&gt;(Setting: almost anywhere)&lt;br /&gt;ME: Zach has been quite a dick-a-lope as of late.&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER PERSON: What?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-110161221850434870?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/110161221850434870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=110161221850434870' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110161221850434870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110161221850434870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/11/you-heard-it-here-first.html' title='You heard it here first'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-110135741217695568</id><published>2004-11-24T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T08:56:00.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A proposition</title><content type='html'>I think a better, more accurate, name for velcro wallets would be "pussy magnets."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-110135741217695568?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/110135741217695568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=110135741217695568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110135741217695568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110135741217695568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/11/proposition.html' title='A proposition'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-110116036776474591</id><published>2004-11-22T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T13:52:47.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your dolphin...</title><content type='html'>I don't know how dolphins developed this reputation of being so smart. Most of the dolphins I know are so stupid that if you told them it was "chilly outside" they'd go grab a bowl and a spoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-110116036776474591?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/110116036776474591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=110116036776474591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110116036776474591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110116036776474591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/11/your-dolphin.html' title='Your dolphin...'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-110080630355462948</id><published>2004-11-18T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T11:31:43.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reader Mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Dear VALI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     This is to notify you that your Verizon Avenue statement dated Oct 26, 2004 is available to view on-line at www.verizonvoyager.com/support_customer_service &lt;http://www.verizonvoyager.com/support_customer_service.asp&gt;.  You can view, print and pay your bill online 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.  Please remember that you will continue receiving your paper bill in the mail.  Thank you for being a Verizon Avenue customer.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Verizon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure which post you're referring to. Please be more specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours in Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Vali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-110080630355462948?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/110080630355462948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=110080630355462948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110080630355462948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110080630355462948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/11/reader-mail.html' title='Reader Mail'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-110072771800099309</id><published>2004-11-17T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T13:41:58.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gambling</title><content type='html'>If you ever gamble your wife away in a game of poker, don’t panic. Remember, you’re on the market again and you’re going to have to act cool to impress the ladies. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-110072771800099309?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/110072771800099309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=110072771800099309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110072771800099309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110072771800099309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/11/gambling.html' title='Gambling'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-110056324341582216</id><published>2004-11-15T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T16:00:43.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New element discovered</title><content type='html'>Cambridge, Massachusetts (AP) – Harvard University scientists announced the discovery of a new element today. The element was discovered when the scientists were looking at a periodic table and noticed a square, labeled Ununpentium, which they hadn’t noticed before. The scientists responded to questions about the properties of the new element with shrugs and, occasionally, swear words directed at the questioner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-110056324341582216?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/110056324341582216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=110056324341582216' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110056324341582216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110056324341582216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/11/new-element-discovered.html' title='New element discovered'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-110028440450853025</id><published>2004-11-12T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T10:33:24.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxing referee</title><content type='html'>I bet that if you're a boxing referee and you get a new roomate, the first time the new roomate sees you in your refereeing tuxedo he'd say, "Looking sharp. Big date tonight?" Then you would say, "Nope. Just got to make sure these two guys beat the shit out of each other."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-110028440450853025?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/110028440450853025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=110028440450853025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110028440450853025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110028440450853025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/11/boxing-referee.html' title='Boxing referee'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-110007460482154777</id><published>2004-11-10T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T00:16:44.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tip</title><content type='html'>If you're a crazy drunk hobo, try slipping your penis outside of your pants the next time you need to urinate. It will only take a fraction of a second, and you'll notice the lifestyle improvement almost immediately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-110007460482154777?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/110007460482154777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=110007460482154777' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110007460482154777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/110007460482154777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/11/tip.html' title='A tip'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109942178429899070</id><published>2004-11-02T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T10:56:24.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patrick Henry</title><content type='html'>Historians in Massachusetts recently discovered that Patrick Henry’s famous “Give me liberty, or give me death” demand was actually the first line from the following advertising jingle, which the great patriot wrote and performed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Give me liberty, or give me death&lt;br /&gt;Neither are as bad, as really bad breath&lt;br /&gt;So buy some Altoids down at Seth’s &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109942178429899070?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109942178429899070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109942178429899070' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109942178429899070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109942178429899070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/11/patrick-henry.html' title='Patrick Henry'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109908295774898421</id><published>2004-10-29T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T13:49:17.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aliens</title><content type='html'>If an alien ever comes up to you and says, “take me to your leader,” you should respond, “you’re talking to him,” because the alien is probably just trying to deliver a package. And hey, free package!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109908295774898421?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109908295774898421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109908295774898421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109908295774898421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109908295774898421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/10/aliens.html' title='Aliens'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109901722701753911</id><published>2004-10-28T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T19:36:09.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn from my mistake</title><content type='html'>Before the anesthesia kicks in, make sure the doctor understands that when you say you want a "bigger penis," you mean that you want your existing penis to be made larger, not that you want a second, slightly larger, penis to be added.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109901722701753911?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109901722701753911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109901722701753911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109901722701753911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109901722701753911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/10/learn-from-my-mistake.html' title='Learn from my mistake'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109875751454769888</id><published>2004-10-25T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T19:25:14.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>War</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I saw a bumper sticker that read, "War is not the answer." That seems a little presumptuous, don't you think? What if the question is, "What is a three letter word for a fight between armies?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109875751454769888?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109875751454769888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109875751454769888' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109875751454769888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109875751454769888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/10/war.html' title='War'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109829580107084460</id><published>2004-10-20T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T11:31:42.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobel Peace Prize</title><content type='html'>I think a good way to select the winner of the Nobel Peace Prize would be to bring the two finalists up and tell them that the winner will be determined by a wrestling match. The wrestling match would, obviously, be great. After a couple of minutes one of the nominees would pin the other and the crowd would go crazy. Then, someone could quiet the crowd down and announce, “Actually, the loser of the wrestling match is the greater lover of peace. The Nobel Prize goes to him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know this plan isn't foolproof. So, if someone else has a better plan to get the Nobel Peace Prize awarded to Steve Urkel, I'm all ears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109829580107084460?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109829580107084460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109829580107084460' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109829580107084460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109829580107084460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/10/nobel-peace-prize.html' title='Nobel Peace Prize'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109813883990423070</id><published>2004-10-18T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T15:33:59.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The timing seemed right</title><content type='html'>I never saw Dad happier than the day my little sister was born. I remember sitting in the waiting room when he came out, with a huge smile on his face, to deliver the news. After a few shouts of congratulations, one of my dad’s buddies slapped him on the back, shook his hand and said, “It’s about time you lost your virginity!” I was eleven years old at the time, so I knew what this meant and, needless to say, I was a little perplexed. Then Dad let out a laugh, looked me in the eye and, with a wink, explained, "Vali, you were adopted."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109813883990423070?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109813883990423070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109813883990423070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109813883990423070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109813883990423070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/10/timing-seemed-right.html' title='The timing seemed right'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109797185776434028</id><published>2004-10-16T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T17:14:00.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Potion</title><content type='html'>When my ten-year-old son told me he had invented a perfume that would make anyone who smelled it fall hopelessly in love with him, I had to laugh. That kid of mine. He's so naive and imaginative and, I just noticed this, really sexy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109797185776434028?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109797185776434028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109797185776434028' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109797185776434028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109797185776434028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/10/love-potion.html' title='Love Potion'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109786860913131944</id><published>2004-10-15T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T12:30:09.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Astronauts</title><content type='html'>I just thought of this good trick to play on a group of astronauts: While the astronauts are in space, everyone should glue two antennae to his or her head. Then when the astronauts return, we could tell them that the world was taken over by aliens and that they will be getting antennae soon too. After a few hours we would let the astronauts in on the joke, but not before buying all of their hats off them at bargain prices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109786860913131944?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109786860913131944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109786860913131944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109786860913131944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109786860913131944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/10/astronauts.html' title='Astronauts'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109781053570456587</id><published>2004-10-14T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T20:23:42.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My wedding</title><content type='html'>I don’t want to force everyone to re-live last evening, but I really think that when a priest tells you the wedding will be black tie, he should note that other articles of clothing are also required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109781053570456587?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109781053570456587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109781053570456587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109781053570456587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109781053570456587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-wedding.html' title='My wedding'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109769075575268711</id><published>2004-10-13T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T11:07:26.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think about the shape of the filament</title><content type='html'>You might be surprised to learn how many great inventions are the result of fortuitous accidents. For example: Thomas Edison accidentally invented the light bulb while trying to create an electric chair for worms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epilogue: To this day, nobody has been able to invent a worm electric chair. Worms convicted of capital crimes are hanged, like common savages. Like that of all great inventions, the story of the lightbulb is bittersweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109769075575268711?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109769075575268711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109769075575268711' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109769075575268711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109769075575268711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/10/think-about-shape-of-filament.html' title='Think about the shape of the filament'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109762078663886183</id><published>2004-10-12T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T15:57:53.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>I still remember the moment I realized there was no Santa Clause. It was Christmas Eve, 1985. I had stayed up all night waiting for ole’ Saint Nicholas, but, of course, he never came. I was crushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few moments later, my children burst into the living room looking for their presents. Naturally, they thought I had stolen the presents and began kicking me and hurling obscenities. Eventually the kicking subsided and, piled up in the middle of the floor, we all shared a little cry. In the end, isn’t that what Christmas is all about? (In some cultures?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109762078663886183?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109762078663886183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109762078663886183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109762078663886183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109762078663886183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/10/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109752622510791375</id><published>2004-10-11T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T13:23:45.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cereal killers</title><content type='html'>If there was a serial killer who, one-by-one, started killing the CEOs of all the major cereal companies, I bet the papers would have a field day with all of the “‘Cereal’ Killer Strikes Again” headlines. But eventually, there would be no more cereal company CEOs left and the killer would have to move on to Nutra-grain bar company CEOs. And frankly, that’s not something I’m comfortable joking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109752622510791375?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109752622510791375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109752622510791375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109752622510791375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109752622510791375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/10/cereal-killers.html' title='Cereal killers'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109744900368695688</id><published>2004-10-10T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T15:56:43.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby steps</title><content type='html'>I bet the thought that goes through a baby's mind just before attempting his or her first steps is: "You know what would be awesome? My face hitting the floor really hard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109744900368695688?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109744900368695688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109744900368695688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109744900368695688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109744900368695688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/10/baby-steps.html' title='Baby steps'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109735462598903266</id><published>2004-10-09T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T13:45:23.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard at the water cooler</title><content type='html'>Jenkins: Do you think this thing might be bugged?&lt;br /&gt;Ropert: What? The water cooler? There's no way.&lt;br /&gt;Police officer through bullhorn: Freeze! You're both under arrest.&lt;br /&gt;SFX: Window breaking, light artillery fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Submitted by Leona Roberts from the Bringing Paper Together Stapler Co. in Columbus, OH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109735462598903266?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109735462598903266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109735462598903266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109735462598903266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109735462598903266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/10/overheard-at-water-cooler.html' title='Overheard at the water cooler'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109729657824323752</id><published>2004-10-08T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T21:39:24.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideas</title><content type='html'>I always carry a pen and notepad with me. That way, any time I think of a good idea, I can open up my notebook and write down, "To Do: remember idea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109729657824323752?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109729657824323752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109729657824323752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109729657824323752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109729657824323752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/10/ideas.html' title='Ideas'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109716581865988588</id><published>2004-10-07T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T09:16:58.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Improvement Tip</title><content type='html'>Most people don't realize that human feet, when hammered flat, can provide most of the swimming benefits of duck flippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109716581865988588?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109716581865988588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109716581865988588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109716581865988588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109716581865988588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/10/self-improvement-tip.html' title='Self Improvement Tip'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109700957769784548</id><published>2004-10-05T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T13:52:57.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Fish</title><content type='html'>I bet a frustrating thing about drowning is all of the “just breathe, stupid” looks you get from fish. It’s like, “I’m TRYING to breathe. Also, you are the stupid one for not understanding the differences between lungs and gills.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109700957769784548?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109700957769784548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109700957769784548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109700957769784548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109700957769784548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/10/stupid-fish.html' title='Stupid Fish'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109693287904828312</id><published>2004-10-04T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T16:34:39.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looters</title><content type='html'>I’ve never understood mobs of looters. Whenever I see one, I can’t help but scream, “Guys! If you hit the sporting goods stores first, you could get some baseball bats and use them to make the rest of the looting much more efficient!” Then when they start attacking me, I often think, “Hey, these guys have a lot more bats than I previously noticed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109693287904828312?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109693287904828312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109693287904828312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109693287904828312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109693287904828312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/10/looters.html' title='Looters'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109668822537675719</id><published>2004-10-01T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T20:37:05.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>One day my three-year-old son, unable to sleep, called me into his room. When I asked him what the matter was he said he was afraid to go to sleep because of the monster under his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a man of reason, I calmly explained to my son how little space there was under his bed. It was just a few inches off the ground and even that space was mostly taken up by stuffed animals and toys. I could barely fit under the bed myself. Surely there was no space for the huge monster he feared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But the monster can make himself small enough to fit into any space," my son retorted. A chill ran down my spine. What else did this little witch-boy know that he wasn't telling me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109668822537675719?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109668822537675719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109668822537675719' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109668822537675719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109668822537675719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/10/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109659527083401369</id><published>2004-09-30T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T18:49:16.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An easy mistake to make</title><content type='html'>I think we all underestimated brooms a little bit. It's just that, the case for mops is so compelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109659527083401369?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109659527083401369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109659527083401369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109659527083401369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109659527083401369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/09/easy-mistake-to-make.html' title='An easy mistake to make'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109649133688487972</id><published>2004-09-29T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T13:55:36.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Allow me to save you some embarrassment</title><content type='html'>When traveling through Europe, you’ll need to adjust your behavior so the locals don’t think you’re a “boorish American.” For example: when attending mass at the Vatican, instead of saying “Amen,” you should always say, “those are big words for such a little Pope.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109649133688487972?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109649133688487972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109649133688487972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109649133688487972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109649133688487972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/09/allow-me-to-save-you-some.html' title='Allow me to save you some embarrassment'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109639662159498003</id><published>2004-09-28T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T11:37:01.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moats</title><content type='html'>I bet that the number one cause of moat failure is filling the moat with dirt and ladders instead of water and alligators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109639662159498003?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109639662159498003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109639662159498003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109639662159498003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109639662159498003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/09/moats.html' title='Moats'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109633291989011658</id><published>2004-09-27T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T21:13:10.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong to reconsider?</title><content type='html'>At first I thought it would be a bad idea to douse myself with beef broth then run naked through a pack of starved hyenas. Later, as I was running from the hyenas, I couldn't help but think that my initial assessment was correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109633291989011658?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109633291989011658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109633291989011658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109633291989011658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109633291989011658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/09/wrong-to-reconsider.html' title='Wrong to reconsider?'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109626681854100435</id><published>2004-09-26T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T23:33:38.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice for this debutante season</title><content type='html'>I’ve found that when going to dinner parties, it’s always a good idea to carry a severed thumb. That way, if dinner is boring, you can pretend you accidentally cut your thumb off and leave “to the hospital” immediately. Or, if one of your thumbs is somehow crushed during dinner, you can calm everyone down by saying, “Nobody panic. I have an extra thumb in my right hand pocket.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109626681854100435?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109626681854100435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109626681854100435' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109626681854100435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109626681854100435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/09/advice-for-this-debutante-season.html' title='Advice for this debutante season'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109615198956233114</id><published>2004-09-25T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T15:39:49.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beauty of birth</title><content type='html'>Parents often say they can see parts of themselves in their newborn child. Especially if the newborn is tightly wrapped in aluminum foil. (Shiny side out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109615198956233114?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109615198956233114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109615198956233114' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109615198956233114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109615198956233114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/09/beauty-of-birth.html' title='The beauty of birth'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109606503744834457</id><published>2004-09-24T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T15:45:00.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerry in Cambodia</title><content type='html'>If I was John Kerry and I was in Cambodia on December 24th, 1968, I would have made sure to leave a small paper trail. Then when reporters asked me for the truth during the 2004 Presidential campaign, I could hand them each an old &lt;em&gt;Reader's Digest&lt;/em&gt; and say "Open that baby up to the 'Humor in Uniform' section. I rest my case."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109606503744834457?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109606503744834457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109606503744834457' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109606503744834457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109606503744834457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/09/kerry-in-cambodia.html' title='Kerry in Cambodia'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109596087010625811</id><published>2004-09-23T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T12:47:30.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who has been the most influential person in your life?</title><content type='html'>The most influential person in my life would probably be the drunk driver that hit me, paralysing me from the neck down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Dad isn't offended that I didn't say it was him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109596087010625811?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109596087010625811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109596087010625811' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109596087010625811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109596087010625811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/09/who-has-been-most-influential-person.html' title='Who has been the most influential person in your life?'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109586945131132858</id><published>2004-09-22T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T09:10:51.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst gift ever</title><content type='html'>It's hard to say definitively, but I’d say the worst gift I’ve ever received was a testicle-setter-on-fire-er. It broke the second time I used it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109586945131132858?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109586945131132858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109586945131132858' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109586945131132858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109586945131132858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/09/worst-gift-ever.html' title='Worst gift ever'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109579039765279503</id><published>2004-09-21T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T11:13:17.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>America loves salsa</title><content type='html'>If you had told me 25 years ago that salsa would one day outsell ketchup, I would have said: "Dude, I don't give a shit. I'm not even born yet. And when I am born, ranking condiments by U.S. sales revenue isn't exactly at the top of my 'To Do' list."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109579039765279503?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109579039765279503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109579039765279503' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109579039765279503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109579039765279503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/09/america-loves-salsa.html' title='America loves salsa'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109570745962063860</id><published>2004-09-20T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T12:10:59.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Correction</title><content type='html'>Last week &lt;em&gt;Vali's Views&lt;/em&gt; reported that Jake's house on Main Street was the "tallest building in the world." As many of you pointed out, this is obviously incorrect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vali's Views &lt;/em&gt;apologizes for the error. -- Especially to Jake who, upon reading the post, spent several hundred thousand dollars to purchase his neighbor's house and convert it into a World's Tallest Building Museum. However, &lt;em&gt;Vali's Views &lt;/em&gt;is still optimistic that the museum's gift shop sales will eventually make the investment worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109570745962063860?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109570745962063860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109570745962063860' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109570745962063860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109570745962063860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/09/correction.html' title='Correction'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109563421437195440</id><published>2004-09-19T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T15:50:14.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity sighting</title><content type='html'>Having lived in L.A. (&lt;em&gt;Los Angeles&lt;/em&gt; for my Spanish readers) for a year, I’ve found myself on the seeing side of numerous celebrity sightings. I’ve seen some big-time celebs in the past, but I think you will agree, esteemed reader, that my celebrity sighting of yesterday afternoon takes the proverbial taco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the World’s Most Famous Worm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking down Rodeo Drive, when the World’s Most Famous Worm steps out of Brooks Brothers and starts walking towards me. He was everything I imagined: about 6’ 2” tall, slim figure, and biceps to die for. The World’s Most Famous Worm didn’t look at all like your average worm. That’s the reason he’s so famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had two smoking hot female worms dangling from each arm. And I’m no worm scientist, but I’m pretty sure they were twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guys get all the luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109563421437195440?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109563421437195440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109563421437195440' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109563421437195440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109563421437195440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/09/celebrity-sighting.html' title='Celebrity sighting'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109553091601257639</id><published>2004-09-18T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T11:08:36.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a bunch of idiots</title><content type='html'>Have any of those whiny "glass-is-half-empty" people ever considered just using a smaller glass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109553091601257639?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109553091601257639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109553091601257639' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109553091601257639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109553091601257639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/09/what-bunch-of-idiots.html' title='What a bunch of idiots'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109545346612213866</id><published>2004-09-17T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T13:37:46.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you twice, Dad</title><content type='html'>For my fifth birthday my father bought me a fishing rod and took me out for a day of bonding and, of course, fishing. After a couple of hours on the lake I still hadn't caught anything, but Dad told me to keep my chin up and that my time would come. He was right. Towards the end of the day, I caught a medium-sized sunfish. Dad helped me reel the fish in and had me hold it up for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take a deep breath, son" he said, "that's what pussy smells like."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later, that tidbit of trivia helped me become the first all-out winner on &lt;em&gt;Who Wants to Be a Millionare&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109545346612213866?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109545346612213866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109545346612213866' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109545346612213866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109545346612213866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/09/thank-you-twice-dad.html' title='Thank you twice, Dad'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014877.post-109540279059312802</id><published>2004-09-16T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T23:33:10.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A passing fad?</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've seen a news story about a murder. Do those even happen anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014877-109540279059312802?l=valisviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/feeds/109540279059312802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014877&amp;postID=109540279059312802' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109540279059312802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014877/posts/default/109540279059312802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valisviews.blogspot.com/2004/09/passing-fad.html' title='A passing fad?'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
