<?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-29413030</id><updated>2011-05-10T12:52:05.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mustard Menace</title><subtitle type='html'>You're probably asking yourself, 'Why do we need another condiment themed super hero?'&lt;br&gt;
I'm no hero.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29413030/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ryan Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089217564178184479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1019/3133/320/myspacepicture.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29413030.post-5647616415889826264</id><published>2008-07-03T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T20:23:07.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Things</title><summary type='text'>The thing I love about using Mac OS X is that it constantly makes me appreciate the work it does for me.  The operating system does things that just make sense.  This happens all the time of course and I don't even notice it or I take it for granted.  However, there are moments of brilliance when I encounter something new or through repetition I am enlightened to the wonderful behavior of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/5647616415889826264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29413030&amp;postID=5647616415889826264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29413030/posts/default/5647616415889826264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29413030/posts/default/5647616415889826264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-things.html' title='The Little Things'/><author><name>Ryan Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089217564178184479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1019/3133/320/myspacepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8eo_0SRI6qk/SG2TOCtPuyI/AAAAAAAABvw/Y8hbxsIDPGw/s72-c/dealloc_warning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29413030.post-7087373803507781710</id><published>2008-01-26T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:52:12.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be giving Chris Angel a run for his money</title><summary type='text'>Returning to the world of blogging is kind of like riding a bike. You never really forget how to ride a bike, but usually when you finally try again you've been drinking and your new neighbors need cigarettes and you volunteer to zip over to the seven eleven in exchange for a beer.  Needless to say the famliarity and enebriation go hand in hand and before you know it you've found yourself on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/7087373803507781710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29413030&amp;postID=7087373803507781710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29413030/posts/default/7087373803507781710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29413030/posts/default/7087373803507781710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/2008/01/ill-be-giving-chris-angel-run-for-his.html' title='I&apos;ll be giving Chris Angel a run for his money'/><author><name>Ryan Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089217564178184479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1019/3133/320/myspacepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8eo_0SRI6qk/R6gHXJPNxSI/AAAAAAAAA38/CCCugEr7OtM/s72-c/crissangelcrop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29413030.post-1220430404962119550</id><published>2007-05-09T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T11:25:33.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm thinking of becoming straight... but I've got a few questions first</title><summary type='text'>So I find myself downtown on one Saturday night after an evening of Cinco de Mayo wii-fest.  This should not surprise you.  I wasn't planning on going out so I was thoroughly enjoying said wii-fest until a girl called me.  You can be surprised about this.  She was going out after work to some show and I decided that I was going to go down and try and meet up with her.Pecan Street Festival was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/1220430404962119550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29413030&amp;postID=1220430404962119550' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29413030/posts/default/1220430404962119550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29413030/posts/default/1220430404962119550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-thinking-of-becoming-straight-but.html' title='I&apos;m thinking of becoming straight... but I&apos;ve got a few questions first'/><author><name>Ryan Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089217564178184479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1019/3133/320/myspacepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8eo_0SRI6qk/RkKrPaQC3uI/AAAAAAAAACE/zJA64wX1NWI/s72-c/bruno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29413030.post-116417285284904175</id><published>2006-11-21T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T21:20:52.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a flightless bird</title><summary type='text'>A flightless bird has wings but can not fly.A flightless bird has not lost the ability to fly.  It did not squander its gift by flying too dangerously or recklessly.  The flightless bird was born the way it is.A flightless bird did not choose to abdicate flight.  It does not prefer running over land or swimming in the sea.  The flightless bird was never given a choice.A flightless bird does not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/116417285284904175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29413030&amp;postID=116417285284904175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29413030/posts/default/116417285284904175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29413030/posts/default/116417285284904175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-flightless-bird.html' title='I am a flightless bird'/><author><name>Ryan Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089217564178184479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1019/3133/320/myspacepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29413030.post-116015910293097836</id><published>2006-10-06T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T12:33:45.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was a good day on the Internet</title><summary type='text'>It wasn't actually today, but recently I had a very good day on the internet.  I decided that all you noobs need a lesson on navigating the information super highway.  After all it is a series of tubes.Start here.  Then read this, skim this, then read this and then finish with this.In order to laugh at this you don't have to have seen Uwe Boll's movies, you just have to recognize that he is funny</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/116015910293097836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29413030&amp;postID=116015910293097836' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29413030/posts/default/116015910293097836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29413030/posts/default/116015910293097836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-was-good-day-on-internet.html' title='Today was a good day on the Internet'/><author><name>Ryan Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089217564178184479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1019/3133/320/myspacepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29413030.post-116011209403553694</id><published>2006-10-05T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T08:23:36.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis is the new Black</title><summary type='text'>Moving down to South Congress has been a shot in the arm for my hobbies.  I've been steadily improving my drinking now that I don't have to drive downtown.  The bus is a great alternative and at only 50 cents leaves room in the budget for another martini.  I've been hacking the main frame in style with my sweet computer setup.  I have to admit, conjuring Haratio was completely new to me but I was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/116011209403553694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29413030&amp;postID=116011209403553694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29413030/posts/default/116011209403553694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29413030/posts/default/116011209403553694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/2006/10/tennis-is-new-black.html' title='Tennis is the new Black'/><author><name>Ryan Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089217564178184479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1019/3133/320/myspacepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29413030.post-115714753752277921</id><published>2006-09-01T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T07:24:43.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe you have my stapler!</title><summary type='text'>Ever feel like your life is a movie?  As if when you're going about your every day activities there is an audience somewhere watching you through dramatic angles, cutting out the boring parts of your day and listening as non-diegetic music accents your every move.This morning the Transaction Processing group held their monthly team breakfast.  The EDI team was hosting for September and we did a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/115714753752277921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29413030&amp;postID=115714753752277921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29413030/posts/default/115714753752277921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29413030/posts/default/115714753752277921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-believe-you-have-my-stapler.html' title='I believe you have my stapler!'/><author><name>Ryan Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089217564178184479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1019/3133/320/myspacepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29413030.post-115688896592147863</id><published>2006-08-29T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T19:27:54.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga, yoga, yoga...</title><summary type='text'>News flash... I am a student again.  I wish I was a student in New Zealand earning a Masters in Computer Science on my way to a PhD, but alas I am taking Yoga 1 at ACC Riverside.  It is a step in the right direction in my mind, or at least that's the way a yoga master should think about it.  The cup is half full and all that.Our instructor, Patti Cagne, is tan and petite in her late thirties or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/115688896592147863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29413030&amp;postID=115688896592147863' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29413030/posts/default/115688896592147863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29413030/posts/default/115688896592147863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/2006/08/yoga-yoga-yoga.html' title='Yoga, yoga, yoga...'/><author><name>Ryan Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089217564178184479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1019/3133/320/myspacepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29413030.post-115626811339742418</id><published>2006-08-22T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T18:11:02.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustard Consulting</title><summary type='text'>Recently, I did some consulting work for AYSI.  Reagan Mustard hooked it up like surround sound.  In order to appear more professional, I sent her an invoice with instructions to bill to Mustard Consulting.  This seemed logical to me.My name is Mustard. I'm doing Consulting.Give me cash money.Rex Mustard pointed out, in his "Why don't you use your brain more?" style, that my bank wouldn't cash a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/115626811339742418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29413030&amp;postID=115626811339742418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29413030/posts/default/115626811339742418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29413030/posts/default/115626811339742418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/2006/08/mustard-consulting.html' title='Mustard Consulting'/><author><name>Ryan Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089217564178184479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1019/3133/320/myspacepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29413030.post-115522430678736138</id><published>2006-08-10T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T14:30:14.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Erotic Poetry Night</title><summary type='text'>In case you hadn't heard, the National Poetry Slam is being held in Austin as we speek.  The kind folks at Poetry Slam Inc. will be bringing together some of the finest american poets for a battle royal.  There is a singles division and a team division with competition starting yesterday and finals wrapping up on Sunday.There are some other poetry related events going on through the end of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/115522430678736138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29413030&amp;postID=115522430678736138' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29413030/posts/default/115522430678736138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29413030/posts/default/115522430678736138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/2006/08/erotic-poetry-night.html' title='Erotic Poetry Night'/><author><name>Ryan Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089217564178184479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1019/3133/320/myspacepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29413030.post-115453163280555403</id><published>2006-08-02T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T11:23:10.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How much you wanna bet I could throw a football over those mountains?</title><summary type='text'>This is slightly embarassing.  About a week ago I had an "Uncle Rico" moment.  I caught myself being deluded by an overwhelming desire to go back in time and change the course of history.As Rico would surely have swung the outcome of the state football chamionship in his team's favor had his coach been wise enough to use his talent, the state debate championship would have been mine for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/115453163280555403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29413030&amp;postID=115453163280555403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29413030/posts/default/115453163280555403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29413030/posts/default/115453163280555403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-much-you-wanna-bet-i-could-throw.html' title='How much you wanna bet I could throw a football over those mountains?'/><author><name>Ryan Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089217564178184479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1019/3133/320/myspacepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29413030.post-115290110579935822</id><published>2006-07-14T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T11:20:15.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shot in the Dark</title><summary type='text'>If I was every going to write a "Shot in the Dark" ad it would go something like this.You, Zen customer service ninja, golden strands of blond dangling out of your cap, tan surfer girl face laid back cali voice taking my order.  My house burned down, you're moving out too.  Let's bitch about moving over Kiren and sushi.In reality I would never write such an ad.  The whole point of a "Shot in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/115290110579935822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29413030&amp;postID=115290110579935822' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29413030/posts/default/115290110579935822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29413030/posts/default/115290110579935822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/2006/07/shot-in-dark.html' title='A Shot in the Dark'/><author><name>Ryan Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089217564178184479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1019/3133/320/myspacepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29413030.post-115034635210505849</id><published>2006-06-14T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T21:49:32.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can once in a lifetime happen twice?</title><summary type='text'>There are times in life, however few and far between, when the planets align and good fortune rains down from the heavens.  Tonight we stumbled into such an event with about as much forethought as the recent invasion of Iraq.  Maybe slightly more forethought than newly appointed Tony Snow's "tar baby" transgression.As an alternative to Top Shelf Tuesday, the Greenlawn Workout Crew, after </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/115034635210505849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29413030&amp;postID=115034635210505849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29413030/posts/default/115034635210505849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29413030/posts/default/115034635210505849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/2006/06/can-once-in-lifetime-happen-twice.html' title='Can once in a lifetime happen twice?'/><author><name>Ryan Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089217564178184479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1019/3133/320/myspacepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29413030.post-114990605802108807</id><published>2006-06-09T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T00:29:05.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep your friends close and your friends who write recommendation letters closer</title><summary type='text'>I'm prepping all my stuff to apply for grad school and it feels like I'm about to head west on the Oregon Trail.  I'm getting ready to get all manifest destiny on academia but I need some supplies if I'm going to survive the journey.Good Grades which are the Bullets of Grad School ApplicationsCompelling Research Proposal which is the Spare Axle of Grad School ApplicationsFlattering Recommendation</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/114990605802108807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29413030&amp;postID=114990605802108807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29413030/posts/default/114990605802108807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29413030/posts/default/114990605802108807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/2006/06/keep-your-friends-close-and-your.html' title='Keep your friends close and your friends who write recommendation letters closer'/><author><name>Ryan Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089217564178184479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1019/3133/320/myspacepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29413030.post-114973526212326525</id><published>2006-06-07T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T20:23:44.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog to your Mother!</title><summary type='text'>What's up children?  It's the Menace here.  Giving it to you straight.  I'll tell you what though.  It's a tough world out there.  I mean look at me.  I know I don't have a lot to complain about, but looks aren't everything and money can't buy you friends.That's right I'm talking about the future.  I got to thinking about my future and here's what I came up with.I'm going to die.It's morbid but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/114973526212326525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29413030&amp;postID=114973526212326525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29413030/posts/default/114973526212326525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29413030/posts/default/114973526212326525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustardmenace.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-to-your-mother.html' title='Blog to your Mother!'/><author><name>Ryan Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089217564178184479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1019/3133/320/myspacepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
