<?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-8338822868770607775</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:40:02.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ted Pettingzoo Official Blog Of Ted Pettingell</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedpettingzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338822868770607775/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedpettingzoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ted Pettingzoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422160466262352216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3UuZn0Xtok/S9Cn9kV43zI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iMJo1PecqrA/S220/Ted2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338822868770607775.post-4392276573730026107</id><published>2011-02-24T10:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T10:06:11.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor People:  What's ruining the Economy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/yblog_thelookout/20110223/ts_yblog_thelookout/separate-but-unequal-charts-show-growing-rich-poor-gap" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/yblog_thelookout/20110223/ts_yblog_thelookout/separate-but-unequal-charts-show-growing-rich-poor-gap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Read this article on Yahoo.  Most of the comments are crazy.  So I wrote this as my response.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's  all the arguing about for guys, we are all going to be rich soon.  That's why we can't let the spend-o-crats raise taxes. Remember when you  are a millionaire because you worked 40 hours a week at middle  management job, you're not going to want an extra two percent of your  income going to feed some dead beat poor child. They should have worked  harder not to be born into poverty. Forget pulling yourself up by your  boot straps we need fetuses to start pulling themselves up by their  umbilical cords.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And don't tell me it can't be done.  I  once saw this documentary about a young black child who was really poor  and annoying.  Anyway he worked his hardest at being a genetic freak of  nature and this rich white family taught him about Jesus and Football.   Now he is a millionaire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So remember don't let Obama  redistribute the wealth.  Unless of course you want him to cut funding  to schools, police, firefighters, and public works so all us soon to be  rich guys (I'm not sexist, woman can be rich too, just as long as they  are pretty) will have more money to save in off shore bank accounts.   That way in the future our grand children can be as lazy as poor people  but as rich as Jews.  I don't know about you but having grand children  live the Paris Hilton life style is why I get up in the morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338822868770607775-4392276573730026107?l=tedpettingzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedpettingzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4392276573730026107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tedpettingzoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/poor-people-whats-ruining-economy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338822868770607775/posts/default/4392276573730026107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338822868770607775/posts/default/4392276573730026107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedpettingzoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/poor-people-whats-ruining-economy.html' title='Poor People:  What&apos;s ruining the Economy'/><author><name>Ted Pettingzoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422160466262352216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3UuZn0Xtok/S9Cn9kV43zI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iMJo1PecqrA/S220/Ted2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338822868770607775.post-3397186301838403225</id><published>2011-02-20T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T12:14:17.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Are Arcade Fire</title><content type='html'>Go read the stuff on this site so you know what the fuck I'm talking about.  http://kottke.org/11/02/who-is-arcade-fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting this not because I don't know Who ARE &lt;span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1298232733_0"&gt;Arcade Fire&lt;/span&gt;, but because it illustrates a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  People's celebrity worship.  People on here actually write how Arcade  Fire do not deserve an Award because they aren't as famous as people  they have heard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  People taking it personally for no reason.  As far as I could  tell no one on this site was nominated for Album of the year, so maybe  you shouldn't be taking the loss so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Uninformed people's  inability to spell correctly.  I know sometimes when using twitter the  rules of grammar don't apply but, if you ever type something in all caps  and hit send, your computer should self destruct and take you with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  People think their dumb uninformed opinions matter.  Granted  most of the time the entertainment industry gets it horribly wrong,  but they still know more about music than you.  Watching &lt;span style="cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1298232733_1"&gt;MTV&lt;/span&gt;  and listening to top 40 radio doesn't make you an expert on music.   Almost every mainstream music publication ran stories about Arcade Fire  this year.  A lot even put them on the cover.  So maybe, if you would  just pick up a magazine and do some reading you would know who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  People who have no understanding of subjectivity.  Just because  you don't like something doesn't mean everyone doesn't like it.  I like  the Arcade Fire, but I know that a lot of people do not.  I also know  that the Arcade Fire are talented people doing what they want to do and  not making over produced, simplistic music meant to be mass marketed to  fourteen year old girls.  I would go as far to say that if you can't  believe &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1298232733_2"&gt;Lady Gaga&lt;/span&gt; lost to them, you probably aren't a real man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to post this on my blog that no one has ever heard of... not even  me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338822868770607775-3397186301838403225?l=tedpettingzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedpettingzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3397186301838403225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tedpettingzoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/who-are-arcade-fire.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338822868770607775/posts/default/3397186301838403225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338822868770607775/posts/default/3397186301838403225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedpettingzoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/who-are-arcade-fire.html' title='Who Are Arcade Fire'/><author><name>Ted Pettingzoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422160466262352216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3UuZn0Xtok/S9Cn9kV43zI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iMJo1PecqrA/S220/Ted2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338822868770607775.post-6096005122219369988</id><published>2010-04-22T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T13:06:36.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random collections of thoughts, the first of many of these.</title><content type='html'>Hey four people who decided to follow this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the support.  My fan base has nearly doubled since I last checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss when AOL instant messenger was the internet communication medium of choice.  It was a simpler time.  Every message was a private message.  Unless it was in a chat room.  But even then once the window was closed all record of the communication was gone forever.  Now I am internet pariah because once four years ago I told a girl on myspace that I hoped she got the worst kind of cervical cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also miss it because the AIM info box was the best.  You could put song lyrics in it and you knew people would read them because that was the only feature AIM had.  And you read everyone's info what else were you going to do.  What are you going to do now.  Make your status update lyrics.  That's not honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had more nonsense going on in my skull but I lost my train of thought when I started taking requests.  And here it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Orders&lt;br /&gt;Pastrami when she knocks that&lt;br /&gt;guy into the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay haiku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338822868770607775-6096005122219369988?l=tedpettingzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedpettingzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6096005122219369988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tedpettingzoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-collections-of-thoughts-first-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338822868770607775/posts/default/6096005122219369988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338822868770607775/posts/default/6096005122219369988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedpettingzoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-collections-of-thoughts-first-of.html' title='Random collections of thoughts, the first of many of these.'/><author><name>Ted Pettingzoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422160466262352216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3UuZn0Xtok/S9Cn9kV43zI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iMJo1PecqrA/S220/Ted2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338822868770607775.post-244330444344103417</id><published>2010-04-09T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T15:21:05.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unemployed Moment of Clarity.</title><content type='html'>Hello Internet Fans,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time for a second blogtastic blog.  So if you are reading this I assume you are a friend of mine and know that I am and have been unemployed for the past several months...  Either that or you are a potential employer who has googled my name and this popped up.  So anyway I have been more than happy to sit around and mooch off the tax payers, but at some point sleeping all day and watching the Food Network gets old.  So the job hunt has been kicked into high gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the problem I have been running into, I have no skills.  I have no formal training to do an actual job.  I have no experience other than working at a preschool for four years.  I can't work sales because I'm not a slimy douche bag salesman.  I have no idea how to interact with other adults so anything that involves human contact is out.  And most of all I don't have a college degree so I will not even be considered for most sit around and contribute nothing jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am really that interested in anything like that.  All those job descriptions use phrases like "good team player"  "follows instructions well"  and "corporate culture".  What the fuck is corporate culture?  From what I can tell it is the institutionalized worship of money and mediocrity.  Really  its just smart useless people getting dumb useless people to do useless work that makes everything else a little bit more useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the moment of clarity I had.  I am a smart useless person.  I know it's a rigged system,  But I can be an arrogant douche that is completely condescending to everyone else.  The reason I don't have a high paying job as an executive somewhere is because none of my friends are highly paid executives.  So now my job search has become a search for new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the deal I am making to any corporate types out there, anyone who will vouch for me and get me a job with a title that sounds something like executive vice president of  corporate resource management, I will be your best friend.  Benefits of my friendship I am hilarious, I will make your bar trivia team a winner, I can keep a secret, and well... well I don't actually know what a friend is suppose to do...  Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Terminally Unemployable,&lt;br /&gt;Ted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338822868770607775-244330444344103417?l=tedpettingzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedpettingzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/244330444344103417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tedpettingzoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/unemployed-moment-of-clarity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338822868770607775/posts/default/244330444344103417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338822868770607775/posts/default/244330444344103417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedpettingzoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/unemployed-moment-of-clarity.html' title='Unemployed Moment of Clarity.'/><author><name>Ted Pettingzoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422160466262352216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3UuZn0Xtok/S9Cn9kV43zI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iMJo1PecqrA/S220/Ted2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338822868770607775.post-3288534132170479252</id><published>2010-04-07T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:56:00.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog!  YAY!  BLOGGING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Dear The Internet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is I, Ted Pettingell.  This is my first blog Post.  Blog Blog Blog Blog.  I'm so hip.  Anyway I'm starting this blog because I need to further my presence on the internet.  This will serve as my official website until I can get a proper site off the ground.  Thanks to my friend Matt Kona for giving me the idea.  I will link to his blog as soon as figure out how to do that.  I chose the title Ted Pettingzoo because it is easier to spell than my last name.  Anyway I look forward to the validation you will all be soon giving reading my useless thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Theodore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338822868770607775-3288534132170479252?l=tedpettingzoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedpettingzoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3288534132170479252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tedpettingzoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-blog-yay-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338822868770607775/posts/default/3288534132170479252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338822868770607775/posts/default/3288534132170479252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedpettingzoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-blog-yay-blogging.html' title='First Blog!  YAY!  BLOGGING!'/><author><name>Ted Pettingzoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422160466262352216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3UuZn0Xtok/S9Cn9kV43zI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iMJo1PecqrA/S220/Ted2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
