<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23600170</id><updated>2008-09-24T11:46:33.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam Ogden: Entropy from the Second Floor</title><subtitle type='html'>Sitting upon the slitted sheet.</subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rinderpest.com/SOgdenblog.html'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.rinderpest.com/SOgdenatom.xml'/><author><name>Sam Ogden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019922341509258076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23600170.post-4147747834577064641</id><published>2008-09-23T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:59:25.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When the Earth Tries to Kill Us</title><summary type='text'>Hello everyone! God damn, it's good to see you all again.

Many of you may not even know that I was on a nature-induced hiatus from blogging. (By the way, for as long as I've been fascinated with the English language, I never in my wildest dreams thought I would string together the words "a nature-induced hiatus from blogging" and find it perfectly captures what I mean to say.) Hurricane Ike blew</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/4147747834577064641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23600170&amp;postID=4147747834577064641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/4147747834577064641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/4147747834577064641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rinderpest.com/2008/09/when-earth-tries-to-kill-us.html' title='When the Earth Tries to Kill Us'/><author><name>Sam Ogden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019922341509258076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23600170.post-1137950115408705063</id><published>2008-09-10T13:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T15:18:26.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Get a Witness?</title><summary type='text'>Sorry it has been so long since my last post here, but I've been busy lobbying the government to pass a new law, and it's eaten into my "goof off on a blog" time.

Anyway, the law I want passed basically states that if you are retired and over the age of 65, you cannot leave your house between the hours of 11am and 1:30pm on any weekday.

I'm sorry retirees, but that is the time when working </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/1137950115408705063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23600170&amp;postID=1137950115408705063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/1137950115408705063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/1137950115408705063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rinderpest.com/2008/09/can-i-get-witness.html' title='Can I Get a Witness?'/><author><name>Sam Ogden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019922341509258076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23600170.post-7054379626053022810</id><published>2008-07-29T14:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T15:29:16.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony of the Week: Having the Cancer Center in Your Five</title><summary type='text'>Here's a story I wanted to comment on late last week, but I decided to play beach volleyball in the 100+ degree heat here in Houston instead. The summer heat, especially during the dog days, has kicked my ass for the last 20 years, but I keep going back for more.

Sheesh! Just more proof that my issues are indeed many and varied.

At any rate, it seems Dr. Ronald B. Herberman, director of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/7054379626053022810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23600170&amp;postID=7054379626053022810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/7054379626053022810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/7054379626053022810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rinderpest.com/2008/07/irony-of-week-having-cancer-center-in.html' title='Irony of the Week: Having the Cancer Center in Your Five'/><author><name>Sam Ogden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019922341509258076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23600170.post-7677420917818727633</id><published>2008-07-25T12:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T10:56:09.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Astronaut or Astronut?</title><summary type='text'>This may be old news for many of you, but former NASA astronaut and moon-walker Dr. Edgar Mitchell — a veteran of the Apollo 14 mission — claims aliens exist.

If you're thinking, "Yeah. The universe is sufficiently large enough for millions of alien species to exist", wait just a second. He also claims extraterrestrials have visited Earth on several occasions, but that the alien contact has been</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/7677420917818727633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23600170&amp;postID=7677420917818727633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/7677420917818727633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/7677420917818727633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rinderpest.com/2008/07/astronaut-or-astronust.html' title='Astronaut or Astronut?'/><author><name>Sam Ogden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019922341509258076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23600170.post-2666520608353474434</id><published>2008-07-09T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T12:15:53.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep the Ends Out for the Tie that Binds</title><summary type='text'>Today's question is: How many ties does brotherhood need to bind it together?

You may have heard that Army Spc. Jeremy Hall has filed a suit against the US Department of Defense and Secretary of Defense, Robert Gates, claiming his rights to religious freedom under the First Amendment were violated. Hall, a former Baptist who served two tours of duty in Iraq and who has a near perfect record, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/2666520608353474434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23600170&amp;postID=2666520608353474434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/2666520608353474434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/2666520608353474434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rinderpest.com/2008/07/keep-ends-out-for-tie-that-binds.html' title='Keep the Ends Out for the Tie that Binds'/><author><name>Sam Ogden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019922341509258076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23600170.post-8587649271267492805</id><published>2008-06-27T10:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:59:42.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Careful at the Pool This Summer</title><summary type='text'>I rarely pass along anything anyone in the entire world sends me via email, but I got a pretty good chuckle out of this.

Enjoy.

http://www.rinderpest.com/uploaded_images/c-toads-794608.bmp</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/8587649271267492805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23600170&amp;postID=8587649271267492805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/8587649271267492805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/8587649271267492805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rinderpest.com/2008/06/be-careful-at-pool-this-summer.html' title='Be Careful at the Pool This Summer'/><author><name>Sam Ogden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019922341509258076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23600170.post-9178639334298307825</id><published>2008-06-03T09:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T16:35:27.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Shifts (Part IV)</title><summary type='text'>--- Continuing From Here ---

“It’s midnight,” Tiny said, “We are leaving. The time shift is at hand.”

The air around Paul’s head vibrated, producing an actual hum. From the dark hallway, a series of eerie sounds erupted that he was certain were made by living beings, although they were unlike any sounds he’d ever heard before. Moans and grunts mixed with slurping, clicking, and barking. It was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/9178639334298307825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23600170&amp;postID=9178639334298307825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/9178639334298307825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/9178639334298307825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rinderpest.com/2008/06/tiny-shifts-part-iv.html' title='Tiny Shifts (Part IV)'/><author><name>Sam Ogden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019922341509258076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23600170.post-4722033813085801986</id><published>2008-05-30T10:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T09:46:49.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Shifts (Part III)</title><summary type='text'>--- Continuing From Here ---

Dana sat down heavily on one of the barstools, and Paul thought it was a good thing she did, because he felt his own legs go rubbery at the sight of Tiny. For a moment, Paul thought he might just faint dead away like Dana had earlier.

A dozen or so braids of bright red hair stemmed from Tiny’s fat, platter-sized head, cascading around his porcine features, reaching </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/4722033813085801986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23600170&amp;postID=4722033813085801986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/4722033813085801986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/4722033813085801986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rinderpest.com/2008/05/tiny-shifts-part-iii.html' title='Tiny Shifts (Part III)'/><author><name>Sam Ogden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019922341509258076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23600170.post-8244593372041396764</id><published>2008-05-27T10:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T10:52:19.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Shifts (Part II)</title><summary type='text'>--- Continuing From Here ---

An ancient Wurlitzer stood against the wall directly in front of them providing a song Paul had never heard before. The wall was festooned with animal heads, beer signs, and old playbills. A pool table with stained green felt silently begged someone to try their luck at its banks and holes, and a pinball machine that appeared to pre-date electricity slept in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/8244593372041396764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23600170&amp;postID=8244593372041396764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/8244593372041396764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/8244593372041396764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rinderpest.com/2008/05/tiny-shifts-part-ii.html' title='Tiny Shifts (Part II)'/><author><name>Sam Ogden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019922341509258076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23600170.post-4056798345044242036</id><published>2008-05-23T10:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T10:46:26.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Shifts (Part I)</title><summary type='text'>The headlights cut a bright swath through the blanket of darkness that covered the landscape. In the dim starlight, the hills loomed on all sides, like the twisted spinal column of some giant, malevolent beast. Paul drove the Cherokee indifferent to the night, thinking of the mistakes he’d made on the river that day. Dana sat next to him humming softly in time with a Credence Clearwater Revival </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/4056798345044242036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23600170&amp;postID=4056798345044242036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/4056798345044242036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/4056798345044242036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rinderpest.com/2008/05/tiny-shifts-part-i.html' title='Tiny Shifts (Part I)'/><author><name>Sam Ogden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019922341509258076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23600170.post-2937762469064757923</id><published>2008-05-09T14:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T14:20:16.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When Crazy White People Attack!</title><summary type='text'>The Texas State Board of Education, which is made up of at least seven members (there are 15 total) claiming creationist beliefs, has been the architect of some very suspect actions over the years, and the last few months have only added to its unsteady history.

Let me bring you up to speed, first on a story you may have read about that really heated up toward the end of 2007, and then on a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/2937762469064757923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23600170&amp;postID=2937762469064757923&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/2937762469064757923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/2937762469064757923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rinderpest.com/2008/05/when-crazy-white-people-attack.html' title='When Crazy White People Attack!'/><author><name>Sam Ogden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019922341509258076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23600170.post-947655472751456389</id><published>2008-05-02T15:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T15:42:59.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><summary type='text'>Sorry for being away for so long, but I've had some FTP issues with my site hosting provider, and was unable to add any new content to this blog.

It looks as though things have been resolved, as this update post will verify.

I will resume posting at my normal, laziest blogger in the world pace as soon as something worth writing about occurs to me. In the meantime, my Houston Rockets are facing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/947655472751456389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23600170&amp;postID=947655472751456389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/947655472751456389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/947655472751456389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rinderpest.com/2008/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Sam Ogden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019922341509258076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23600170.post-8501670318257886881</id><published>2008-04-07T14:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T10:23:22.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>World's Laziest Blogger Checking In</title><summary type='text'>Well, once again I have managed to retain my crown as the world's laziest blogger. It's been several weeks since I wrote anything worth posting here, confirming that among semi-sober, semi-coherent slackers, I reign supreme.

Actually, I'm just kidding. I haven't really been all that lazy. It's just been a rough few weeks, and I simply haven't had time to post much. I've got some crazy deadlines </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/8501670318257886881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23600170&amp;postID=8501670318257886881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/8501670318257886881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/8501670318257886881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rinderpest.com/2008/04/worlds-laziest-blogger-checking-in.html' title='World&apos;s Laziest Blogger Checking In'/><author><name>Sam Ogden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019922341509258076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23600170.post-2798589417778520884</id><published>2008-03-20T17:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T17:12:14.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gray Widow</title><summary type='text'>The following account was related to me during a visit to the Shady Glen Retirement Home &amp; Assisted Living facility. Then again, there's a good possibility that I made the whole thing up.

It started as a joke. Really. It did.
Busby and I were talking one day outside the cafeteria shortly after a bland, tasteless lunch and yet another "desert of Jell-O origin" had been picked over by the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/2798589417778520884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23600170&amp;postID=2798589417778520884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/2798589417778520884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/2798589417778520884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rinderpest.com/2008/03/gray-widow.html' title='The Gray Widow'/><author><name>Sam Ogden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019922341509258076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23600170.post-8115078832060188544</id><published>2008-03-19T10:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T10:21:29.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beliefs are Flowing Like Wine</title><summary type='text'>You know what folks? I don’t believe in anything. Not one goddamn thing!

At least that's what the fine upstanding, highly moral, plastic, fall-in-line, self-righteous, piece-of-shit, religious jack wads I encounter keep telling me. Simply because I don't look at the world the same way they do; simply because I don't think exactly like them, they not only deem it necessary to tell me, but feel it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/8115078832060188544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23600170&amp;postID=8115078832060188544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/8115078832060188544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/8115078832060188544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rinderpest.com/2008/03/beliefs-are-flowing-like-wine.html' title='The Beliefs are Flowing Like Wine'/><author><name>Sam Ogden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019922341509258076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23600170.post-848088909360188305</id><published>2008-03-11T09:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T09:32:24.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Have a Capuchino and a Steaming Pile of Stigmata</title><summary type='text'>When the Vatican exhumed the body of Saint Padre Pio recently for public viewing on the 40th anniversary of his death, it sparked chatter around the Interwebs in both the religious and skeptical communities. Some in the religious community were pleased to have the body of a saint displayed in time for Easter, and some in the skeptical community grabbed their collective crotch and said, "I got </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/848088909360188305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23600170&amp;postID=848088909360188305&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/848088909360188305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/848088909360188305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rinderpest.com/2008/03/ill-have-capuchino-and-steaming-pile-of.html' title='I&apos;ll Have a Capuchino and a Steaming Pile of Stigmata'/><author><name>Sam Ogden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019922341509258076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23600170.post-8231928536844268565</id><published>2008-02-29T15:48:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T16:38:25.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus says, “No fatties”</title><summary type='text'>Sheesh, February has been a trying month. I've been so busy with other projects, I haven't had a chance to post here in a while. And today is no exception.

Fortunately, my friend Elyse has given me permission to post an item of hers from Skepchick (Elyse is also a regular contributer over there). I thought this piece was not only well written, but the subject matter was just perfect to include </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/8231928536844268565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23600170&amp;postID=8231928536844268565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/8231928536844268565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/8231928536844268565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rinderpest.com/2008/02/jesus-says-no-fatties.html' title='Jesus says, “No fatties”'/><author><name>Sam Ogden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019922341509258076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23600170.post-8125171706118744815</id><published>2008-02-06T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T15:12:32.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Drink It Just for the Death of It</title><summary type='text'>Recently, I ordered a soda along with a club sandwich at my local diner, and the waitress, a snappy little firecracker we'll call "Beth", because her name is Beth, asked me wryly, "Leaded or unleaded?"

"Leaded," I responded firmly, indicating I wanted regular soda as opposed to diet soda.

And it's a good thing I drink regular soda, because diet sodas will KILL YOU!

Okay, so maybe they won't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/8125171706118744815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23600170&amp;postID=8125171706118744815&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/8125171706118744815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/8125171706118744815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rinderpest.com/2008/02/i-drink-it-just-for-death-of-it.html' title='I Drink It Just for the Death of It'/><author><name>Sam Ogden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019922341509258076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23600170.post-5242256357506833742</id><published>2008-01-31T10:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T11:14:13.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl Prop Bets</title><summary type='text'>There is never any shortage of hard-earned cabbage riding on the outcome of the Super Bowl. The Vegas sports books do crazy business with people from all over betting on which team will win the game and by how much, as do various local sports books, not to mention the average group of friends wagering amongst themselves.

But one of the funnest aspects of Super Bowl gambling is the prop bets.

If</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/5242256357506833742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23600170&amp;postID=5242256357506833742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/5242256357506833742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/5242256357506833742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rinderpest.com/2008/01/super-bowl-prop-bets.html' title='Super Bowl Prop Bets'/><author><name>Sam Ogden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019922341509258076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23600170.post-5723970749654962748</id><published>2008-01-29T10:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T11:31:59.269-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The UFO Beat Goes ON</title><summary type='text'>Well, I've been out of the loop for a couple of days. I was at The Amazing Meeting 5.5 conference in Florida over the weekend, sponsored by the James Randi Educational Foundation, and drank so much whiskey at the conference parties, it took me until today to be able to form complete sentences again.

But my typing fingers seem to be working again, so let's get back to some alien space craft </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/5723970749654962748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23600170&amp;postID=5723970749654962748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/5723970749654962748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/5723970749654962748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rinderpest.com/2008/01/ufo-beat-goes-on.html' title='The UFO Beat Goes ON'/><author><name>Sam Ogden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019922341509258076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23600170.post-3928837043460538114</id><published>2008-01-23T15:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T15:38:35.832-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruise Parody</title><summary type='text'>I thought about posting something about the Tom Cruise Scientology video when it first hit the Internet, but the thing was creepy enough to be hilarious on its own.

It's good to see, however, that some folks are having fun with it. Check out this parody video with Jerry O’Connell.

the parody video Tom Cruise WANTS you to see! on FunnyOrDie.com

Not too shabby.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/3928837043460538114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23600170&amp;postID=3928837043460538114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/3928837043460538114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/3928837043460538114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rinderpest.com/2008/01/cruise-parody.html' title='Cruise Parody'/><author><name>Sam Ogden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019922341509258076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23600170.post-3327326014907860286</id><published>2008-01-23T09:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T10:02:56.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Virus Spreads</title><summary type='text'>My Rinderpest.com tentacles are stretching out all the time, irritating larger and larger groups of people on the Internet.

In the latest step in my plan to take over the entire bloggerhood, I am now also posting at Memoirs of a Skepchick.

Rebecca Watson, the ass-kicker that runs the joint over there, in a fit of inspired insanity, asked if I wanted to be a regular contributor to her site. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/3327326014907860286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23600170&amp;postID=3327326014907860286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/3327326014907860286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/3327326014907860286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rinderpest.com/2008/01/virus-spreads.html' title='The Virus Spreads'/><author><name>Sam Ogden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019922341509258076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23600170.post-8448040790459612609</id><published>2008-01-21T13:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T14:21:00.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Darn Lights Again</title><summary type='text'>It becomes difficult to tell if the media coverage causes an incident to become sensationalized or if the sensational events spark the media coverage. If I were guessing, I'd say it's probably the former.

Until the story broke into the national spotlight some week and a half ago, there were only a few local newspapers reporting on the lights seen in the night sky over Stephenville, Texas, and a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/8448040790459612609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23600170&amp;postID=8448040790459612609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/8448040790459612609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/8448040790459612609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rinderpest.com/2008/01/those-darn-lights-again.html' title='Those Darn Lights Again'/><author><name>Sam Ogden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019922341509258076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23600170.post-9185565077349443056</id><published>2008-01-17T10:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T10:59:07.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Lights in Texas</title><summary type='text'>Okay, things are getting silly in regard to the lights seen in the night sky over Stephenville, Texas.

Anderson Cooper, the silver-haired female draw on CNN, aired a video of what is supposed to be the alleged UFO. However, despite the fact they claim the footage depicts what they actually believe is an unknown aircraft, it's difficult to tell if the videographers are not just some drunks in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/9185565077349443056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23600170&amp;postID=9185565077349443056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/9185565077349443056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/9185565077349443056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rinderpest.com/2008/01/more-lights-in-texas.html' title='More Lights in Texas'/><author><name>Sam Ogden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019922341509258076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23600170.post-7958032158202585105</id><published>2008-01-15T09:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T16:02:47.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Night Lights</title><summary type='text'>Is it surprising when reports of UFOs come out of rural areas or is it just sad?

Stephenville, Texas is the latest farming burg to see strange lights in its usually clear, starlit skies. And chatter in newspapers and on radio stations has turned to little green men from outer space and crazy alien technology.

Several dozen people, including a pilot and a county constable, reported seeing a "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/7958032158202585105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23600170&amp;postID=7958032158202585105&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/7958032158202585105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23600170/posts/default/7958032158202585105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.rinderpest.com/2008/01/tuesday-night-lights.html' title='Tuesday Night Lights'/><author><name>Sam Ogden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019922341509258076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>