<?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-15125986</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:14:55.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Warping young minds since 1999</title><subtitle type='html'>It's too bad all the people who know how to run our country are busy teaching.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ben Everson</name><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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15125986.post-114261574044262254</id><published>2006-03-17T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T10:22:06.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A toast</title><summary type='text'>"Here's to fire. Not the fast and furious kind that burns down shacks and shanties. But the slow, seductive kind that takes down pants and panties." Sláinte!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/feeds/114261574044262254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15125986&amp;postID=114261574044262254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/114261574044262254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/114261574044262254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/2006/03/toast.html' title='A toast'/><author><name>Ben Everson</name><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-15125986.post-113890814260366196</id><published>2006-02-02T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T13:02:08.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rap-battling hobos</title><summary type='text'>As pointed out by Parsons today, ESPN has Chuck Klosterman blogging all things Super Bowl on location in Detriot. It's pretty funny, if you like that sort of thing. But a portion of one post from Monday was eye-opening for me. Chuck is going on about how everyone in the makeshift ESPN newsroom knows each other, but he knows no one:...I have nothing to offer; all I can really do is look at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/feeds/113890814260366196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15125986&amp;postID=113890814260366196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/113890814260366196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/113890814260366196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/2006/02/rap-battling-hobos.html' title='Rap-battling hobos'/><author><name>Ben Everson</name><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-15125986.post-113659135899918331</id><published>2006-01-06T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T16:54:23.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Christ's sake</title><summary type='text'>My train of thought while grading, and soon after"I looked beyond the empty cross/forgetting what my life has cost/and wiped away the crimson stains...."You know kid, that really doesn't sound like your writing. Forget that it appears to have little to do with the Yousef Komunkakaa poem you've supposedly been inspired by. I wonder what would happen if I Googled just that first line....Shit. Kid, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/feeds/113659135899918331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15125986&amp;postID=113659135899918331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/113659135899918331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/113659135899918331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/2006/01/for-christs-sake.html' title='For Christ&apos;s sake'/><author><name>Ben Everson</name><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-15125986.post-113514132208804729</id><published>2005-12-20T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T22:02:41.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn't we just leave this party?</title><summary type='text'>It's another powder day all over Colorado. And where am I? Back in St. Louis. My brothers don't get home till Friday and my sister has mono, so things are a little boring here at my parents' house. But at least we'll all be enjoying Mt. Warner in one week's time.I fought the lawKudos to these students for fighting the good fight, but unfortunately the law is probably not on their side. My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/feeds/113514132208804729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15125986&amp;postID=113514132208804729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/113514132208804729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/113514132208804729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/2005/12/didnt-we-just-leave-this-party.html' title='Didn&apos;t we just leave this party?'/><author><name>Ben Everson</name><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-15125986.post-113424430752216761</id><published>2005-12-10T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T12:54:00.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho ho ho.</title><summary type='text'>Not the same as a powder dayFifteen shopping days till Christmas. Time to buckle down (knuckle under?) and hit the stores. That's where I'm headed in mere moments. But really, last Saturday was much better. I made it up to Winter Park for my first turns of the year, and frankly I'll be shocked if I ever have a better first day the rest of my life. The resort had reported 13" of fresh in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/feeds/113424430752216761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15125986&amp;postID=113424430752216761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/113424430752216761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/113424430752216761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/2005/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='Ho ho ho.'/><author><name>Ben Everson</name><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-15125986.post-113383938254531061</id><published>2005-12-05T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T21:26:15.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pandora's box</title><summary type='text'>I've so far managed to avoid making this blog too geeky. Well, make that techno-geeky — we've had plenty of music-geeky and edu-geeky. And while it hasn't been terribly gear-geeky yet, that's more of an accident, really.Anyway, I have a new friend online. Meet Pandora.In a nutshell, it's a fully custom and "smart" (well, more on that later) online radio station. You start off by picking a band or</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/feeds/113383938254531061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15125986&amp;postID=113383938254531061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/113383938254531061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/113383938254531061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/2005/12/pandoras-box.html' title='Pandora&apos;s box'/><author><name>Ben Everson</name><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-15125986.post-113329631850789557</id><published>2005-11-29T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T13:32:52.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I hate Kansas</title><summary type='text'>Apologies to Bob Dole and Dorothy, but I've about had it with Kansas. That Boulder-to-St. Louis drive has been wearing on me for a while, but now I think I'm done with it forever. Two words: Sharon Springs.Yes, I was nearly a casualty of the severe windstorm that hit Kansas on Sunday. I really shouldn't complain, I guess. Evidently I just missed the tornadoes by an hour or two. And I only saw </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/feeds/113329631850789557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15125986&amp;postID=113329631850789557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/113329631850789557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/113329631850789557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-i-hate-kansas.html' title='Why I hate Kansas'/><author><name>Ben Everson</name><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-15125986.post-113229289685361449</id><published>2005-11-17T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T22:53:02.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kafka typing Hamlet</title><summary type='text'>You know that saying? A thousand monkeys at a thousand typewriters could, given enough time, type Hamlet. Or three monkeys. Or all of Shakespeare. Or something. The Web proved incapable of explaining it clearly, but it really doesn't matter. The upshot is that I'll be one of those monkeys next year.One of the student directors for this year's student-directed one acts had the bright idea to put </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/feeds/113229289685361449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15125986&amp;postID=113229289685361449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/113229289685361449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/113229289685361449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/2005/11/kafka-typing-hamlet.html' title='Kafka typing &lt;i&gt;Hamlet&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Ben Everson</name><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-15125986.post-113183672824246649</id><published>2005-11-12T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T16:13:49.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your little hoodrat friend, part 2</title><summary type='text'>The Hold Steady made it to Littleton High School earlier this month (actually, the day before my last post, but this ain't no 24-hour news cycle here), and Westword had a pretty good write up. A highlight:"We've had an incredible year," [front man Craig Finn] muses, "and this is the most insane day of it. I mean, from doing Conan O'Brien to being on the cover of the Village Voice, this is more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/feeds/113183672824246649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15125986&amp;postID=113183672824246649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/113183672824246649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/113183672824246649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/2005/11/your-little-hoodrat-friend-part-2.html' title='Your little hoodrat friend, part 2'/><author><name>Ben Everson</name><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-15125986.post-113114976875446013</id><published>2005-11-04T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T23:02:56.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five minutes for fighting and a game misconduct</title><summary type='text'>So, I broke up my first fight today. It was fairly exciting, and definitely got my adrenaline up on a Friday morning, but I don't really care to repeat it again any time soon. On the other hand, it's a hell of a story.First hour is my plan, which means hall duty for the first five minutes of it. I went out to the main hallway like every day, but today I saw social studies teacher Greg sprinting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/feeds/113114976875446013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15125986&amp;postID=113114976875446013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/113114976875446013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/113114976875446013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/2005/11/five-minutes-for-fighting-and-game.html' title='Five minutes for fighting and a game misconduct'/><author><name>Ben Everson</name><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-15125986.post-112981476240141149</id><published>2005-10-20T07:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T07:28:04.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Root, root, root for the Cardinals.</title><summary type='text'>Not even Pujols could get the job done last night. Come to think of it, none of them could. Too bad. But, I take consolation in three things:the new stadium next year should be fun,they got to play one more game at Busch,I don't think the White Sox are beatable anyway, and I don't really want the Redbirds to be the answer to trivia questions for the next 30 years — "What is the only team to lose </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/feeds/112981476240141149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15125986&amp;postID=112981476240141149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/112981476240141149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/112981476240141149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/2005/10/root-root-root-for-cardinals.html' title='Root, root, root for the Cardinals.'/><author><name>Ben Everson</name><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-15125986.post-112964281923323991</id><published>2005-10-18T07:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T07:40:19.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And that's a winner!</title><summary type='text'>Two words: Albert Pujols.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/feeds/112964281923323991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15125986&amp;postID=112964281923323991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/112964281923323991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/112964281923323991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-thats-winner.html' title='And that&apos;s a winner!'/><author><name>Ben Everson</name><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-15125986.post-112820159749339868</id><published>2005-10-01T16:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T16:10:27.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arena rock lives on</title><summary type='text'>Lasers, but sadly no pyroI'm still recovering this morning (er, afternoon?) from the Foo Fighters/Weezer show last night at Pepsi Center. It rocked hard — that melt-your-face-off kind of hard. And it was loud. Very loud. I know now that I'm getting old because I wish I'd brought some earplugs. Though it was kinda billed as a co-headlined tour, it really in the end seemed like a Foo Fighters show.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/feeds/112820159749339868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15125986&amp;postID=112820159749339868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/112820159749339868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/112820159749339868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/2005/10/arena-rock-lives-on.html' title='Arena rock lives on'/><author><name>Ben Everson</name><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-15125986.post-112550070749091190</id><published>2005-08-31T09:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T09:17:13.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>'The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men...'</title><summary type='text'>Pizza SquaresWell, we're a week into school (and a month into this blog), and as I predicted, I'm blogging during my plan. But, in my defense, I'm way more planned right now than I ever was. I think. Maybe it's just that classes are 20 minutes shorter this year. Or maybe it's that I'm not in a disgusting cave of a room and actually don't mind sticking around till 4:00 or 5:00 most nights to get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/feeds/112550070749091190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15125986&amp;postID=112550070749091190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/112550070749091190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/112550070749091190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/2005/08/best-laid-schemes-o-mice-men.html' title='&apos;The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men...&apos;'/><author><name>Ben Everson</name><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-15125986.post-112477066530019987</id><published>2005-08-22T22:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T22:23:37.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet, sweet revenge</title><summary type='text'>I can't seem to stop listening to My Chemical Romance's Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge. Not a new album, but one of Dave Powers's top 20 Albums of 2004 — #3 in fact. I was listening to it today during our teacher work day, and I think my teacherly neighbor, Creighton, flashed the metal sign to me as he walked through to his room. Sweet. Though he sucks because he's seeing The White Stripes at Red</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/feeds/112477066530019987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15125986&amp;postID=112477066530019987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/112477066530019987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/112477066530019987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/2005/08/sweet-sweet-revenge.html' title='Sweet, sweet revenge'/><author><name>Ben Everson</name><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-15125986.post-112456608431154424</id><published>2005-08-20T14:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T22:00:59.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>'Round and 'round we go</title><summary type='text'>So it's that time of year again. Lunch pails and apples are polished and ready to go. School's back in.(Has anyone ever really seen a lunch pail? I had this sweet metal Optimus Prime lunchbox when I was in elementary school. It was a lot of things, but a bucket was not one of them.)As a student, the start of school was always kinda bittersweet — okay, maybe a whole lot more bitter than sweet. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/feeds/112456608431154424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15125986&amp;postID=112456608431154424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/112456608431154424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/112456608431154424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/2005/08/round-and-round-we-go.html' title='&apos;Round and &apos;round we go'/><author><name>Ben Everson</name><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-15125986.post-112321882091559350</id><published>2005-08-04T23:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T13:58:07.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tupac of TV shows</title><summary type='text'>So it's official...sorta. According to Charlie Murphy via CNN.com, Chappelle's Show is done."I'm disappointed it ended the way it did, but I'm not angry with anybody," [Murphy] said. " 'Chappelle's Show' was like the Tupac of TV shows. It came out, it got everybody's attention, it was a bright shining star, but it burned out and for some strange reason, it burned out quick."An interesting simile,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/feeds/112321882091559350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15125986&amp;postID=112321882091559350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/112321882091559350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15125986/posts/default/112321882091559350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beverson.blogspot.com/2005/08/tupac-of-tv-shows.html' title='The Tupac of TV shows'/><author><name>Ben Everson</name><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></feed>
