<?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-5697745</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:18:38.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kein danke</title><subtitle type='html'>Ideas, ramblings etc.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-108821792678771979</id><published>2004-06-25T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T19:45:26.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>www.eslu.blogspot.comCheck it out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/108821792678771979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/108821792678771979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108821792678771979' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-108549325378360861</id><published>2004-05-25T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T06:54:13.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Three Things you didn't know about St. Louis.- The worlds youngest Great Grandmother lives here, 18 years old.- Most Cars in the city run on fish.- The Schnucks in JeffCo has three payment options. Debit, Credit,Psuedoephedrine Tablets</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/108549325378360861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/108549325378360861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108549325378360861' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-108536857703081269</id><published>2004-05-23T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T20:16:17.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The guy who helped me move my boxes from the Hall Street Truck to the living room of my new condo weeks ago reappeared out of the polluted St Louis air to demand money from my surprised fiance. I knew it was only a matter of time before the self confessed tormented bi-polar schizophrenic would make his return. He knocked loudly at the front door and my fiance forgetting that we live within </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/108536857703081269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/108536857703081269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108536857703081269' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-108491883451405247</id><published>2004-05-18T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T15:20:34.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This column/entry will be to offer up some advice to the sad city of St Louis. Here is a list a very preliminary list of ideas to improve the city.1. Future residential development must be done on existing foundations.2. Halt spending on subsidizing the expansion of the suburbs.3. Install Bike lanes along roads where there is room to do so.4. Continue to expand Metro Link5. Ban Handguns and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/108491883451405247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/108491883451405247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108491883451405247' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-108317338801249475</id><published>2004-04-28T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T10:32:53.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The second half of the move took place on Sunday when the rain clouds disappeared. Most of my stuff/crap is sitting in my office in cardboard boxes. My girlfriend and I were helped in our move, by a middle aged gentleman wearing a suit with worn sandals who shook like crazy. After lunging headfirst towards the Hall Street Truck with wild enthusiasm, I was concerned that he would head the other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/108317338801249475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/108317338801249475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108317338801249475' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-108285927845376865</id><published>2004-04-24T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T19:17:40.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The move is underway from the Hotel Bellecourt and it's trappings to the less seedy part of town 2 miles east. Some hiccups so far......- The previous owners decided not to leave the gas on, spent 8 hours killing time waiting for the laclede gas guy who was supposed to show. Two irate phone calls later, the first to a grumpy mole woman who wasn't sympathetic to our situation. The Second was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/108285927845376865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/108285927845376865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108285927845376865' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-108269064635680931</id><published>2004-04-22T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T20:27:05.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trying to ride your bike in St Louis after work to de stress often produces the exact opposite reaction. Say you are just off of work from a tough day at the the Sports Authority and you are tired of re organizing the Size 13 Air Jordans for the 8th time.  By the time 5 o'clock rolls around you can do whatever your heart pleases, maybe you would like to check out the ceramic tile at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/108269064635680931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/108269064635680931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108269064635680931' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-108239298906750144</id><published>2004-04-19T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T09:46:05.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jackass of the Day "Driving 45 miles an hour in the fast lane on Highway 44 in a jacked up dodge ram with a 36 ft Antenna( didn't this guy get the newsflash about the invention of the cell phone?) the genius proceeds to swerve across 4 lanes of traffic to make the exit"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/108239298906750144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/108239298906750144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108239298906750144' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-108231048098517158</id><published>2004-04-18T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T10:50:55.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> St Louis Area------------- Car Driven St Charles---- Buick Regal w/ Executive Edition Gold Package and/or 1987 Ford Explorer w/ lift kit Chesterfield ----1996 Infiniti J-30 w/ 6 American Flag Bumper Stickers complemented with "W in 04" St Peters ----1982 Burnt Tumber Dodge Dynasty covered in dust and filled with lice. Wentzville------ 1992 Cheverolet Cavalier w/o hood, Powder Blue/Navy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/108231048098517158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/108231048098517158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108231048098517158' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-108213148488954338</id><published>2004-04-16T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T09:07:38.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Area                           Car Driven      St Charles                  Buick Regal w/ Executive Edition Gold Package and/or 1987 Ford Explorer w/ lift kitChesterfield               1996 Infiniti J-30 w/ 6 American Flag Bumper Stickers complemented with "W in 04"St Peters                   1982 Burnt Tumber Dodge Dynasty covered in dust and filled with lice.Wentzville                  1992</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/108213148488954338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/108213148488954338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108213148488954338' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-108212539904030395</id><published>2004-04-16T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T07:26:11.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The trip to renew my ladies passport and the trip to Chicago that it required was a success.  The fair city of Chicago is a nice place just as long as you stay inside the inner ring of normalcy. Downtown Chicago makes St Louis look like a cut rate ultra conservative graveyard of the 1904 Worlds Fair. Which it is.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/108212539904030395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/108212539904030395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108212539904030395' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-108199330700467061</id><published>2004-04-14T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T18:44:38.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The weather in St Louis is really nice these days. The morning air is crisp and the flowers are blooming. Next week I plan on closing on my Condo in the CWE. The house search was painful and it took me to many different regions of the St Louis area, but in the end I decided to settle on the CWE mainly because the people there seem the most progressive. My decision to settle there was cemented </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/108199330700467061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/108199330700467061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108199330700467061' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-108173535693136333</id><published>2004-04-11T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T19:05:25.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ebay has taken over my spare time at night, right now I am keeping a close eye on a pair of 110 year old Maps of St Louis. The price is right, and although they are of a city that I loathe they are from a time in St louis's history that it might have actually been a decent place to live. The situation as it stands now with the citizens of my home town fleeing westward to a hearty life surrounded </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/108173535693136333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/108173535693136333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108173535693136333' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-107759201131823582</id><published>2004-02-23T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T19:08:51.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On the eve of Fat Tuesday I think it is a good idea to reflect in this weeks blog the events that came to pass at the annual St Louis Mardi Gras Parade. My participation in the festivities was necessary  for several reasons. Foremost among them; was my inclination  that the revelers would be mostly uneducated wild people from the distant areas of the St Louis region correct? What would I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/107759201131823582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/107759201131823582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107759201131823582' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-107699191786607976</id><published>2004-02-16T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T20:27:11.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>St Louis is gearing up for the big Mardi Gras celebration that will take over the city like never before. Hoosiers of all breeds will descend on Soulard like a plague of locusts hoping to lure drunk girls from Chesterfield back to Perryville and Potosi where they can seduce them with promises of Macho Mugs filled with Bud Light and hypnotize them with fishing lures. I will be there too with a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/107699191786607976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/107699191786607976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107699191786607976' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-107465255101219296</id><published>2004-01-20T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T18:37:17.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I need to get a new computer chair. The one I have now is a complete piece of shit. It's an antique and every time I try to pick it up to move it to my kitchen (it is also my kitchen chair) the back seperates from the  seat just like the solid rocket booster on the Space Shuttle only when it does there are no flames or minature explosions involved. I could just take it outside and throw it into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/107465255101219296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/107465255101219296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107465255101219296' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-107143842575398073</id><published>2003-12-14T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T13:47:54.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>While perusing the STLbiking.com message board the other day I discovered the following. (Problem)"I don't have time to write this up, just to say if you are riding in Richmond Heights, watch out for a 6'4" 300lb psycho with long frizzy brown hair driving a brown van with plates 918 TAK. The guy attacked me with . . . can't even believe I'm writing this . . . two screwdrivers, spit at me, threw </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/107143842575398073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/107143842575398073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107143842575398073' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-107143832725851142</id><published>2003-12-14T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T13:46:16.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>While perusing the STLbiking.com message board the other day I discovered the following. (Problem)"I don't have time to write this up, just to say if you are riding in Richmond Heights, watch out for a 6'4" 300lb psycho with long frizzy brown hair driving a brown van with plates 918 TAK. The guy attacked me with . . . can't even believe I'm writing this . . . two screwdrivers, spit at me, threw </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/107143832725851142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/107143832725851142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107143832725851142' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-107067319225749689</id><published>2003-12-05T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T17:13:53.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The new Metro Link extension is a step in the right direction for poor St Louis. Driving west on Highway 40 at 8 mph is not fun no matter what kind of Infiniti you have, especially when some rich white trash in an Excursion cuts you off or the geek in the rusty Kia gives you the finger and refuses to let you merge. This is what life is like for the poor souls who spend two hours a day traveling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/107067319225749689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/107067319225749689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107067319225749689' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-106610559441078550</id><published>2003-10-13T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T21:26:34.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The United States has fallen in love with large SUV's which serve in part to protect them in the event of an accident due to their enormous size. The drivers of these Brontosaurous cars need a counterbalance on the American Highways to keep them in line. I highly recommend that those who can help with the return of the the luxury automobiles of yesteryear, the old Coupe De Villes, Regals, Monte </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106610559441078550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106610559441078550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106610559441078550' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-106574781369144274</id><published>2003-10-09T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T18:03:33.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I haven't had my usual concentration lately. Tonight I will head over to Schnucks to mellow out with the strikers.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106574781369144274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106574781369144274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106574781369144274' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-106420175315289305</id><published>2003-09-21T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T20:35:52.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is why these jokers suck." It reminded me of an exchange from the 2000 vice presidential debate. Citing the accomplishments  of the Clinton/Gore years, Joe Lieberman alluded to Cheney's $20 Million figure send-off from Halliburton : "And I see, Dick, from teh newspapers that you're better off than you were eight years ago.'        That got a laugh. But Cheney came back with a topper. "And</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106420175315289305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106420175315289305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106420175315289305' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-106400609364722664</id><published>2003-09-19T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T14:14:53.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Great Forest Park Balloon race begins this evening in Forest Park when Ballon Pilots will light' up their gentle giants of the air.  It is a festive evening but it is important to remember that while the ballons are a beautiful sight, you will most definitely encounter another scenario on the ground. Left out of the action of piloting a balloon, many of the attendees will feel a slight tinge </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106400609364722664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106400609364722664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106400609364722664' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-106400468260525149</id><published>2003-09-19T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T13:51:22.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today headed west on Ladue Road out of St Louis and into St Louis County the massive sprawling suburban wasteland of overweight tools wasting away in traffic. Today was no different. Thanks to the fact that I was on my bike I was able to pass long lines of cars headed home on their daily hour long commutes. This method of getting further west where I could find uncluttered roads to ride my bike </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106400468260525149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106400468260525149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106400468260525149' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-106398141863954350</id><published>2003-09-19T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T07:23:38.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106398141863954350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106398141863954350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106398141863954350' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-106393670719275262</id><published>2003-09-18T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T18:58:27.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today headed west on Ladue Road out of St Louis and into St Louis County the massive sprawling suburban wasteland of overweight tools wasting away in traffic. Today was no different. Thanks to the fact that I was on my bike I was able to pass long lines of cars headed home on their daily hour long commutes. This method of getting further west where I could find uncluttered roads to ride my bike </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106393670719275262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106393670719275262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106393670719275262' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-1063328925045014</id><published>2003-09-11T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T18:08:45.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Below this post you will find a complete description of the Linkhorn, provided courtesy of Hunter S. Thompson from his monumental work Hells Angels. Missouri like Texas and Southern California is a living monument to the Linkhorn Dynasty.  Their presence plagues not only the city of St Louis but nearly the entire Midwest, impacting the entire country and consequently the  World.  	For anyone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/1063328925045014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/1063328925045014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#1063328925045014' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-106332746252878781</id><published>2003-09-11T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T17:44:22.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“ They were the dregs of society from all over the British Isles - misfits, crimials, debtors, social bankrupts of every type and description–all of them willing to sign oppressive work contracts with future employers in exchange for Ocean passage to the New World. Once here, they endured a form of slavery for a year or two—during which they were fed and sheltered by the boss---- when their time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106332746252878781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106332746252878781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106332746252878781' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-106272887440032543</id><published>2003-09-04T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T19:27:54.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the middle of July my mother decided to bestow upon me the honor of carrying a Sam’s Club Card. A few weeks after this momentous occasion, I decided to head over to the discount shoppers paradise where I would exchange the temporary paper i.d card for a more substantial permanent plastic one. The new one would have an official looking black and white photo of me emblazoned on the front.	</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106272887440032543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106272887440032543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106272887440032543' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-106256373446120991</id><published>2003-09-02T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T21:35:34.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The apartment complex where I reside could not in any way be in worse shape than it is. If it was  person than it would be an angry overweight uneducated shopper cruising the aisles of the Wal Mart looking for cheaper shotgun shells. There are roughly 30 units in the complex which was built in an era when St Louis might have been an attractive place to live. In the decades since that golden age, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106256373446120991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106256373446120991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106256373446120991' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-106255337961117180</id><published>2003-09-02T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T18:42:59.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sitting in the upper reaches of a club high above the Tijuana I noticed that there were several dogs waiting in the street below to chase the cabs that passed. 10 minutes of casual observation revealed that there are gangs of taxi jacking dogs who are too close to our borders for safety. They were led by a mutt who would sit in the slow lane observing the traffic patterns, and at the first moment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106255337961117180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106255337961117180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106255337961117180' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-106168766892508642</id><published>2003-08-23T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T18:14:28.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Driving straight into Kentucky in the summer heat of July is not always the best idea unless you are headed deep into the green  hills to check up on your Marijuana plantation and bring the Summer Bonus Checks to the  school bus full of Peruvian Illegal immigrants who help bring home the harvest. I had no use for Kentucky and neither did  my girlfriend. We blew through Kentucky at top speed in my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106168766892508642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106168766892508642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106168766892508642' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-106142794214772572</id><published>2003-08-20T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T18:05:42.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When my new Dell Desktop Dimension arrived in the mail, the computer was shipped in three separate large cardboard packages. For several weeks I debated what use I should ascribe to the boxes, they seemed best suited to hold my collection of winter sweaters, my upstairs neighbour suggested in a light latino accent " I think they would be best used for a little cat palace" He has about 6 or 7 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106142794214772572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106142794214772572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106142794214772572' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-106139453953002811</id><published>2003-08-20T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T08:48:59.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The weather here in St Louis is moving from bad to worse with the heat index expected to reach 110 Degrees Fahrenheit. That  is the exact temperature necessary for the less educated republican voting SUV driving rednecks that infest the city to begin mating. The males will emerge usually from the western and southern portions of the city in elaborate costumes (usually cut off jean shorts, panama </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106139453953002811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106139453953002811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106139453953002811' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-106126973200792232</id><published>2003-08-18T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T22:08:52.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Driving north on Interstate 55 from St Louis to Chicago is best accomplished by sticking to a few ground rules and keeping yourself and your fellow passengers occupied  by bringing along the necessary distractions. First off, it's always wise to drive something with a little power because you don't want to be caught scratching yourself when a prison bus pulls alongside your powerless car so that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106126973200792232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106126973200792232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106126973200792232' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697745.post-106125308013764545</id><published>2003-08-18T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T17:36:32.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This blog will detail all the ideas that come to my head concerning life in St Louis, Mo. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106125308013764545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5697745/posts/default/106125308013764545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hulse.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106125308013764545' title=''/><author><name>remington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02539828195669320726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
