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<rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Disqus - Latest Comments for Chad</title><link>http://disqus.com/people/30f9a59b32a6a602c95056c4331fd23f/</link><description></description><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2008 15:02:37 -0000</lastBuildDate><item><title>Re: Tom Wolfe Weighs In On The Meaning Of Life</title><link>http://herbietown.disqus.com/tom_wolfe_weighs_in_on_the_meaning_of_life/#comment-1580006</link><description>The limits of my brain bar me from understanding your meniacal compulsion to engage in online intellecutal masturbation.  It all strikes me as wonderfully vainglorious and self-indulgent.  While you digest the results of an online poll of your growing collection of friends' thoughts on the existence of god, you snooze through the signs of god all around you  - spring in the Upper Valley, a human life in your wife's womb, the glitter from the sun across a lake while sharing a beer with a close friend.     &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You wonder about the meaning of life?  The existence of god? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Close your lap-tap.  Allow the people who care about you to hear the joy in your voice as you recount your adventures in life.  &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;There it is.   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Required Reading for Chris:&lt;br&gt;Seize the Day - Saul Bellow&lt;br&gt;The Grand Inquisitor from The Brothers Karamazov</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Chad</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2007 10:50:21 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Ultrasound #2&amp;#8230;..Grrrrrrrrrr!</title><link>http://herbietown.disqus.com/ultrasound_28230grrrrrrrrrr/#comment-1580010</link><description>I presume when your new job starts that you are willing to have a camera installed in your office to have your every move videotaped and then put on YouTube for all to see.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Any concern for the rights to privacy of the individual?  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Evidently everyone you encounter exists to serve you and your capricious desire to broadcast your life to the rest of the world.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are the master and, we, your servants. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When I asked my wife, a woman experienced in the ways of overzealous men with videocameras during ultrasounds, whether or not a videocamera would bother her, she claimed, "No, but I would just think the person is crazy." &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In the medical profession you are "that guy."  Knock yourself out.</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Chad</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2007 18:35:21 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Did I find my tribe?</title><link>http://herbietown.disqus.com/did_i_find_my_tribe/#comment-599378</link><description>The thought of spending my "free time" with my co-workers makes me throw up in my mouth.</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Chad</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2008 11:46:13 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Marilyn</title><link>http://herbietown.disqus.com/marilyn/#comment-733849</link><description>I am not sure which of you seems to be enjoying the view more.  You are really getting involved.</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Chad</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 18:01:32 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Jack Tried To Sneak In</title><link>http://herbietown.disqus.com/jack_tried_to_sneak_in/#comment-891133</link><description>Oh, hey world, look at me!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I care so much about my son/family that I posted a picture of my child on my blog to let everyone know that I am the most caring father who is never home.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Does your son recognize you when walk in the door?  Or does Greta perform some bizarre ritual 30 minutes before you get home in which she shows Jack a picture of you, and explains, "Jack, this is your daddy" while simultaneously rattling his bottle in front of him so he knows to get excited?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hope the training is going well and your son is not turning into a mangina with zero male influence in his life.  However, I am sure that Brian, the cute guy from the third floor, who Greta swears  is "just a friend", is doing a fine job with your son.  And your wife for that matter. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am sure this cute picture of your son, and a couple beers drowns all the guilt, deep down, way down.  All the way down.  Down.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy Father's Day</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Chad</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jul 2008 17:55:20 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: A Sailing Adventure</title><link>http://herbietown.disqus.com/a_sailing_adventure/#comment-1063806</link><description>There was this guy I used to know who fearlessly, and with little second thought, paddled his kayak into the darkness of a lake much colder than Squam, during the middle of night, to heroically rescue several paddlers who had capsized their canoe.  This guy I used to know didn't complain about "drenching, freezing rain" nor did his "teeth clack" together when he literally pulled three young men from the "actually" cold water, saving them from drowning.  Seriously, there is no joke here.  Chris Herbert saved these guys lives - they would dead without him.  I was there to witness it.  I guess that guy is gone.  He crunches numbers now, is a dad, and sadly, a bitch.  Too bad.  You would have liked that guy.  I did.    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Chris, I am putting you on the next car ride to Vermont.  With luck, the terrible vag disease will clear up if we can catch it early.   And, hopefully, I'll get to meet sailing Ben and his apron.  He should come too.  Something is terrible wrong.  Please, fight the next man you see just to make sure you still are one.   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;With love, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hootie Hoo.</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Chad</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2008 14:55:34 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Me Against the Crack Pimp</title><link>http://herbietown.disqus.com/me_against_the_crack_pimp/#comment-1117320</link><description>I love this post.  I wanted it to be real; but, in true Hemingway style, it wasn't.  Hemingway was obsessed with his own cowardice, much like you.  In fact, his testosterone infused writing was really a reaction to his own insecurities.  He salivated over the bull fighters because he knew he could never step in the ring himself.  He elevates bullfighters in his writing because he knew he didn't have the courage to actually be one.  Check out "The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber"  Hemingway is Francis in that story.   Essentially, he is the rich guy who had to pay a guide to take himself and his wife out to the wild to hunt big game.  However, we comes upon the lion, he can't shoot it.  He wusses out.  Later on the truly "manly" guide bangs his wife and has the courage to actually kill, unlike Macomber.  Macomber does nothing about the guide banging his wife and tries to push down the fear he has when hunting.  Anyway.  So in reality, you are writing like Hemingway, in that you are making up fictional stories about the man you wish you could be but are not.  Tough territory.  It worked for Hemingway, maybe it can work for you.  This is much better than your pansy ass "sailing story."   This is a step up from the littany of crappy recent posts.  There is a reason why ManagerMom's blog has blown up - she is a clever writer and she doesn't put up posts about some silly apple - without actually writing about it.    This post is evidence that you could blow up too.   Yet, if you don't step it up, I am going to start my own blog dedicated to my complete bafflement that you actually have chosen to live in Stamford.  Stamford is God's proof of the levels of depravity that humans will plunge to in the quest for money.  People will actually willingly dehumanize themselves and live in apartments in Stamford.   Stamford incites the same fear in my soul that CO-OP city did the first time I saw its Orwellian uniformity.</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Chad</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 19:13:35 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Changing it all up</title><link>http://herbietown.disqus.com/changing_it_all_up/#comment-3313790</link><description>Speechless.</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Chad</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 26 Oct 2008 18:11:19 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Changing it all up</title><link>http://herbietown.disqus.com/changing_it_all_up/#comment-3328940</link><description>Is this some fate that everyone seems resigned to accept?  I mean, seriously, congrats on the new kid, the new car, the new job - if offering congratulations is the socially acceptable response that won't make me appear to be demonic to your friends who don't know me.  But, is it possible that I should really say, "I'm sorry" about all of this?  Is it horrible to posit the idea that this is all a disaster?  That in getting a house, another kid, and a mini-van, that a piece of you has died?  I am picturing Greta wanting to punch the screen right now.  I mean no personal offense to your life, your unborn child, you or your wife.  Yet, when you offer up the details of your life on the internet for analysis - or, actually, I am not sure why you do that - be prepared for my unfiltered critique.  When you put your shit out there, I am going to step in it.   And laugh.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Can't wait to ride shotty in the Chrysler T&amp;W and cruise ATL while my white owls burn kinda slow.  Hooty-hoo.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P.S.  Take off running.</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Chad</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2008 15:02:37 -0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>