<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12446206</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 19:20:14 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Court Jesting</title><description/><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/blog/court.htm</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Court)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>199</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12446206.post-6844198862427018792</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2008 07:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-12T03:55:08.006-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Mechanical Bull</title><atom:summary type='text'>Alright, who's next? I'm all greased up with nowhere to go!

YOU?! You think you can ride me?? AHAHAHAHA!! I've been bucking mildly sober people off in under 30 seconds since we opened this white trash dump of a bar and you think you can even climb on without falling over?! Yeah, this oughta be funny.

Oh good idea, tell all your friends to get out their cameras first, cuz this one's goin on </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/blog/2008/05/mechanical-bull.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Court)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12446206.post-5543212581004575479</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 03:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-27T23:50:30.385-04:00</atom:updated><title>Experimental Descriptions</title><atom:summary type='text'>Everyone's favorite PIC writer, Paul Frank, will soon be writing a weekly column called "Experimental Comedy." As part of the column-making process (nothing like childbirth, but something like raising a child), I ask new columnists to sum up their column in a short description. The result is this page full of them. You could think of it less as a description and more as some sort of guiding light</atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/blog/2008/04/experimental-descriptions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Court)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12446206.post-6792351701589344868</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 06:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-18T03:10:55.782-04:00</atom:updated><title>Alexa Finally Admits They Sucked</title><atom:summary type='text'>Warning: The following post is for hardcore internet geeks only. And people who like to laugh at jokes, even though they might not fully understand them.

After years and years of ridiculously inaccurate rankings and flawed methodology, Alexa has finally admitted guilt:

"The New Alexa Rankings"
http://www.alexa.com/site/company/announcement

Talk about taking forever to fix your shit. This was a</atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/blog/2008/04/alexa-finally-admits-they-sucked.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Court)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12446206.post-6178287083191019609</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Apr 2008 22:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-11T01:57:26.664-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Question of Vulgarity</title><atom:summary type='text'>To be, or not to be vulgar? That is the question among many of the people who submit articles to PIC.

Very often, I will get one of the following types of notes attached to submissions:

I wrote this article. I don't know if it's too vulgar, but I hope not. I could probably edit out the bad words and stuff if you want.

OR 

I wrote this really vulgar/offensive article. I figured PIC was </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/blog/2008/04/question-of-vulgarity.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Court)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12446206.post-5728881687411044369</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2008 01:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-28T22:04:30.181-04:00</atom:updated><title>South Park vs. Shit Jobs</title><atom:summary type='text'> The following is an email transcript:
Court to Tushar 
Mar 24, 2008 at 5:23 PM

AV Club: With that all said, do you still enjoy it [making South Park]?

Trey Parker: No. But I've never enjoyed it. That's what's so funny. People always think that making the show is so much fun. Especially people that don't know what it's like to write, and stuff like that. It's always been totally stressful, </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/blog/2008/03/south-park-vs-shit-jobs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Court)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12446206.post-4336350630232034693</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 09:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-27T03:39:43.569-04:00</atom:updated><title>Awkward, Sexual Elevator Lines</title><atom:summary type='text'>One-on-One Elevator Moments

"If we were the last two people on this elevator, and the entire elevator race depended on us, would you have sex with me? Hurry! We're running out of time!"

"So that's it? You're not even going to tell me why you're mad at me? This is ridiculous. How am I supposed to know what I did wrong if you won't even talk to me?"

(looking down, bashfully) "So, I was thinking,</atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/blog/2008/03/awkward-sexual-elevator-lines.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Court)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12446206.post-9185740793800603319</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 05:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-18T02:19:45.919-04:00</atom:updated><title>Court Sullivan Dropped Some Knowledge on Me</title><atom:summary type='text'>By JOHNNY GROELING

Some of you may remember me from my previous piece, “The Ass Strike,” in which I documented a power struggle between me and my power hungry asshole. This tasteful piece surely secured my place in literary history alongside the likes of Hemingway, Twain, Shakespeare, and Seuss. So, following my accomplishment, I decided to bow out gracefully while at the top of my game. Yes, </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/blog/2008/03/court-sullivan-dropped-some-knowledge.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Court)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12446206.post-8772711593030212542</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Mar 2008 03:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-13T23:10:31.241-04:00</atom:updated><title>Watch Trash, Think Trash</title><atom:summary type='text'>http://kevindavidcrowe.tumblr.com/post/28737458

This guy's post is exactly how I feel about TV these days: While trashy TV may seem like harmless fun, watch enough of it and your own daily thoughts will slowly disintegrate into trash as well. This is the way big media is beating up consumers mentally these days.

Why do they want to do this?

So your brain will be nice and soft when the </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/blog/2008/03/watch-trash-think-trash.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Court)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12446206.post-617867102070141536</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2008 07:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-12T03:37:51.374-04:00</atom:updated><title>Why Evite Sucks</title><atom:summary type='text'>In case you were wondering, this is why Evite sucks.

Long story short: In 2001 Evite was bought by IAC (the multi-billion dollar company that owns Ticketmaster, Ask.com, Expedia, HotWire, Match.com, etc) and set on auto-pilot because there was no real competitor. Hey, when your company owns 60+ businesses, and one of the smaller ones is maintaining a steady number of users and revenue even </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/blog/2008/03/why-evite-sucks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Court)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12446206.post-1359250123127249555</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Mar 2008 07:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-11T03:58:30.359-04:00</atom:updated><title>Keep Blogging, Morons!</title><atom:summary type='text'>Occasionally I like to read random blogs on the internet. Not anything in particular, just the most average thing possible. I suppose I find some enjoyment in keeping a "finger on the pulse."

For one, it amazes me how many people still keep the most boring daily accounts of their lives because they think other people are keeping up with every second. Maybe people ARE keeping up with every second</atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/blog/2008/03/keep-blogging-morons.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Court)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12446206.post-1442876283275451399</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2008 08:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-04T02:35:03.269-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Popsicle Stick Structure</title><atom:summary type='text'>When someone says "I'll never forget the time..." blah blah blah happened, I always want to take out a pencil and yell, "IF IT WEREN'T FOR MY MEMORY ERASER!!" then start prodding at them with it going "Get back! Get back!" Trust me, it's the perfect way to kill any story.

Which reminds me of this really weird story I have about the other night (better tell it before I forget). My girlfriend and </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/blog/2008/03/popsicle-stick-structure.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Court)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12446206.post-841459003104462495</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Feb 2008 21:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-26T16:05:04.917-05:00</atom:updated><title>Scare Tactics on Sci Fi</title><atom:summary type='text'>Holy shit, am I the last person or the first person in the US to discover the absolute insanity/awesomeness of every episode of the TV show "Scare Tactics" on the Sci Fi Channel?  

Each Scare Tactics episode contains 4 prank segments of about 4-5 minutes each, and I just spent the last 3 hours watching segments non-stop on YouTube. The show ran from 2003-2006, but why it stopped, and how </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/blog/2008/02/scare-tactics-on-sci-fi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Court)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12446206.post-8225077879790722237</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 02:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-14T21:36:39.762-05:00</atom:updated><title>Buying Beer - Not 21</title><atom:summary type='text'>While I'm on the subject of posting super-awesome-wow videos, I'd like to introduce you guys to my latest comedy troupe obsession (does 2 people count as a troupe?): Brian McElhaney and Nick Kocher, aka BriTANick. I'm somewhat jealous because they get to claim Atlanta as their hometown while I just get to live in it (still love you, Huntsvegas), but now they're in New York City so points deducted</atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/blog/2008/02/buying-beer-not-21.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Court)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12446206.post-1097188529214926257</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2008 07:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-13T02:23:08.147-05:00</atom:updated><title>Growing Up Poor</title><atom:summary type='text'>Sometimes I feel like too many videos we laugh at these days are TOO zany, wild, outrageous, constructed, or setup. Is there a such thing as getting too much funny? Like if you leave TBS on in the background for long enough, eventually you even lose the motivation to laugh at Family Guy.

That's why it's refreshing to get a dose of stuff like this every now and then:



I love how different </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/blog/2008/02/growing-up-poor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Court)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12446206.post-7227264109393760557</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2008 08:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-05T03:08:16.597-05:00</atom:updated><title>Super Snooze Day</title><atom:summary type='text'>Hear that? It's the sound of your alarm clock in your memory... the one you turned off an hour ago. Time to get up and vote.

Well, only if you live in Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, Arkansas, California, Colorado, Connecticut, Delaware, Georgia, Idaho, Illinois, Kansas, Massachusetts, Minnesota, Missouri, New Jersey, New Mexico, New York, North Dakota, Oklahoma, Tennessee, or Utah.

Otherwise you can</atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/blog/2008/02/super-snooze-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Court)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12446206.post-6025481969216975476</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Jan 2008 01:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-30T20:04:26.388-05:00</atom:updated><title>I Hate 50/50 Chances</title><atom:summary type='text'>I hate things that have a 50/50 chance. 

When somebody tells me something has a 50/50 chance of happening, it's like filling out an entire question and answer survey with "n/a" - you get absolutely no information and the whole thing was pointless. Or like my favorite quote from Scott Goodyer in which a badass whispers in one ear to a girl "I love you" and then immediately whispers in her other </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/blog/2008/01/i-hate-5050-chances.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Court)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12446206.post-782402432661189026</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Jan 2008 08:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-28T04:25:06.238-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Real Facebook Relationship Status List</title><atom:summary type='text'>Select Status:

Single 
Sleeping Around
In a Relationship
In a Fight
On a Break
On the Rebound
Engaged
Married
About to Get Divorced
Divorced
Lonely
It's Complicated
Can't Talk About It Right Now
In an Open Relationship
In a Long-Distance Disaster
Deciding Between Two People
Happily Cheating on My Partner
Trying Out the No Sex Thing
Cyber Dating
Ugly

(Write your status in the comments)</atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/blog/2008/01/real-facebook-relationship-status-list.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Court)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12446206.post-6982692177013765647</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2008 00:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-21T19:36:38.208-05:00</atom:updated><title>Why Most Rappers Work for Free</title><atom:summary type='text'>While drinking, listening to music, and doing the usual pre-Saturday night crunk activities the other night, I started thinking more in depth about the current paradox many rappers have set up for themselves, in that they currently rap about two things: getting money, and throwing money away.

Getting money is a universally accepted goal for most Americans, but I'd venture to say that rappers </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/blog/2008/01/why-most-rappers-work-for-free.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Court)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12446206.post-1614166010303988714</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jan 2008 07:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-18T02:54:29.101-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>grocery</category><title>Grocery Store Thoughts</title><atom:summary type='text'>

Whenever I carry a 12-pack or more of toilet paper out of the store, I feel like everybody thinks I have diarrhea. Or that something else is really wrong with my butt. It wouldn't be so bad if those big multi-packs could actually fit in a plastic bag. But they can't. You always have to carry them free-hand. Like a case of beer. Imagine if you will, women, that you had to carry around a big box </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/blog/2008/01/grocery-store-thoughts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Court)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12446206.post-7588168910756515126</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jan 2008 10:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-11T12:39:36.270-05:00</atom:updated><title>Suggest a Voyeur IM Topic</title><atom:summary type='text'>For the first time on PIC, I decided to actually schedule a Voyeur IM. Sometime this coming week, Mikey and I will log on to AIM and have a chat, a la the old Yahoo IM Live Contest, although you won't be able to read us until the next day, so think of it as tape delay.

To borrow an old trick from every radio DJ, I'm taking suggestions from you, the demanding reader (perhaps listener, if you have</atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/blog/2008/01/suggest-voyeur-im-topic.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Court)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12446206.post-7259230830118242178</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Dec 2007 08:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-19T04:45:10.057-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>csi</category><title>Worst Crime Scene Investigator Ever</title><atom:summary type='text'>From a crime scene investigator's personal voice recorder, the afternoon following an apparent late-night homicide in a 3-star hotel room (the police have already arrived and done some preliminary work to the crime scene):

- Free continental breakfast before 11am, bring Lindsay here next wkd, DO NOT SLEEP IN.

- Ugh, stinks in here!! Bring one of those face mask thingys next time.

- Wait wait, </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/blog/2007/12/worst-crime-scene-investigator-ever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Court)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12446206.post-376812870777638775</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Dec 2007 08:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-19T03:24:27.742-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>facebook-group-prank</category><title>Facebook Photo Warning</title><atom:summary type='text'>I received a "Facebook Warning" via email yesterday saying a photo I had uploaded to "Courtney Sullivan's Stable" violated Facebook's "Terms of Use", so it was removed.

Here is the photo I uploaded:



My caption was: Courtney Sullivans aren't known for falling asleep on the job!

According to the Facebook Warning, "Among other things, photos containing nudity, drug use, or other obscene content</atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/blog/2007/12/facebook-photo-warning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Court)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12446206.post-2526397710542255573</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Dec 2007 02:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-17T15:41:14.322-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>facebook-group-prank</category><title>The Facebook Group Prank</title><atom:summary type='text'>I've been planning a prank now for over a year and a half, and I'm happy to announce that it is ready to commence. For your viewing pleasure, this prank will unfold live, right before your eyes. Furthermore, you are invited to contribute to the prank:

http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=2204709108

Background:

My name is William Courtney Sullivan, but I go by Court. I went by Courtney up </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/blog/2007/12/facebook-group-prank.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Court)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12446206.post-1246552365587225041</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 10:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-12T15:02:21.715-05:00</atom:updated><title>Sorry I Missed Your IM</title><atom:summary type='text'>

You'll have to excuse me if I missed your last IM - I was only on "public" for 20 minutes last week and I mostly just talked to GiggLeyGurL055.

Next time send me an email?</atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/blog/2007/12/sorry-i-missed-your-im.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Court)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12446206.post-4366126941876300431</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2007 07:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-03T02:25:02.317-05:00</atom:updated><title>My Cat Doesn't Know How to Search the Internet</title><atom:summary type='text'>

But he does find the keyboard to be a nice place to nap.




My cat is no bigger than a dime.




But he is only a kitten.




My cat will probably never be bigger than a quarter.




Heads and tails included.




My cat is a monster.




Don't hate on a monsta.</atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/blog/2007/12/my-cat-doesnt-know-how-to-search.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Court)</author></item></channel></rss>