<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742637593007409123</id><updated>2008-05-17T01:53:01.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Power Hour</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/blog.htm'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/atom.xml'/><author><name>Court</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742637593007409123.post-3071489563338617643</id><published>2008-05-15T12:10:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T15:06:42.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexball</title><summary type='text'>It has recently come to my attention that every single PIC reader (yes, every single one) hates when I write about my Kickball league.  I know this because Tyler Hurst told me.  I would like to take this moment to thank him for bringing this to my attention.  It is clear that you people prefer to hear about sex instead.  However, since I don't have sex, unless it's with myself, I've decided to </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/2008/05/sexball.html' title='Sexball'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742637593007409123&amp;postID=3071489563338617643&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/3071489563338617643'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/3071489563338617643'/><author><name>jb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863904851068443836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742637593007409123.post-5006854266349909934</id><published>2008-05-05T09:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T10:05:35.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Is The Best Day Of My Life</title><summary type='text'>Believe it or not, today is the best day of my life.  If you were standing next to me right now and I told you that, you might ask me what makes today the best day of my life?  I would answer you by asking you a question, even though people hate that shit.  Well, why WOULDN'T this be the best day of my life?  It's the only day of my life that I'm currently able to participate in, for starters.  
</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/2008/05/today-is-best-day-of-my-life.html' title='Today Is The Best Day Of My Life'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742637593007409123&amp;postID=5006854266349909934&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/5006854266349909934'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/5006854266349909934'/><author><name>jb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863904851068443836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742637593007409123.post-317725141351134680</id><published>2008-05-04T01:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T01:30:57.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>F-R-E-E, That Spells Free!</title><summary type='text'>Shopping for a new car, which ones me?  A cool convertible or an SUV? 

I didn't know that my credit was whack, now I'm driving off the lot in a used sub-compact!

F-R-E-E, that's spells free, credit report dot com, baby.  

Saw their adds on my TV, thought about going but was too lazy. 

Now Instead of looking fly and rollin' phat, my legs are sticking to the vinyl and my posse's gettin' laughed</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/2008/05/f-r-e-e-that-spells-free.html' title='F-R-E-E, That Spells Free!'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742637593007409123&amp;postID=317725141351134680&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/317725141351134680'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/317725141351134680'/><author><name>jb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863904851068443836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742637593007409123.post-9064000874921399875</id><published>2008-05-02T09:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T10:25:06.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What're You Lookin At, Butthead?</title><summary type='text'>To my 3 readers, sorry for the break.  I've been busy moving.

As you may know, from reading my blog, I participate in a Kickball league.  Since my last kickball post, I've played two games.  Well, the first game was a fucking disaster.  You have to have 4 girls playing at all times, and we only had 1 girl show up for the first game.   Thank you for being committed to the team, Bridget.  You're </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/2008/05/whatre-you-lookin-at-butthead.html' title='What&apos;re You Lookin At, Butthead?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742637593007409123&amp;postID=9064000874921399875&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/9064000874921399875'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/9064000874921399875'/><author><name>jb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863904851068443836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742637593007409123.post-6151654740673171013</id><published>2008-04-16T15:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T15:53:33.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wikipedia:  This Is Why I Love It!</title><summary type='text'>God I love Wikipedia.  I spend hours reading it sometimes.  Do you know the entire history of Dr. Pepper?  I do!  One of the reasons I love Wikipedia is because anybody can modify it, for any reason, at any time.  Now, they have editors who review every edit, but it usually takes them a few days to catch them.  Sometimes I see them before they catch it, and sometimes I edit Wikipedia articles </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/2008/04/wikipedia-this-is-why-i-love-it.html' title='Wikipedia:  This Is Why I Love It!'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742637593007409123&amp;postID=6151654740673171013&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/6151654740673171013'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/6151654740673171013'/><author><name>jb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863904851068443836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742637593007409123.post-2339403876991051565</id><published>2008-04-16T15:00:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T15:29:18.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mind Of A PIC Writer</title><summary type='text'>Everybody has been writing these "mind of" pieces since Justin Rebello did it a few years ago.  Some kid even plagiarized his article in his school newspaper.  And, since I'm a lazy asshole, I'm going to give you one too, with a spin, of course.

Damnit, I'm at work now.

Turn on laptop!

Yes!  Welcome to Windows.  I'm almost there!

I'm not going spend the entire day surfing the internet at work</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/2008/04/mind-of-pic-writer.html' title='The Mind Of A PIC Writer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742637593007409123&amp;postID=2339403876991051565&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/2339403876991051565'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/2339403876991051565'/><author><name>jb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863904851068443836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742637593007409123.post-6627239877657488139</id><published>2008-04-14T13:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T14:33:26.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kickball.  They Make It For Adults Now</title><summary type='text'>Did you know that they have a kickball league for adults?  Two months ago I didn't know, either.  I know now, though.  If you haven't guessed, I joined a kickball league.  Yea, you fucking heard me right, a kickball league.  No, I'm not playing against third graders, either.  Although, I could beat all their asses if I played them.

My roommate came to me about a month ago and asked me if I </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/2008/04/kickball-they-make-it-for-adults-now.html' title='Kickball.  They Make It For Adults Now'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742637593007409123&amp;postID=6627239877657488139&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/6627239877657488139'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/6627239877657488139'/><author><name>jb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863904851068443836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742637593007409123.post-7844428602560106778</id><published>2008-04-07T09:46:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T13:09:41.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anonymous Can Eat Me</title><summary type='text'>For those of you who aren't familiar with the group Anonymous, let me explain to you who they are.

Anonymous = Internet Pussies.

Essentially, they are a bunch of losers who started a crusade against the Church Of Scientology.  In reality, these people are simpletons and are no better than the CoS.  I have never given the CoS enough thought to even care about them, let alone form an opinion, but</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/2008/04/anonymous-can-eat-me.html' title='Anonymous Can Eat Me'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742637593007409123&amp;postID=7844428602560106778&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/7844428602560106778'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/7844428602560106778'/><author><name>jb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863904851068443836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742637593007409123.post-6103664670237694372</id><published>2008-04-03T14:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T14:37:09.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm From The Future, And I Have Proof!</title><summary type='text'>What I'm about to tell you is going to blow your mind.  I haven't been able to reveal this piece of information about myself until now. 

I, J.B. Hour, am from the future.

Unlike a lot of other people who claim to be from the future, I'm actually going to show you hard evidence. Yes, you heard me right, hard fucking evidence. It's been a long time since I used my time machine, but yesterday I </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/2008/04/im-from-future-and-i-have-proof.html' title='I&apos;m From The Future, And I Have Proof!'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742637593007409123&amp;postID=6103664670237694372&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/6103664670237694372'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/6103664670237694372'/><author><name>jb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863904851068443836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742637593007409123.post-4388406234328313727</id><published>2008-04-03T13:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:28:13.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Proofreading:  A Lost Art Form</title><summary type='text'>Most of you would probably agree that I'm not a "writer."  I do, however, write.  Taking this into consideration, before I post any blog or submit any article to PIC, I feverishly proofread it over and over again.  I don't have a degree in writing like Nate does, nor am I capable of writing stunningly vivid articles depicting eloquently quaint ordeals in every day life, like Nick.  But I do know </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/2008/04/proofreading-lost-art-form.html' title='Proofreading:  A Lost Art Form'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742637593007409123&amp;postID=4388406234328313727&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/4388406234328313727'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/4388406234328313727'/><author><name>jb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863904851068443836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742637593007409123.post-987852068916068393</id><published>2008-04-01T09:45:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T13:27:22.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillary Clinton Is Illiterate</title><summary type='text'>Yes, the woman who is running for President can't even read.  Last night, while at a campaign function she gave a speech and could hardly read the teleprompter.

Personally, I think she was drunk.  I'm speechless.  Below is the video.

Hillary Clinton Illiteracy Video</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/2008/04/hillary-clinton-is-illiterate.html' title='Hillary Clinton Is Illiterate'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742637593007409123&amp;postID=987852068916068393&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/987852068916068393'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/987852068916068393'/><author><name>jb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863904851068443836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742637593007409123.post-1750734776791970646</id><published>2008-03-28T10:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T11:22:48.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention Consumer:  Ben Popken Is An Asshole</title><summary type='text'>Does anybody else ever visit The Consumerist website?  If you're not familiar with the website, let me explain it to you.  The Consumerist is a website that trashes companies for doing things like turning a profit or using marketing.  They trash retailers like Radio Shack for selling Monster Cables with an 80% markup.  An 80% markup you say?  That sounds outrageous, right?

WRONG.

The last time </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/2008/03/attention-consumer-ben-popken-is.html' title='Attention Consumer:  Ben Popken Is An Asshole'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742637593007409123&amp;postID=1750734776791970646&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/1750734776791970646'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/1750734776791970646'/><author><name>jb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863904851068443836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742637593007409123.post-2351701988343444113</id><published>2008-03-27T14:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T15:46:32.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Tic-Tac-Toe</title><summary type='text'>Woot!  I'm back from my trip to see the fam.  Now I can bombard your brain stems with another amazing blog experience.

Shaq Diesel is simply amazing.  I say this because he seems to have a never ending string of great quotes.  For example, today I was reading ESPN and almost lost it when I read his quote regarding an expletive he used in regards to whether or not he cared about what his former </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/2008/03/extreme-tic-tac-toe.html' title='Extreme Tic-Tac-Toe'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742637593007409123&amp;postID=2351701988343444113&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/2351701988343444113'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/2351701988343444113'/><author><name>jb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863904851068443836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742637593007409123.post-4945300340368786677</id><published>2008-03-18T21:53:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T01:15:13.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not a Racist, I Swear</title><summary type='text'>DISCLAIMER: I am not a racist. I like black people.

I read ESPN.com every day. I read it because I love sports. I always stop by the college football section, in hopes that there will be an update on when Terrelle Pryor will announce what school he's going to attend. If you don't know who Terrelle Pryor is, he's a high school phenom. There hasn't been a high school athlete this hyped since </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/2008/03/im-not-racist-i-swear.html' title='I&apos;m Not a Racist, I Swear'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742637593007409123&amp;postID=4945300340368786677&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/4945300340368786677'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/4945300340368786677'/><author><name>jb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863904851068443836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742637593007409123.post-2550653771129453253</id><published>2008-03-13T19:56:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T01:13:35.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste the Rainbow, Bitch</title><summary type='text'>Eliot Spitzer isn't the only Government official in the news these days. An eighth grade boy in Connecticut was suspended for buying Skittles from another student this week. Since then he's been forced to resign from his post as student council Vice President. The problem doesn't seem to be isolated to Connecticut, either.

Kids across the country are getting sugar highs off of candy on a regular</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/2008/03/taste-rainbow-bitch.html' title='Taste the Rainbow, Bitch'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742637593007409123&amp;postID=2550653771129453253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/2550653771129453253'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/2550653771129453253'/><author><name>jb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863904851068443836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742637593007409123.post-4379967425376260121</id><published>2008-03-11T22:31:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T01:10:53.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Redneck Retirement</title><summary type='text'>Welcome to The Power Hour. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking the first blog anybody posts is always the same bullshit explaining what the blog is going to be about. Well, that's boring, so forget it. I'm not going to bore you with what time I took nap today, or what I ate for breakfast, so get ready.

On my way to work this morning I stopped at the local Hess to grab something to drink</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/2008/03/redneck-retirement.html' title='Redneck Retirement'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742637593007409123&amp;postID=4379967425376260121&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.pointsincase.com/jb/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/4379967425376260121'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742637593007409123/posts/default/4379967425376260121'/><author><name>jb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863904851068443836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>