<?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-983482701123595250</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 16:35:17 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Scriptures of Tyrone</title><description/><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/lucci/blog.htm</link><managingEditor>Court</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983482701123595250.post-1554115828558394889</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 03:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-28T00:53:16.580-04:00</atom:updated><title>Beyond the Wild Blue</title><atom:summary type='text'>I ship out to Lackland AFB, Texas, on a Tuesday. I had sex on a Tuesday once. Logically,  this coming Tuesday is going to be a good day.

My training period will encompass the theatrical releases of Iron Man, Indy Jones, and Speed Racer. It's unfair, really.

Other historical events that fall within this period include the 2nd anniversary of my 21st birthday, Memorial Day Weekend, and the </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/lucci/2008/04/beyond-wild-blue.html</link><author>J.M. Lucci</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983482701123595250.post-2744528401370578769</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 01:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-28T00:23:48.914-04:00</atom:updated><title>Sermon: Shepherd the Sheep</title><atom:summary type='text'>0553 Hours, Fort Lee, Virginia

Can err'body hear me? Yeah? Okay people, let's break it up. I wanna' make this quick so I can get to my first cup of coffee. Err'body get off the curb and ontada' street. Hey! Get back, I ain't got time to piss around wich ya'll. It's too early, I'm too cranky, and if one of ya'll acts a fool, I'll make sure the doctors probe ya' witdey' foot. And don't flap ya'lls</atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/lucci/2008/04/sermon-shepherd-sheep.html</link><author>J.M. Lucci</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983482701123595250.post-7606295346029116458</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Feb 2008 21:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-10T17:04:17.274-05:00</atom:updated><title>Repent, it's Lent!</title><atom:summary type='text'>Lent is here, which to all good Catholics means another season of forgetting not to eat meat on Fridays. Also, it means us true Christians must voluntarily give up something meaningful in our lives, so that we may begin to value said thing after a brief hiatus of fasting. Obviously, your run-of-the-mill American Catholic doesn't care. As we shouldn't--when your religion is over a billion strong, </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/lucci/2008/02/repent-its-lent.html</link><author>J.M. Lucci</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983482701123595250.post-3136464498710350286</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Dec 2007 17:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-25T12:40:12.065-05:00</atom:updated><title>Joyous Kwanzaa</title><atom:summary type='text'>If it's the 25th and you're reading this, you obviously got more clothes than toys this year from Santa. So sad, too bad. Get off the computer and go play with your friends' new toys--their parents still love them. And if you're wondering why I'm online, well, read on...

I'm going to be taking more days off from writing PIC columns and blog entries to celebrate Kwanzaa. So, to all my brothers </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/lucci/2007/12/joyous-kwanzaa.html</link><author>J.M. Lucci</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983482701123595250.post-6706011089310965622</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Dec 2007 05:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-15T00:25:13.306-05:00</atom:updated><title>Marine is Funny</title><atom:summary type='text'>Bwahahaha. Marine is funny. And angry. And has a small wang.

Lookie:



Aaaaaand later on:



Sorry, Marine. =(</atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/lucci/2007/12/bwahahaha.html</link><author>J.M. Lucci</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983482701123595250.post-1925118121090417155</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2007 21:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-19T17:22:51.113-05:00</atom:updated><title>What I Did This Afternoon</title><atom:summary type='text'>Well, well, looks like I need a car to get home for Thanksgiving. I know, I'll go to Enterprise Rentals! They pick me up!
(ring ring)
Hi, Enterprise? Yes, I need a car for 4pm! Yes, I have all that. Okay, pick me up at 3:30! Sweet! Thanks, Enterprise! You're the best-est!

(vroom vroom 20 minute ride to the store, courtesy of Enterprise)

Me: Hey, thanks for the ride.
Enterprise: Anytime. So, </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/lucci/2007/11/what-i-did-this-afternoon.html</link><author>J.M. Lucci</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983482701123595250.post-6136714799344541784</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2007 04:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-17T02:00:03.962-05:00</atom:updated><title>Anastasia's Wake</title><atom:summary type='text'>Unfortunately, my car died in a tragic collision last Friday. I wrote about it as part of the "Day in the Life of" series. Most everything that happened is covered in the piece, except of, what happened the Tuesday after.

There's a grieving process when you lose a loved one. My car was an important part of my life, in some respects, comparable to a wife or girlfriend. She got me to where I </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/lucci/2007/11/anastasias-wake.html</link><author>J.M. Lucci</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983482701123595250.post-7227604934720097309</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Nov 2007 19:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-03T16:30:04.568-04:00</atom:updated><title>Live from the News Office</title><atom:summary type='text'>We now go live to Tyrone's Brain, already in progress:

Man, it’s noon. No wait, five past one. Late again. My editor-in-chief looks irked, as usual, over my tardiness. Whatever. Until someone else learns how to efficiently use the layout program, I’m unaccountable for my blantant disregard for others’ opinions, emotions, and general well-being.

Two o’ clock already? How time flies when you're </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/lucci/2007/11/live-from-news-office.html</link><author>J.M. Lucci</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983482701123595250.post-4440595130560527320</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Nov 2007 00:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-31T20:20:17.679-04:00</atom:updated><title>Sucked Dry</title><atom:summary type='text'>Wouldn't that be the best title ever for vampire porno? Yes, I think so.</atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/lucci/2007/10/sucked-dry.html</link><author>J.M. Lucci</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983482701123595250.post-6402649237800605586</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Oct 2007 05:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-09T02:31:18.249-04:00</atom:updated><title>Who Gets Cut Off at a Wedding?</title><atom:summary type='text'>So I went home to the RIC for a wedding this weekend. Best friend's sister and all that. Known 'em since the 2nd grade. Real good friends and all. You know the drill.
I get invited, I hear from the grapevine (the best friend) that it's an open bar, there's free food, and plenty of laughs to be had. How can I say no?

The wedding went off without a hitch, and as things were, it was a Catholic </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/lucci/2007/10/who-gets-cut-off-at-wedding.html</link><author>J.M. Lucci</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983482701123595250.post-1583129516998915993</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Sep 2007 02:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-22T03:51:58.474-04:00</atom:updated><title>Sermon: Desegregate Parking</title><atom:summary type='text'>Brothers and sisters of the community, let us begin today's sermon by giving thanks to Jesus—carpenter son of Juan and Maria Salverro, who—in our time of need—hooked this church up with discounted lumber to repair the damage done at last year’s Indoor Barbeque Competition.  We still have not officially found the culprit, but we all know who it was, and if only a certain organ player would fess up</atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/lucci/2007/09/sermon-desegregate-parking.html</link><author>J.M. Lucci</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983482701123595250.post-2536310219577389369</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Sep 2007 17:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-18T15:17:05.820-04:00</atom:updated><title>Welcome Party</title><atom:summary type='text'>Brothers and sisters of the community, I'm here to lay down the Word of Tyrone and bring joy unto the masses. Thus, I've secured this fashionable weblog, with Pastor Sullivan's blessing, because writing once a week isn't enough for an insomniac that puts "early riser" on his roommate compatibility forms.

Let's break the ice by listing my favorite movies. Everyone loves movies, and according to </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/lucci/2007/09/welcome-party.html</link><author>J.M. Lucci</author></item></channel></rss>