<?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-2260928935677787694</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 21:23:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>The Tyler Effect</title><description/><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/tyler/blog.htm</link><managingEditor>Court</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260928935677787694.post-6307916250966906010</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2008 19:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-02T15:44:49.090-04:00</atom:updated><title>Heart-Shaped Box Office</title><atom:summary type='text'>Told you I'd be back.

I'm starting to think that until Indy 4 comes out, we might not have any great movies out in our collective theaters. It seems like every time I glance at this country's cinematic fare, it becomes more and more saturated with absolute, undeniable shit.

And just like last time, I'm gonna review the top ten box office grossers so you poor bastards don't have to spend your </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/tyler/2008/04/heart-shaped-box-office.html</link><author>Tyler</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260928935677787694.post-4215000081031008870</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2008 01:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-28T21:32:26.091-04:00</atom:updated><title>They Were Panting...</title><atom:summary type='text'>... like a pedophile at a playground.

'Cause The Dude said he'd be coming back very soon.</atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/tyler/2008/03/they-were-panting.html</link><author>Tyler</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260928935677787694.post-3310391076706092223</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 17:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-19T13:25:02.893-04:00</atom:updated><title>Yuengling-Feueld Thoughts</title><atom:summary type='text'>In less than two and a half months, I will turn 21. Some equate this milestone with the coming Apocalypse, and those zealots are not entirely mistaken. I do, in fact, intend to cause a rip in the space-time continuum by ordering drinks fast enough to warp the fabric of our universe.

How would you spend your tax return if you were me; a surfboard to learn on when I move to the beach this summer, </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/tyler/2008/03/yuengling-feueld-thoughts.html</link><author>Tyler</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260928935677787694.post-8814903627918942187</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Mar 2008 21:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-14T18:11:11.502-04:00</atom:updated><title>I'm Not Dead. Frankly.</title><atom:summary type='text'>I've just been really fucking busy.

Aside from trying to salvage a lot of my grades that were (and continue to be) hurt by my quaint little case of alcoholism, I've had a few things that have taken precedent over PICing for the last while or so. Chiefly, last week was NC State's spring break, and even if I had wireless or a laptop  at the beach, I wouldn't have been sober enough to see the keys </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/tyler/2008/03/im-not-dead-frankly.html</link><author>Tyler</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260928935677787694.post-2406281646518454689</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2008 06:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-28T12:45:07.239-05:00</atom:updated><title>Late DeadGraaf</title><atom:summary type='text'>Ladies and gentlefolk, Nathan DeGraaf is dead (he's the one on the right).

As we all know, Mr. DeGraaf usually uploads his Snippets on Wednesdays, which, I'm sure, fills you all with merriment and mirth and smiles and such. Unfortunately, we will hear no more excerpts from his weekly conversations. I will wait for you all to grieve.

I'm not entirely sure what circumstances precipitated his </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/tyler/2008/02/late-deadgraaf.html</link><author>Tyler</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260928935677787694.post-3511780979605422799</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Feb 2008 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-25T23:25:33.829-05:00</atom:updated><title>Spring Break Thoughts</title><atom:summary type='text'>I'll have all you know that I'm typing out this post without the use of my keyboard's "T" button. It sucks. In these three sentences alone, I have used the letter "T" twenty-three times. That means I've had to pull up a keyboard viewer on my display and click those letters in myself. I hope you're all happy and not ungrateful bastards. On to the thoughts, and my second beer.

I'm through The Old </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/tyler/2008/02/spring-break-thoughts.html</link><author>Tyler</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260928935677787694.post-7989945136760139271</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2008 21:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-13T22:54:21.010-05:00</atom:updated><title>I Review, So You Don't Have To</title><atom:summary type='text'>I don't know about y'all, but I've been pretty damned disappointed roughly 9/10 times I've seen a movie in theaters during the last few years. 3:10  To Yuma was good, but I'm afraid I only liked it 'cause it was the first decent western to come along since Tombstone, but that's only if you don't count Serenity/Firefly as a western, which I don't. It is a hybrid.

Anyway, point is, I hate 90% of </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/tyler/2008/02/i-review-so-you-dont-have-to.html</link><author>Tyler</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260928935677787694.post-1518681642062324119</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2008 04:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-12T15:47:31.783-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Old Man And The Thoughts</title><atom:summary type='text'>This past Thursday eve, I walked in (drunk) to my local tobacco dealer looking to purchase my signature brand of death sticks, Kamel Reds. I also purchased (in my drunken stupor) a package of loose-leaf cigarette tobacco, with the complimentary 50 rolling papers. As you may guess, I bought this with the idea to roll a few of my own cigarettes. One, it saves money, because I can get about 50 or so</atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/tyler/2008/02/old-man-and-thoughts.html</link><author>Tyler</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260928935677787694.post-3361473071691237235</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Feb 2008 09:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-10T04:37:49.546-05:00</atom:updated><title>Listen to ME on THE RADIO, TODAY.</title><atom:summary type='text'>Late night post. Good shit. Keep brief. No modifiers/articles/logical disjunctions.

I've got my radio show tomorrow, which I have (and Nate has) written about IN A TIME KNOWN AS THE PAST, and if you listen, you'll get to hear 1) badass classic rock and 2) what I sound like on the radio, which has probably been a wish of yours since birth, or conception.

Just go here, download the mp3 stream (</atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/tyler/2008/02/listen-to-me-on-radio-today.html</link><author>Tyler</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260928935677787694.post-5324577343146110485</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2008 01:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-06T20:23:49.397-05:00</atom:updated><title>A-Crow-Stic</title><atom:summary type='text'>Double, please. It'sRight there, bottom shelf. Yeah,I know it has dust on it.Now, please, pour me and glass, and I'll thank you toKeep 'em comin'.
Only difference between my Crow and theLeading brands is the twentyDollar markup you'll get for a handle of Beam.
Could've spent my money on a fifth ofRail ginOr wasted fifteen bucks on BuddyWeiser again,
But I'm sure glad to know my buddy,Old Crow,</atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/tyler/2008/02/crow-stic.html</link><author>Tyler</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260928935677787694.post-7420483448140773810</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2008 03:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-04T22:50:52.100-05:00</atom:updated><title>First Hangover In A While Thoughts</title><atom:summary type='text'>Howdy, ladies and gents and misanthropes. It's Monday night, I'm drinking cheap whiskey, we've seen another Super Bowl come and go, and I haven't been to one of my classes in two weeks. That being said, let's begin.

Those of you who keep a rough chronological timeline of my writing will notice that I began and ended a series on hobos, "On Hobos", last week. I enjoyed it, and I hope you did too. </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/tyler/2008/02/first-hangover-in-while-thoughts.html</link><author>Tyler</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260928935677787694.post-1380294812082477463</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Feb 2008 03:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-03T22:06:10.120-05:00</atom:updated><title>My Thoughts On The Last Minute Of Super Bowl XLII</title><atom:summary type='text'></atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/tyler/2008/02/my-thoughts-on-last-minute-of-super.html</link><author>Tyler</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260928935677787694.post-523586654073001758</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Feb 2008 07:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-02T02:41:42.179-05:00</atom:updated><title>That's That Bullshit I'm Talkin' About</title><atom:summary type='text'>This evening, I went shooting pool with two of my chums back in cold, rainy Durham, the city that birthed me. Cutting through the niceties and getting to the point (a talent of mine, to be sure), my buddy Moose Tracks can be heard saying two things quite frequently whenever we go to The Pool Hall I Shoot At. One phrase, "Fuck," is usually used to denote an error on his part, like blowing an easy </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/tyler/2008/02/thats-bullshit-im-talkin-about.html</link><author>Tyler</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260928935677787694.post-718149477497153276</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Jan 2008 22:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-29T17:12:00.046-05:00</atom:updated><title>On Hobos, Part III</title><atom:summary type='text'>Welcome to the first installment of The Tyler Effect's award-winning new mini-series, On Hobos, Available on HD-DVD and Blu-Ray Disc.

"The only thing we have to fear," Franklin "DelaNoLegs" Roosevelt was fond of saying, "are dirty, gin-soaked Hobos."

Roosevelt, the nation's first electric president, had it out for Hobos from day one. His wealthy ancestry and aristocratic upbringing brought </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/tyler/2008/01/on-hobos-part-iii.html</link><author>Tyler</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260928935677787694.post-6128103362376767845</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2008 01:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-25T12:37:30.868-05:00</atom:updated><title>On Hobos, Part II</title><atom:summary type='text'>We now continue our several-part series, On Hobos, already in progress, in the past.

As billions of folk across the United States lost their jobs following the successive blows of Black Thursday, Black Monday, Black Tuesday, and Hawaiian Shirt Friday, those without means to support themselves turned to Hoboism. An adventurous way to spend a few years in poverty, Hoboism (or Hobotics) proved to </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/tyler/2008/01/on-hobos-part-ii.html</link><author>Tyler</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260928935677787694.post-7773259002671174819</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jan 2008 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-23T23:28:22.850-05:00</atom:updated><title>On Hobos, Part I</title><atom:summary type='text'>The Wandering Folk; The Glorious Rail-Riders; The Federal Reserve. The Hobos went by many names, none of which they could spell, or understand. No, The Hobos of the early 20th century were proud and noble, illiterate and surly, and always, always drunk.

The origin of The Hobo can be traced back to ancient Mesopotamia, or "The Hobo Bindle Of Civilization". In the fertile lands nestled between the</atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/tyler/2008/01/on-hobos-part-i.html</link><author>Tyler</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260928935677787694.post-7775894538418089269</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2008 06:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-19T16:29:35.724-05:00</atom:updated><title>A Day In The Life</title><atom:summary type='text'>I came to PIC about a week or three after the whole "Day In The Life" scandal went down, and so all the PIC fans were left crying in pools of their own sadness, wondering what the hell Tyler Haggard does on his regular days. Well, when I'm not out and about Raleigh saving animal shelter kittens from adoption and releasing them into the wild (indoor shopping malls), I lead a fairly normal, yet </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/tyler/2008/01/day-in-life.html</link><author>Tyler</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260928935677787694.post-4785502222407638709</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jan 2008 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-15T22:01:37.658-05:00</atom:updated><title>Don't Call It A Comeback Thoughts</title><atom:summary type='text'>I recently bought a copy of Guitar Hero III for my Wii, the first GH game to be published for the system and the first GH game I have owned. Let me say that this franchise will continue to go nowhere but up because, like the Rock Band property more recently, it gives the musically inept or, at the very least, that large percentage of people who are not international rock stars, a chance to feel </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/tyler/2008/01/dont-call-it-comeback-thoughts.html</link><author>Tyler</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260928935677787694.post-8523410596810378853</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2008 17:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-12T13:48:17.424-05:00</atom:updated><title>... Still Want A Cigarette?</title><atom:summary type='text'>I recently made a promise to myself; I will only smoke when I drink. Now, I've been smoking with increasing frequency for the past 3 years, and I have to say, I love my cigarettes. I'm not seeing too much of a dip in lung capacity, I haven't developed a fist-sized tumor somewhere near my larynx, and in college, it's a lot easier to get away with it in a social setting. Then why, you probably </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/tyler/2008/01/still-want-cigarette.html</link><author>Tyler</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260928935677787694.post-3777749825384212811</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jan 2008 01:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-11T07:59:53.790-05:00</atom:updated><title>Want A Cigarette?</title><atom:summary type='text'>Recently, my school has implemented a new and completely unnecessary initiative. This comes as no surprise; this is the same tuition-collecting-off-of-me school that set aside some $200,000 to construct a center aimed on catering to the lesbian, gay, bisexual, and trans-gender population. An entire building. Devoted to this.

Don't get me wrong, I have no damn problem with the choices that people</atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/tyler/2008/01/want-cigarette.html</link><author>Tyler</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260928935677787694.post-8566289980460887623</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Jan 2008 06:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-04T18:11:05.690-05:00</atom:updated><title>What I Believe</title><atom:summary type='text'>I believe that God put friends here on this Earth for a number of reasons; to make us laugh when we're happy, to comfort us when we're down, and to swear in a court of law that yes, Judge, the panda was already on fire when we got there.

I believe that one can find happiness in the bottom of a bottle, provided that you can climb in there in the first place.

And I believe in a bright future for </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/tyler/2008/01/what-i-believe.html</link><author>Tyler</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260928935677787694.post-6381906422505041057</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jan 2008 21:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-02T16:51:01.998-05:00</atom:updated><title>Best... Year... Ever.</title><atom:summary type='text'>Well, the New Year is in, and the Old Year is out. 2007 was a doozy, folks; it gave us the iPhone, the last Harry Potter book, and the bicycle. Can 2008 live up to the hype? Will it, as experts predict, fall after 2007 in the history books? Will this finally be the year that someone realizes Abe Vigoda has, in fact, been dead since 1997?

I don't know, and I don't care. Several important things </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/tyler/2008/01/best-year-ever.html</link><author>Tyler</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260928935677787694.post-8699252355607150332</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2007 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-27T13:09:39.440-05:00</atom:updated><title>Orlando: Fact or Fiction?</title><atom:summary type='text'>I get the benefit of writing this piece after Nate wrote his, meaning I'm just gonna go down the list of gripes he made and offer a reasonable counterpoint. This why is the second team usually wins at debate club, kids. Actually, scratch that. If you're in debate club in the first place, you've already lost on a number of levels.

1. "... in the grand scheme of things, life experiences are </atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/tyler/2007/12/orlando-fact-or-fiction.html</link><author>Tyler</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260928935677787694.post-6328693385356788126</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2007 22:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-24T18:17:33.178-05:00</atom:updated><title>Merry Christmas, See You Later</title><atom:summary type='text'>Yes, I know I haven't posted in a week. The Nazi bastards that run the timeshare I stayed at in Orlando charged a fucking outrageous price for Wi-Fi, and I was therefore unable to connect.

Yes, I know this isn't the piece to refute Nate like I promised. However, I will renovate my initial promise and swear to have it up the day after Christmas. Also, it won't be a three-part series. Why? Because</atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/tyler/2007/12/merry-christmas-see-you-later.html</link><author>Tyler</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260928935677787694.post-3607900297247834104</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Dec 2007 04:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-16T00:17:21.199-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Great Orlando Wars</title><atom:summary type='text'>It's 11:31 in the PM here in cold, rainy Durham, NC. At the time of writing, I have a little less than 6 hours before my family caravan departs for warmer climes; sunny, preferably dry Orlando, Florida. We head down south every other year for a trip to Walt Disney World and Universal Studios, and this yea, the most convenient time for all involved happened to fall right before Christmas.

Now, as</atom:summary><link>http://www.pointsincase.com/tyler/2007/12/great-orlando-wars.html</link><author>Tyler</author></item></channel></rss>