<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602281241651270595</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:57:39.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Transit Lines</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm ethereal bitch! (That's ghost-talk for radical; which is human-talk for totally sweet.)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transit-lines.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602281241651270595/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transit-lines.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bill Metzger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805461869119453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FFiTrpMoLPk/TyNlvetU8ZI/AAAAAAAAADk/MKiUODjo-Yw/s220/Bill%2BMetzger%2BHead%2BShot%2B1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602281241651270595.post-2897544182417685945</id><published>2009-03-07T13:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T13:35:04.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haikus</title><content type='html'>I recently did some stage time in Manhattan at a show that was called "Haiku." Each comedian was invited to write a Haiku or two to read at some point in their set. I wrote 20. Here they are for your asian pleasure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun with old people&lt;br /&gt;dress in grim reaper costume&lt;br /&gt;go to nursing home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sex in cardboard box&lt;br /&gt;use your imagination&lt;br /&gt;now its a space ship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earth floating in dark&lt;br /&gt;so fragile in its soft shell&lt;br /&gt;fuck bobby jindal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in line for santa&lt;br /&gt;I'm also dressed as santa&lt;br /&gt;children are crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a friends bathroom&lt;br /&gt;ruler on back of toilet&lt;br /&gt;for god's sake, don't touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a friends bathroom&lt;br /&gt;ruler on back of toilet&lt;br /&gt;gross, my friends a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marlbero miles&lt;br /&gt;there's one prize you cannot win&lt;br /&gt;chemotherapy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner on Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Christians love to dine on ham&lt;br /&gt;this makes jews jealous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with luck, in future&lt;br /&gt;dip'n dots will still exist&lt;br /&gt;jokes about them won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blind Stevie Wonder&lt;br /&gt;dressed silly in 70's&lt;br /&gt;his friends let him down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy ending rub&lt;br /&gt;ok at massage parlors&lt;br /&gt;car wash, not so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darfur hunger strike&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you should bother&lt;br /&gt;they have that covered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who sell pot&lt;br /&gt;why don't you also sell snacks?&lt;br /&gt;crunch berries in shwag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sex with blow up doll&lt;br /&gt;not as awkward as you think&lt;br /&gt;ok, that's a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homosexuals&lt;br /&gt;constant state of confusion&lt;br /&gt;I went to Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;airport drug traffic&lt;br /&gt;put baggies in your dogs ass&lt;br /&gt;drug dogs should sniff there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suicide letter&lt;br /&gt;more fun if it's a pop up&lt;br /&gt;pull tab, wave goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexy time sweet talk&lt;br /&gt;many mistakes are made&lt;br /&gt;like, "nothing but net"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rape is not funny&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad no one is laughing&lt;br /&gt;um, yeah, this one sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were 12&lt;br /&gt;two pedophiles meet in park&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602281241651270595-2897544182417685945?l=transit-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transit-lines.blogspot.com/feeds/2897544182417685945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602281241651270595&amp;postID=2897544182417685945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602281241651270595/posts/default/2897544182417685945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602281241651270595/posts/default/2897544182417685945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transit-lines.blogspot.com/2009/03/haikus.html' title='Haikus'/><author><name>Bill Metzger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805461869119453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FFiTrpMoLPk/TyNlvetU8ZI/AAAAAAAAADk/MKiUODjo-Yw/s220/Bill%2BMetzger%2BHead%2BShot%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602281241651270595.post-7249937296144051933</id><published>2009-03-03T18:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:03:19.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comedy Podcast</title><content type='html'>I sat down the other week with Jim Zarling, the founder of the Charlottesville Comedy Roundtable. Listen as we talk about pregnancy, facebook, the economy, dementia, and stand-up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://cvillecomedy.blogspot.com/2009/02/podcast-iv-bill-metzger.html"&gt;http://cvillecomedy.blogspot.com/2009/02/podcast-iv-bill-metzger.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602281241651270595-7249937296144051933?l=transit-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transit-lines.blogspot.com/feeds/7249937296144051933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602281241651270595&amp;postID=7249937296144051933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602281241651270595/posts/default/7249937296144051933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602281241651270595/posts/default/7249937296144051933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transit-lines.blogspot.com/2009/03/comedy-podcast.html' title='Comedy Podcast'/><author><name>Bill Metzger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805461869119453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FFiTrpMoLPk/TyNlvetU8ZI/AAAAAAAAADk/MKiUODjo-Yw/s220/Bill%2BMetzger%2BHead%2BShot%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602281241651270595.post-6312687959845258613</id><published>2009-02-15T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:52:37.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Things You Don't Know About Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I haven’t used a pencil erasure since 1987, because that was the last time I made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I say cool and hip things like “trippin,” “swoll,” “off the chain,” and “me too.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Contrary to what Willow believes, I am in fact the greatest swordsman that ever lived, not Madmartigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I read mystery novels I have to stop half-way through because that’s when I figure them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I designed a very popular line of hyper-color evening wear sold in Prague..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I stayed up for 24 hours once, and during that time I won a wrestling match, caught a fish, kissed a girl, wrote a story, and built a chair.  All of these things took place in the parking lot of a 7-11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was a C-section, twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In 2003 I launched an advertising business that advertises for an advertising company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can hug a gay person without thinking I might be gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wrote this whole article with my eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I lit the wrong end of a cigarette once, and that was only because God spoke to me while I was lighting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After six years, I finally convinced the fifth dentist to recommend Trident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have bailed three people out of debt and put four severely in debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bangorang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On September 11th, the terrorists thought I was in one of the towers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In Biloxi there are six streets named after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mi poto paroli Esperanto kun ease. Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I donated my left kidney in 2002 and it grew back, so I donated it again in 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In my spare time I write additions to the Bible. My Bible is now over 14,000 pages long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I play sports I will sometimes secretly switch teams in order to give myself the advantage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Dali Lama once thanked me for eating breakfast with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In 1994 I dodged a bullet. It took three years before I discovered that I had actually been shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will have three contributions in the next edition of "Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My past lives brag that I am their future life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every night before I go to sleep I play an entire game of Monopoly moving for all twelve pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602281241651270595-6312687959845258613?l=transit-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transit-lines.blogspot.com/feeds/6312687959845258613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602281241651270595&amp;postID=6312687959845258613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602281241651270595/posts/default/6312687959845258613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602281241651270595/posts/default/6312687959845258613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transit-lines.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-things-you-dont-know-about-me.html' title='25 Things You Don&apos;t Know About Me.'/><author><name>Bill Metzger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805461869119453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FFiTrpMoLPk/TyNlvetU8ZI/AAAAAAAAADk/MKiUODjo-Yw/s220/Bill%2BMetzger%2BHead%2BShot%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602281241651270595.post-6634351022806078530</id><published>2009-01-30T17:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:15:07.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inauguration Fun Facts!!!</title><content type='html'>After witnessing all the pimp and circumstance (Get it? Obaba's black.), it might be hard to believe that the only legal requirement of the incoming president is to take the fifteen word oath of office. All the balls, all the parades, all the celebrities, all the speeches, and all the bad poetry are only unnecessary layers that have accumulated over time. This morning, as I watch the movie Ghost, (Nobody puts baby in a corner, except for cancer.) I thought I would take some time to impart to you some of the lesser known inaugural facts and traditions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When one president relinquishes power to another, there is always a private letter left in the Resolute Desk for the incoming Commander in Chief. This is not a letter full of presidential secrets and wisdom. It is actually a story. Each President adds his own paragraph. The latest addition to the story has turned it into a picture book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The tradition of giving a speech after swearing in was started by George Washington. He thought that, given the occasion, he should say a few words to the American people. He also started the tradition of jerking off beforehand to calm him nerves. This has been repeated by every president save Lyndon Johnson, who had to jerk off  after swearing in, due to the short notice of JFK getting shot in the head.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since the inception of photography, the incoming and outgoing presidents have posed for a photo together on Inauguration day. This photo is taken in the doorway of the Oval Office and is staged as follows: The door frame divides the picture into two halves. On the right, the outgoing President is standing in the Oval Office, leaning against the wall. His hand gently placed on the wood paneling next to his face. On the left side, the newly elected President is leaning against the hallway wall in much the same fashion. Divided. Yearning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The new President and First Lady have hot "Mr. President" sex. The outgoing President gets a hand job in a helicopter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before the inauguration, the soon to be President and his wife visit the White House to have a cup of coffee with the former President. This year Obama will be choosing tea over coffee. If the incoming president has young children, this meeting is also the first official opportunity he has to say, "Stop sweetie. Daddy's running the country. Go play with that old stuff." This year Obama will be saying this to Bush, rather than his own children. You see, they are better behaved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now that I have shared these traditions with you, I need to share something else. I wrote half of this, and then came back the next day and wrote the other half. Why? Because, as I mentioned above I was watching the movie Ghost when I started writing this. "Hey, Bill. Then what happened?" Well, baby birds, I finish watching Ghost, and then it came on again. Let me make this clear, so we're all on the same page about what happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WATCHED THE MOVIE GHOST TWICE IN ONE DAY, BACK TO FUCKING BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, I was drunk the second time and couldn't finish this blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;Obama, help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602281241651270595-6634351022806078530?l=transit-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transit-lines.blogspot.com/feeds/6634351022806078530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602281241651270595&amp;postID=6634351022806078530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602281241651270595/posts/default/6634351022806078530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602281241651270595/posts/default/6634351022806078530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transit-lines.blogspot.com/2009/01/inauguration-fun-facts_30.html' title='Inauguration Fun Facts!!!'/><author><name>Bill Metzger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805461869119453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FFiTrpMoLPk/TyNlvetU8ZI/AAAAAAAAADk/MKiUODjo-Yw/s220/Bill%2BMetzger%2BHead%2BShot%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602281241651270595.post-6785843346607258844</id><published>2008-08-01T19:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T19:31:48.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Build A Robot In Twenty Seven Easy Steps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step one &lt;/span&gt;- Accumulate a mound of laundry, one that encompasses all the clothes you own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step two &lt;/span&gt;- Make a list of parts necessary to construct a "laundry doing" robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step three&lt;/span&gt; - Get kicked out of Radio Shack for wearing only a dirty pair of basketball shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step four&lt;/span&gt; - Borrow some of your roomates clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step five&lt;/span&gt; - Buy necessary parts at Radio Shack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step six&lt;/span&gt; - Return roommates clothes and credit card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step seven&lt;/span&gt; - Assemble robots body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step eight&lt;/span&gt; - Remove robots penis for fear of roommates homophobic reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step nine&lt;/span&gt; - Take shower and use roommates loofah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step ten&lt;/span&gt; - Call ex-girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step eleven&lt;/span&gt; - Cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step twelve&lt;/span&gt; - Reattach robots penis and test it via the scientific method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step thirteen&lt;/span&gt; - Pretend you are not home until roommate goes to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step fourteen&lt;/span&gt; - Stare at pile of dirty laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step fifteen&lt;/span&gt; - Build robot head and program its artificial intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step sixteen&lt;/span&gt; - Turn robot on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step seventeen&lt;/span&gt; - Argue with robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step eighteen&lt;/span&gt; - Turn robot off and reprogram it to eliminate homophobic personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step nineteen&lt;/span&gt; - Turn robot on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step twenty&lt;/span&gt; - Shut robot down via emergency cut off and remove roommates broken furniture from apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step twenty one&lt;/span&gt; - Finish roommates box of Fruity Pebbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step twenty two&lt;/span&gt; - Try to make it back to room before roommate enters kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step twenty three&lt;/span&gt; - Argue with roommate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step twenty four&lt;/span&gt; - Put cold steak on eye to reduce swelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step twenty five&lt;/span&gt; - Reprogram robot to kill roommate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step twenty six&lt;/span&gt; - Turn robot on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step twenty seven&lt;/span&gt; - Enjoy wearing both your newly cleaned clothes, and your former roommates entire wardrobe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602281241651270595-6785843346607258844?l=transit-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transit-lines.blogspot.com/feeds/6785843346607258844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602281241651270595&amp;postID=6785843346607258844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602281241651270595/posts/default/6785843346607258844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602281241651270595/posts/default/6785843346607258844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transit-lines.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-to-build-robot-in-twenty-seven-easy.html' title='How To Build A Robot In Twenty Seven Easy Steps'/><author><name>Bill Metzger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805461869119453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FFiTrpMoLPk/TyNlvetU8ZI/AAAAAAAAADk/MKiUODjo-Yw/s220/Bill%2BMetzger%2BHead%2BShot%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602281241651270595.post-5902133446439813984</id><published>2008-07-24T19:55:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:20:57.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Fun For Hours</title><content type='html'>My roommates and I have just discovered an amazing game that you, the audience at home, can play for yourselves. Here's how:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Google Maps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Click on "Find businesses."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Type your address in the "where" box.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the "what" box, type any item you wish to find.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;For instance, if you want some pizza for dinner type "pizza," and the closest location that you can find such a service in Charlottesville is listed. Here are some examples (if you don't believe the results, please try them yourself):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rape - University of Virginia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Easy Bitches - Outback Lodge&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Faggots - Earl Hamner Jr Theater&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ass Play - Monticello&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blow Job - Tina Roberts Studios&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drunk Women - Family &amp;amp; Correction&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Douche - Omni Hotel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loser - Spotswood High School&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crunk - Buffalo Wild Wings, WNRN (second entry)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Morons - America's Hope Foundation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drugged Women - Region Ten Community Center&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Late Buses - University of Virginia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Horrible People - The Hook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One Night Stand - Quality Inn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cunts - GNC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretentious People - Clifton Country Inn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bad Place - College Park University Place&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anal - UVA Outpatient Surgery Center&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gay Sex - AIDS Services Group (second entry)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dorky Guys - University of Virginia: Virginia Engineering Foundation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crystal Meth - Paramount Theatre (third entry)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cowards - Eastern Mennonite University&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drunks - Eastern Mennonite University (second entry)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anal Rape - James Madison University&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Donkey Punch - Sheetz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ass Cherries - Basic Necessities&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Porn - Spudnut Shop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Menstrual Blood - Charlottesville Police Department&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boobs - Mc Guffey Art Center&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Katie Sullivan - Wells Sheffield Funeral Home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;(We used our address,  1312 Rose Hill Drive, as the "where" for these entries.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602281241651270595-5902133446439813984?l=transit-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transit-lines.blogspot.com/feeds/5902133446439813984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602281241651270595&amp;postID=5902133446439813984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602281241651270595/posts/default/5902133446439813984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602281241651270595/posts/default/5902133446439813984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transit-lines.blogspot.com/2008/07/google-fun-for-hours.html' title='Google Fun For Hours'/><author><name>Bill Metzger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805461869119453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FFiTrpMoLPk/TyNlvetU8ZI/AAAAAAAAADk/MKiUODjo-Yw/s220/Bill%2BMetzger%2BHead%2BShot%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602281241651270595.post-4528345798555893027</id><published>2008-07-17T21:18:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T19:54:21.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ali G Interviews Kendall Howell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ali G: &lt;/span&gt;Yo, Respek. Dis is yo main mun, Ali G, an' I iz in da house wiv me bruva, me mate, Kendall Howell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kendall Howell: &lt;/span&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ali G: &lt;/span&gt;Now, I hear yous just had a brand fresh nippa boy. Big ups. Wot is is name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KH:&lt;/span&gt; Jeffrey Oliver Howell&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ali G: &lt;/span&gt;Very well. Word on da street iz dat a massiv push towards PR is happenin at UTS. Iz dis true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KH: &lt;/span&gt;Yes. We have been successful bringing safety to a higher standard at UTS for the past couple of years, so now we're ready to tackle the task of improving our PR with the community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ali G:&lt;/span&gt; Me was thinking dat yous might av gottun your bitch up da spout to elp PR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KH: &lt;/span&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ali G: &lt;/span&gt;Did yous want the public to know dat yous is a man? Dat you iz not shootin blanks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KH:&lt;/span&gt; Well, no, but I don't see what that has to do with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ali G: &lt;/span&gt;So yous don care dat some people tink dat yous a bit batty? Dat you's a bit on da fairy side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KH&lt;/strong&gt;: No one thinks that. Who would think that? I'm married, and besides, so what if I was gay. That would be my prerogative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ali G&lt;/strong&gt;: Iz dat a bum toy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KH: &lt;/strong&gt;??? Can we get back on track please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ali G:&lt;/strong&gt; Respek. So wuz yous maximum whun ya made da fresh routes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KH: &lt;/strong&gt;I don't follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ali G: &lt;/strong&gt;Wuz yous smoken da herbal remidies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KH:&lt;/strong&gt; Marijuana? No, I've never smoked marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ali G:&lt;/strong&gt; Den why do yous get 10 minutes at MacDonald's if yous don't hav da munchies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KH: &lt;/strong&gt;The reason for that is we have to make sure the buses are spaced out correctly on route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ali G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; Da drivers get spacey? Does gettin' well spaced out before a shift elp 'im drive. Like when I iz proper stoned, me can watch "Short Circuit" fo like eight hours in a row. As yous seen dat flick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KH&lt;/strong&gt;: I must stress that our drivers are prohibited from using any illegal substances, and they are absolutely never...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ali G&lt;/strong&gt;: Yo, me luvs da part when he sez "Johny Five is aight." Iz mad wicked. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Snap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KH&lt;/strong&gt;: It's "Johny Five is alive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ali G:&lt;/strong&gt; Whateva. So iz dere a fresh dress code at UTS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KH:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, we're trying to appear more professional in the eyes of the general public. What I would like to see is a reflection of this professionalism, while keeping intact the laid back nature of the organization we have all come to love. I believe there is a common ground between these two goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ali G&lt;/strong&gt;: Iz babylons in dat common ground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KH&lt;/strong&gt;: What is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ali G&lt;/strong&gt;: Yous know wot I iz talkin 'bout. Tata's, julie jugs, bazookas. Don yous tink dat bitches should be allowed to show dey breasts when deyz drivin'. Maybe geazers would get out a da way if dey saw a little nip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KH: &lt;/strong&gt;That would be sexual harassment if we enforced that behavior, so no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ali G:&lt;/strong&gt; Her ass, wot about hiz ass? HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KH:&lt;/strong&gt; .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ali G: &lt;/strong&gt;Did yous hear wot me just said. Hiz ass. As if...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KH: &lt;/strong&gt;Yeah. It was.. pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ali G: &lt;/strong&gt;Yo. Respek! Big ups to you Kendall fo takin' da time to bust wit me, and big ups to UTS. Be mad safe on da roads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602281241651270595-4528345798555893027?l=transit-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transit-lines.blogspot.com/feeds/4528345798555893027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602281241651270595&amp;postID=4528345798555893027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602281241651270595/posts/default/4528345798555893027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602281241651270595/posts/default/4528345798555893027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transit-lines.blogspot.com/2008/07/ali-g-interviews-kendall-howell.html' title='Ali G Interviews Kendall Howell'/><author><name>Bill Metzger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805461869119453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FFiTrpMoLPk/TyNlvetU8ZI/AAAAAAAAADk/MKiUODjo-Yw/s220/Bill%2BMetzger%2BHead%2BShot%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602281241651270595.post-3157004377518617255</id><published>2008-07-17T01:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T01:38:53.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DANCE!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ItWpoUMbqJE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ItWpoUMbqJE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;This is an actual commercial for an actual insurance company in Seattle, brought to you by Ben and Cindy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602281241651270595-3157004377518617255?l=transit-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transit-lines.blogspot.com/feeds/3157004377518617255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602281241651270595&amp;postID=3157004377518617255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602281241651270595/posts/default/3157004377518617255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602281241651270595/posts/default/3157004377518617255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transit-lines.blogspot.com/2008/07/dance.html' title='DANCE!!!!!!'/><author><name>Bill Metzger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805461869119453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FFiTrpMoLPk/TyNlvetU8ZI/AAAAAAAAADk/MKiUODjo-Yw/s220/Bill%2BMetzger%2BHead%2BShot%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602281241651270595.post-8692529402018927297</id><published>2008-07-16T13:50:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T01:49:45.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard on Blk 14</title><content type='html'>I find that the conversation between nurses early in the morning is like watching "Encino Man" and "Biodome" fuck. Here's what we're going to do; I'm going to write down the transcripts of convos that I overheard this morning, peppered with convos I WISH I had heard, and you tell me which ones are truth and which ones are awesome. Go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"It's horrible, you know. I mean, Social Security was set up so that we wouldn't have to work later in life. I think everyone should be able to enjoy their golden years, but I think I'm going to have to work until I'm ninty!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Basically I stick to white cheeses because.......oh my god!! Where is all this blood coming from??!!! It's everywhere!! There's so much blood!!" *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vomit&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"This new GPS system is great. I've always thought that it would be nice to know exactly when the bus was coming. That way I can wait in my car if it's raining, or if I just don't feel like standing in the sun."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"So my cousin Brad Pitt is coming into town to see my new house, and he wants me to invite people from the community so he can hang out with them and make some new friends."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Does Jeff still play with the Church band? Now, is that every Sunday, or does he play during the Wednesday evening service as well?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Basically, Robert and I decided that since Breanna is going away to school this summer, we want to make sure that she's able to comfortably handle unfamiliar social situations. So we're trying to hire someone who can teach her how to be a woman. We're prepared to pay exceptionally well, but we're having trouble finding someone who is willing to put forth the multiple hours a day we expect to be spent on teaching our daughter all the ways of the world."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The stairs on the bus just kill me every morning. They're so steep, I'm just afraid that one day I won't be able to make it up them! Hahaha."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"....and then they crashed straight through the gate. Now, my uncle has been raising dinosaurs for years, and I told him not to give them guns, but....."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"We like to use one ply in our house because we have a septic tank and it's quicker to biodegrade. And you know, if you double it up, you can't even tell that it's not two ply!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"......so then she woke up, and I was like FUCK!!!!!!!!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Jessie came to me yesterday and said that I should stay in the office later in the day and help out with the extra paper work in the afternoon. But that makes no sense, because I already have to sort the files when I get to work, so basically I'm doing twice as much work for the same pay. So I told Racheal, if you have a problem with me showing up for work late, you'll just have to deal with it, because I'm not getting screwed with more work and the same pay. And guess what? She backed down. I was so proud that I stood up to her that I went to Kroger and bought a bottle of Barefoot wine."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I fucked John in the ass last night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Can you tell which quotes were real? I thought not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602281241651270595-8692529402018927297?l=transit-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transit-lines.blogspot.com/feeds/8692529402018927297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602281241651270595&amp;postID=8692529402018927297' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602281241651270595/posts/default/8692529402018927297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602281241651270595/posts/default/8692529402018927297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transit-lines.blogspot.com/2008/07/overheard-on-blk-14.html' title='Overheard on Blk 14'/><author><name>Bill Metzger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805461869119453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FFiTrpMoLPk/TyNlvetU8ZI/AAAAAAAAADk/MKiUODjo-Yw/s220/Bill%2BMetzger%2BHead%2BShot%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
