<?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-8216495023800537081</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:21:04.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Theory of Everything</title><subtitle type='html'>Charlie Chaplin spoke of it. Einstein feared it. These men have it. Now you can read it... one excerpt at a time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216495023800537081/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sam and Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635317472360820042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_snmwhczqBVo/SU0NxiFZr2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/fRjsC05Yqho/S220/1022071850.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216495023800537081.post-3100294382960086238</id><published>2009-02-02T14:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:42:54.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Rules that would make Football More Interesting.</title><summary type='text'>As I live in Arizona and the Arizona Cardinals made it to the playoff three weeks ago, I decided to watch some of the game. I caught the first quarter and the last ten minutes of the 4th quarter. I had seen all that needed to be seen and I didn’t inconvenience myself. My mother threw a Superbowl party since the Cardinals did make it to the Superbowl. I sat through the first half and the last five</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/feeds/3100294382960086238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-rules-that-would-make-football-more.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216495023800537081/posts/default/3100294382960086238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216495023800537081/posts/default/3100294382960086238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-rules-that-would-make-football-more.html' title='Two Rules that would make Football More Interesting.'/><author><name>Sam and Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635317472360820042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_snmwhczqBVo/SU0NxiFZr2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/fRjsC05Yqho/S220/1022071850.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216495023800537081.post-6683374796044210196</id><published>2009-01-27T15:12:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:16:44.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to Know Me a Little Better</title><summary type='text'>While there is a biography page in which one can learn a little bit on who the authors of this genius blog are, I figured you might want even more personal information on the men bringing light into your dark world, explaining everything you have questions on. So I decided to fill out a questionnaire filled with 100 personal questions to help you get to know me, Samuel Herron.1. Real name →Samuel</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/feeds/6683374796044210196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting-to-know-me-little-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216495023800537081/posts/default/6683374796044210196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216495023800537081/posts/default/6683374796044210196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting-to-know-me-little-better.html' title='Getting to Know Me a Little Better'/><author><name>Rogersworthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316711809087086483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216495023800537081.post-8468743942590223174</id><published>2009-01-17T01:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:42:20.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unrealistic Boyfriend</title><summary type='text'>So, I was perusing Facebook (a gold mine for research in the Theory of Everything) and I found this post under the title "A Real Boyfriend..." Well, my partner and I decided this could not stand, as it is the most inaccurate description of a "perfect boyfriend" ever. It also outlines why women are completely crazy and out of their minds. Here is our commentary on the idea of a "Real Boyfriend". ~</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/feeds/8468743942590223174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/2009/01/unrealistic-boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216495023800537081/posts/default/8468743942590223174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216495023800537081/posts/default/8468743942590223174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/2009/01/unrealistic-boyfriend.html' title='An Unrealistic Boyfriend'/><author><name>Sam and Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635317472360820042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_snmwhczqBVo/SU0NxiFZr2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/fRjsC05Yqho/S220/1022071850.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216495023800537081.post-1228632465549794726</id><published>2009-01-13T20:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:36:32.872-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying men who talk to my girlfriend</title><summary type='text'>So, there is this guy who talks to my girlfriend named Scott. He's a fatty, and an arab. I hate him. So I was watching the opening night of American Idol with my girlfriend and was on her computer when he IMed her. I then, to piss and scare him off, pretended to be her and was rude. Here is the conversation:[19:54] ArabGuyScotty: hi[19:54] Samuel (as his GF): hi[19:54] ArabGuyScotty: whatsup[19:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/feeds/1228632465549794726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/2009/01/annoying-men-who-talk-to-my-girlfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216495023800537081/posts/default/1228632465549794726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216495023800537081/posts/default/1228632465549794726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/2009/01/annoying-men-who-talk-to-my-girlfriend.html' title='Annoying men who talk to my girlfriend'/><author><name>Rogersworthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316711809087086483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216495023800537081.post-1069773390213793790</id><published>2009-01-13T14:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:43:13.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Event the Undead Rise</title><summary type='text'>   The world is turning into shit. There are civil wars worldwide, familial disputes, murders in the streets, drug and human trafficking, Scientology is popular, and the economy is bad. In my studies and research I’ve come to expect the world, or civilization at the very least, to end soon. In my opinion, the most likely cause of civilization ending is zombies. I’m not talking about the animated </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/feeds/1069773390213793790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-event-undead-rise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216495023800537081/posts/default/1069773390213793790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216495023800537081/posts/default/1069773390213793790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-event-undead-rise.html' title='In the Event the Undead Rise'/><author><name>Sam and Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635317472360820042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_snmwhczqBVo/SU0NxiFZr2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/fRjsC05Yqho/S220/1022071850.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216495023800537081.post-7882830904514313851</id><published>2009-01-09T18:14:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:41:35.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Useful is Uselessness?</title><summary type='text'>So here at the Theory of Everything we do extremely intensive demographic research for obvious reasons. It's important. In our research we happened to find ourselves in a conundrum of sorts. We found that the most useless demographic had uses. Lots of them. So we are presenting to you a compare and contrast of the usefulness found in the most useless demographic of society: Obese </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/feeds/7882830904514313851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-useful-is-uselessness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216495023800537081/posts/default/7882830904514313851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216495023800537081/posts/default/7882830904514313851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-useful-is-uselessness.html' title='How Useful is Uselessness?'/><author><name>Rogersworthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316711809087086483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216495023800537081.post-5677972786815834451</id><published>2009-01-01T09:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T09:18:16.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year to all from the team here at The  TOE.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/feeds/5677972786815834451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216495023800537081/posts/default/5677972786815834451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216495023800537081/posts/default/5677972786815834451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Rogersworthe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316711809087086483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216495023800537081.post-81661080735245454</id><published>2008-12-29T15:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:47:58.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SAS Chat: Ethnicities and their Women</title><summary type='text'>Much of our research here in the Theory of Everything involves the collaborative sharing of ideas. We will be transcribing some of our more groundbreaking discussions for you to read here in our groundbreaking blog. These blog posts will be labelled as "SAS Chats". Here is the first of many to come.    Simon: Well here we are once again. Thank you all for joining us on another edition of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/feeds/81661080735245454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/2008/12/sas-chat-ethnicities-and-their-women.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216495023800537081/posts/default/81661080735245454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216495023800537081/posts/default/81661080735245454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/2008/12/sas-chat-ethnicities-and-their-women.html' title='SAS Chat: Ethnicities and their Women'/><author><name>Sam and Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635317472360820042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_snmwhczqBVo/SU0NxiFZr2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/fRjsC05Yqho/S220/1022071850.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216495023800537081.post-672422802580581910</id><published>2008-12-29T12:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:40:12.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Uncle is in My Craw</title><summary type='text'>Like he knows better than I do?  I was with family recently and found myself in a conversation my uncle, some 23 years older than me, the one who reminisces and is an authority on everything; you’ve probably got that family member. Our conversation turned to video games.   “You know Simon, the last video game I played was that Goldeneye game back when it came out and I played it because you asked</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/feeds/672422802580581910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-uncle-is-in-my-craw.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216495023800537081/posts/default/672422802580581910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216495023800537081/posts/default/672422802580581910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-uncle-is-in-my-craw.html' title='My Uncle is in My Craw'/><author><name>Sam and Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635317472360820042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_snmwhczqBVo/SU0NxiFZr2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/fRjsC05Yqho/S220/1022071850.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216495023800537081.post-7757171946223560539</id><published>2008-12-22T14:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:45:52.104-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CSI and its spin offs reveal a deterioration of the American Mind</title><summary type='text'>CSI and its spin offs reveal a deterioration of the American Mind.These shows contain a white, mid 40's douche bag in $5,000 suits (named Jim Brass in CSI, Mac Taylor in CSI: NY, and Horatio Cane in CSI: Miami) bossing around a hot sidekick, a talented minority (Black if in NY, Hispanic in Miami) forensics man, a white nerd just out of Harvard, and the nerd girl who does the same job as the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/feeds/7757171946223560539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/2008/12/csi-and-its-spin-offs-reveal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216495023800537081/posts/default/7757171946223560539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216495023800537081/posts/default/7757171946223560539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/2008/12/csi-and-its-spin-offs-reveal.html' title='CSI and its spin offs reveal a deterioration of the American Mind'/><author><name>Sam and Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635317472360820042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_snmwhczqBVo/SU0NxiFZr2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/fRjsC05Yqho/S220/1022071850.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216495023800537081.post-4767804247467206343</id><published>2008-12-22T01:04:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:46:41.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing the Authors</title><summary type='text'>Simon Douglas was born in the autumn of 1888 to the finest whore in Whitechapel. Sadly his mother was mysteriously murdered shortly after giving birth. He was then placed in Geoffrey Manderlay's Home for Stray Boys and Famished Young Men, where he lived until 1900. At that time he wandered into the world, learning and plying various trades such as cobbling, hocking Swedish timepieces on street </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/feeds/4767804247467206343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/2008/12/introduicing-authors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216495023800537081/posts/default/4767804247467206343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216495023800537081/posts/default/4767804247467206343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasblog-sas.blogspot.com/2008/12/introduicing-authors.html' title='Introducing the Authors'/><author><name>Sam and Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17635317472360820042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_snmwhczqBVo/SU0NxiFZr2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/fRjsC05Yqho/S220/1022071850.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
