<?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-4079622922414011567</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:36:33.531-05:00</updated><category term='Iconic Maxims'/><category term='Iconic Thoughts'/><category term='Blackjack'/><category term='Iconic Skill Set'/><category term='The Opening Blog'/><category term='Iconic Politics'/><category term='Card Counting'/><category term='Steve Wynn'/><category term='Iconic Traits'/><category term='Iconic Reckonings'/><category term='Sarah Palin'/><category term='Iconic Rants'/><title type='text'>Iconic Voyage</title><subtitle type='html'>In a world of turbulence, mediocrity, and political correctness you desperately need an icon of thought to help you navigate treacherous waters...greetings.
These are the musings, satirical writings, and teachings of an icon.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iconicvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4079622922414011567/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iconicvoyage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>B. Iconic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07572410215581508238</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4079622922414011567.post-8179529052124930064</id><published>2009-10-04T00:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T18:01:49.937-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iconic Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iconic Reckonings'/><title type='text'>Service Workers: The New Panhandlers</title><summary type='text'>
This one is going to get salty.  It’s a subject I am especially passionate about.  Many times, as I write these, I am able to hide my emotions.  As you have seen, I have shown substantial restraint in recent posts.  Sure, I called Palin a trailer park media whore with no noticeable attributes except a hot ass and a rockin’ set of hooters.  But, that was poignant and, well, correct.

I’m going to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iconicvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/8179529052124930064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iconicvoyage.blogspot.com/2009/10/service-workers-new-panhandlers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4079622922414011567/posts/default/8179529052124930064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4079622922414011567/posts/default/8179529052124930064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iconicvoyage.blogspot.com/2009/10/service-workers-new-panhandlers.html' title='Service Workers: The New Panhandlers'/><author><name>B. Iconic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07572410215581508238</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V4gwiBHlyis/SsggcLYOYVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sNjyaByEOlI/s72-c/burn+money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4079622922414011567.post-5089907917616532085</id><published>2009-09-14T23:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:09:23.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dodge Neons, Street Racing, an Obvious Lie, and the Mad Kazoo</title><summary type='text'>Driving down the street today, I was startled when the car in the lane next to me accelerated and made what can only be described as a very loud kazoo noise.  Right away, I was a bit worried that I was under attack by some sort of vindictive clown posse.  Or perhaps the old man street performer that I had stiffed for a tip last week after enjoying his merry kazoo ensemble for free had finally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iconicvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/5089907917616532085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iconicvoyage.blogspot.com/2009/09/dodge-neons-street-racing-obvious-lie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4079622922414011567/posts/default/5089907917616532085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4079622922414011567/posts/default/5089907917616532085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iconicvoyage.blogspot.com/2009/09/dodge-neons-street-racing-obvious-lie.html' title='Dodge Neons, Street Racing, an Obvious Lie, and the Mad Kazoo'/><author><name>B. Iconic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07572410215581508238</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V4gwiBHlyis/Sq8D3Z0dwWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/K-WiPrFClQs/s72-c/800px-Ricerburner-neon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4079622922414011567.post-4253789405542274442</id><published>2009-09-02T22:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T18:26:26.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention Members of Facebook: Just Because the Little Box at the Top of the Page Asks “What’s on Your Mind” Does NOT Mean You Have to Answer</title><summary type='text'>Read Time: 6 Minutes
   
   
   A quick scan of my Facebook produced the following knowledge:Two friends are on their way to work.One friend is on their way home from work.Another is going to bed.One is eating oatmeal.And five are glad it’s Friday…TGIF.
   There were other updates that were slightly more or, surprisingly, less interesting than these gems.  Let me ask you guys something: why?
 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iconicvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/4253789405542274442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iconicvoyage.blogspot.com/2009/09/attention-members-of-facebook-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4079622922414011567/posts/default/4253789405542274442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4079622922414011567/posts/default/4253789405542274442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iconicvoyage.blogspot.com/2009/09/attention-members-of-facebook-just.html' title='Attention Members of Facebook: Just Because the Little Box at the Top of the Page Asks “What’s on Your Mind” Does NOT Mean You Have to Answer'/><author><name>B. Iconic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07572410215581508238</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V4gwiBHlyis/Sp8lxJpbxNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ldqjHJ_AuFs/s72-c/Doc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4079622922414011567.post-2363984001237336774</id><published>2009-08-27T19:11:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:02:39.462-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iconic Skill Set'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Card Counting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blackjack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve Wynn'/><title type='text'>Make Steve Wynn your bitch for the night in Las Vegas</title><summary type='text'>



Estimated read time: 15 minutes.  Estimated potential
benefit: $1000’s.

Before we get going, let me just say that I consider Steve a colleague - a true icon in every sense of the word.  Sure he’s insanely rich.  He’s immensely successful.  He is a captain of industry.  What makes him an icon, however, is his humility and pragmatism.  What makes him an icon is his innovation.  What makes him </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iconicvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/2363984001237336774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iconicvoyage.blogspot.com/2009/08/make-steve-wynn-your-bitch-for-night-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4079622922414011567/posts/default/2363984001237336774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4079622922414011567/posts/default/2363984001237336774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iconicvoyage.blogspot.com/2009/08/make-steve-wynn-your-bitch-for-night-in.html' title='Make Steve Wynn your bitch for the night in Las Vegas'/><author><name>B. Iconic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07572410215581508238</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V4gwiBHlyis/SpdkNV9pVlI/AAAAAAAAADw/EFhG4AUTKv0/s72-c/play-black-jack-for-free.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4079622922414011567.post-8299305666382335815</id><published>2009-08-20T20:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T19:58:13.763-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iconic Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iconic Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iconic Reckonings'/><title type='text'>Tushy pads, goats, aerodynamics, and spandex.</title><summary type='text'>

Hello bikers! Let me clarify. By bikers, I am not referring to those people that ride Harleys or Hondas or crotch-rockets or anything else that can maintain a reasonable speed on the street and would be much too fast for the sidewalk. I want to be clear that I have no issue with those of you that choose to travel on two wheels, so long as the two wheels includes a motor that is capable of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4079622922414011567/posts/default/8299305666382335815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4079622922414011567/posts/default/8299305666382335815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iconicvoyage.blogspot.com/2009/08/tushy-pads-goats-aerodynamics-and.html' title='Tushy pads, goats, aerodynamics, and spandex.'/><author><name>B. Iconic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07572410215581508238</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V4gwiBHlyis/So3l8lWKesI/AAAAAAAAACw/rppyC8pOW6E/s72-c/Spandex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4079622922414011567.post-3295634276818303337</id><published>2009-08-15T01:22:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T20:49:36.840-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Palin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iconic Politics'/><title type='text'>Sarah Palin: “Why, dear God, does she still have a voice?”</title><summary type='text'>

I have to get something off my chest. Why? Why for the love of God? For all that is sacred and good? Why do you imbeciles continue to give Sarah Palin a voice? Who the fuck cares what Sarah Palin thinks? She’s a quitter. She’s a hypocrite. She’s a buffoon. She’s the butt of the joke that she apparently doesn’t get. Palin's the reason McCain lost the election. Sarah is quite possibility guilty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iconicvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/3295634276818303337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iconicvoyage.blogspot.com/2009/08/sarah-palin-why-dear-god-does-she-still.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4079622922414011567/posts/default/3295634276818303337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4079622922414011567/posts/default/3295634276818303337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iconicvoyage.blogspot.com/2009/08/sarah-palin-why-dear-god-does-she-still.html' title='Sarah Palin: “Why, dear God, does she still have a voice?”'/><author><name>B. Iconic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07572410215581508238</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V4gwiBHlyis/SoohXnTRaUI/AAAAAAAAACo/1zZ9CQhsgZs/s72-c/palin-iquitarod1-300x200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4079622922414011567.post-964413650820453779</id><published>2009-08-11T19:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:09:32.727-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iconic Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iconic Maxims'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iconic Traits'/><title type='text'>Douchebag Politics</title><summary type='text'>Douchebag Politics...An Icon’s PerspectivePart of the "Iconic Maxims Series"     Left wing media. Right wing conspiracies. Bleeding heart liberal. Compassionate conservative. Socialist. Capitalist. Democrat. Republican.  Douchebags place themselves in the boxes above.  Dim witted, small-minded sheep can be identified by the above labels.  Icons do not follow policy mandated from “above” as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iconicvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/964413650820453779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iconicvoyage.blogspot.com/2009/08/part-of-iconic-maxims-series-douchebag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4079622922414011567/posts/default/964413650820453779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4079622922414011567/posts/default/964413650820453779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iconicvoyage.blogspot.com/2009/08/part-of-iconic-maxims-series-douchebag.html' title='Douchebag Politics'/><author><name>B. Iconic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07572410215581508238</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-4079622922414011567.post-3456594429690782174</id><published>2009-08-01T22:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:01:21.898-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Opening Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iconic Maxims'/><title type='text'>Daddy Drinks Because You Cry</title><summary type='text'>Look, before you get pissed off and start calling me out on the title of this blog launch, please understand that I do not regularly drink when our children cry.  Sorry AA.  Sorry MADD.  I’m ashamed Dr. Laura; I AM my kids’ father.  Sorry mom.  I didn’t mean it, reverend, judge, whomever it may concern.  Please don’t look down upon me.  This is it right?  This is your life.  You have epic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iconicvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/3456594429690782174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iconicvoyage.blogspot.com/2009/08/daddy-drinks-because-you-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4079622922414011567/posts/default/3456594429690782174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4079622922414011567/posts/default/3456594429690782174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iconicvoyage.blogspot.com/2009/08/daddy-drinks-because-you-cry.html' title='Daddy Drinks Because You Cry'/><author><name>B. 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