<?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-6463699</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:18:13.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conan O'Brien Ruined My Career</title><subtitle type='html'>i   w a s   f i r e d . . .   n o w   i ' m   f i r e d   u p</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conanobrien.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conanobrien.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Micky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10093280837770845555</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463699.post-107763122511922146</id><published>2004-02-24T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T06:03:13.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conan, like Steve Martin, is a Jerk</title><summary type='text'>Like Steve Martin in a Bad Way, not in a good way, but in a bad character study way.  Nothing against Mr. Martin or his choice of roles of course.Conan O'Brien Ruined My Career!  Doe no one care.  Is there no mercy?It has been 3 weeks since I was officially 'FIRED'.  Only one threatening phone call from the Coney O himself.  That's it.  One call.  And it wasn't a, 'Hey, sorry I fired you, </summary><link rel='related' href='http://conanobrien.blogspot.com/' title='Conan, like Steve Martin, is a Jerk'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107763122511922146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107763122511922146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conanobrien.blogspot.com/2004_02_24_archive.html#107763122511922146' title='Conan, like Steve Martin, is a Jerk'/><author><name>Micky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10093280837770845555</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463699.post-107759511067577750</id><published>2004-02-23T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T20:01:17.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C.O. IS MEAN!</title><summary type='text'>I LOATHE the Cone.  And the cone loathes me.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.theweathernetwork.com' title='C.O. IS MEAN!'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107759511067577750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107759511067577750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conanobrien.blogspot.com/2004_02_23_archive.html#107759511067577750' title='C.O. IS MEAN!'/><author><name>Micky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10093280837770845555</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463699.post-107759381146716476</id><published>2004-02-23T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T19:39:38.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C.O. IS MEAN!</title><summary type='text'>I LOATHE the Cone.  And the cone loathes me.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.theweathernetwork.com' title='C.O. IS MEAN!'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107759381146716476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107759381146716476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conanobrien.blogspot.com/2004_02_23_archive.html#107759381146716476' title='C.O. IS MEAN!'/><author><name>Micky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10093280837770845555</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463699.post-107728665190591771</id><published>2004-02-20T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T06:20:14.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conedog Apologizes for Offending French</title><summary type='text'>Je suis a la mode!The Coming End of the Mean Man Malloy!Conedog had it coming.  First he fired me, then he offended the entire state of Quebec!  I mean realy connie!  What were you thinking.  What are you, some kind of FLQ hating, separatist loving, French hating guy guy?I love it!  You should never have fired me.  I could have saved your ass.  I could still save your ass.  Hire me back.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://abcnews.go.com/wire/Entertainment/ap20040218_1957.html' title='Conedog Apologizes for Offending French'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107728665190591771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107728665190591771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conanobrien.blogspot.com/2004_02_20_archive.html#107728665190591771' title='Conedog Apologizes for Offending French'/><author><name>Micky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10093280837770845555</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463699.post-107728633450343194</id><published>2004-02-20T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T06:14:56.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Search: marketing</title><summary type='text'>Help Me RhondaGoogle Search: marketingIt's not that I'm trying to bring down the dog, I'm just trying to level off the playing field.  Mr. Harvard grad has a chip on his shoulder and I guess I'm the dip.  Dippity Do Do buddy!I'm still depressed but my anger that turned to sadness that became depression has now mellowed into solemn disregard for my own personal safety and hygiene.  It's</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.google.com/search?sourceid=navclient&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;oe=UTF-8&amp;q=marketing' title='Google Search: marketing'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107728633450343194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107728633450343194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conanobrien.blogspot.com/2004_02_20_archive.html#107728633450343194' title='Google Search: marketing'/><author><name>Micky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10093280837770845555</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463699.post-107711027772939193</id><published>2004-02-18T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T05:26:25.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerning the Oracle</title><summary type='text'>And then he kicked meConan OBrien is a bad man.  He is a tall, red-headed, sardonically irreverant, bad man.And not to be politically incorrect, he is also a bad human being.  I mean give me a break.  This guy has been riding on the coattails of 'Marge vs. the Monorail' for almost 15 years now.  GET A LIFE BUDDY!  Yah, big man with the doctor/lawyer parents and the Dennis Leary cousin </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.conan-obrien.com/' title='Concerning the Oracle'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107711027772939193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107711027772939193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conanobrien.blogspot.com/2004_02_18_archive.html#107711027772939193' title='Concerning the Oracle'/><author><name>Micky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10093280837770845555</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463699.post-107705715315125936</id><published>2004-02-17T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T14:35:11.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conan O'Brien Ruined My Career</title><summary type='text'>down down downToday I am just sad and lonely.The anger has burned into depression.  Pass the pills.  Down, down, down.Oh Conan.  What have you done?  Rent is due in 2 weeks.  TWO WEEKS.  Ahhhhhhhhh.Pity this fool.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://conanobrien.blogspot.com/' title='Conan O&apos;Brien Ruined My Career'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107705715315125936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107705715315125936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conanobrien.blogspot.com/2004_02_17_archive.html#107705715315125936' title='Conan O&apos;Brien Ruined My Career'/><author><name>Micky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10093280837770845555</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463699.post-107670452273318899</id><published>2004-02-13T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T12:41:46.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Conedog Cometh</title><summary type='text'>The Conedog's of WrathAs usual, I missed seeing the Conan O'Brien show last night.  Why?  Because I'm boycotting the Fu**er.  He's a lean, mean, Irish machine with a penchant for Dairy Queen Dilly Bars™ and FIRING HIS BEST EMPLOYEES for no good reason.I'll give you a dilly bar Mr. Red-Headed-Conedog.  That's right buster!  You hear it!  I've got a frozen dilly bar with your name on it.  </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.conanobrien.blogspot.com/' title='The Conedog Cometh'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107670452273318899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107670452273318899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conanobrien.blogspot.com/2004_02_13_archive.html#107670452273318899' title='The Conedog Cometh'/><author><name>Micky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10093280837770845555</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463699.post-107668824196063174</id><published>2004-02-13T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T08:06:34.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curtain Calls on Conan</title><summary type='text'>Signals of the End of TimeConan O'Brien ruined my career and my life.I was once the head writer on his show, now I'm nothing.  I'm a dog.  I'm lower than a dog.  ConeDog, I hope you feel the bitter chill of my anger piercing the dark depths of your heartless soul.  Brrrrr!</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.nbc.com/Late_Night_with_Conan_O&apos;Brien/index.html' title='Curtain Calls on Conan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107668824196063174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107668824196063174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conanobrien.blogspot.com/2004_02_13_archive.html#107668824196063174' title='Curtain Calls on Conan'/><author><name>Micky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10093280837770845555</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463699.post-107663211654169210</id><published>2004-02-12T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T16:31:59.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conan Takes Adam to Task</title><summary type='text'>Sandler O'BrienAdam Sandler is going to be on Conan tonight.  That was my idea too.  Only three weeks ago I was sitting in the leather chair of Conanism, sipping pina colada's with Max and Connie thinking life was all that.  I said, 'Hey, Adam S. is coming out with a new movie, '50 First Dates', we should see if he is available when we're in Canada.'  Conan says, 'Sure, that's great. . . </summary><link rel='related' href='http://adamsandler.com/' title='Conan Takes Adam to Task'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107663211654169210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107663211654169210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conanobrien.blogspot.com/2004_02_12_archive.html#107663211654169210' title='Conan Takes Adam to Task'/><author><name>Micky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10093280837770845555</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463699.post-107660885120001062</id><published>2004-02-12T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T10:41:04.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief Transcript of the Phone Call With CONAD</title><summary type='text'>Get A Life Bud HeadConan calls me, makes a threat about the lawyer, puts me on hold for 10 minutes, then comes back with all barrels blazing. . . TRANSCRIPT AS BEST AS I REMEMBER ITCONAN: "Mickey, it's over.  Cut the sh** and retract what you've been saying".ME: "You fired me!  My wife is due in 8 weeks and you fired me!  No way!  Give me my job back"CONAN: "Mick, it's not going to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107660885120001062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107660885120001062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conanobrien.blogspot.com/2004_02_12_archive.html#107660885120001062' title='Brief Transcript of the Phone Call With CONAD'/><author><name>Micky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10093280837770845555</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463699.post-107660812341806306</id><published>2004-02-12T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T09:51:14.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still on Hold</title><summary type='text'>Ten Minutes and CountingI can't believe this guy.  He's had me on hold for almost 10 minutes!!!  I mean he calls me and then puts me on hold.I'm holding because I want my job back.  THE JOB HE FIRED ME FROM!  I'm not going to get into it, but he accused me of drinking. . . it was totally untrue (a rumor started by Max Factor 7), and then out of the blue, his closest friend, tightest ally and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107660812341806306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107660812341806306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conanobrien.blogspot.com/2004_02_12_archive.html#107660812341806306' title='Still on Hold'/><author><name>Micky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10093280837770845555</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463699.post-107660784207413566</id><published>2004-02-12T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T09:47:04.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conan Just Called Me. . .</title><summary type='text'>He's Pretending to by MadConan O'Brien just phoned me regarding some of my posted opinions. He is saying something about lawyers.  I'll post again in a second, I'm on hold.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107660784207413566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107660784207413566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conanobrien.blogspot.com/2004_02_12_archive.html#107660784207413566' title='Conan Just Called Me. . .'/><author><name>Micky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10093280837770845555</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463699.post-107660504455986494</id><published>2004-02-12T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T09:03:09.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conan is a Giant Moose</title><summary type='text'>Canadians Are Stupid, eh?Conan O'Brien thinks he's all that because he goes to a different country and brings on a moose caller?  I mean, just because the entire nation of canada is in an uproar and the monologue can't start for the first 15 minutes of the show because the canuck audience won't shut up, and just because his ratings are soaring (in canada only mind you, they are dipping in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107660504455986494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107660504455986494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conanobrien.blogspot.com/2004_02_12_archive.html#107660504455986494' title='Conan is a Giant Moose'/><author><name>Micky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10093280837770845555</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463699.post-107653307094794064</id><published>2004-02-11T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T17:15:18.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Max Had It In For Me</title><summary type='text'>Weinberg TooMax and his super seedy seven, had it in for me from the beginning.  A few years ago, he started a rumor that I was a womanizer and a drunk.   He told Conan, in a private conversation that I taped with the surveillance equipment I bought from Andy Richter, just prior to when he 'quit', that I couldn't be trusted and that it was either Max goes, or I go.Conan, lacking the 'conad's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107653307094794064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107653307094794064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conanobrien.blogspot.com/2004_02_11_archive.html#107653307094794064' title='Max Had It In For Me'/><author><name>Micky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10093280837770845555</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463699.post-107653082327493765</id><published>2004-02-11T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T12:22:53.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conan Steals the Show, then takes the Canadian Dollar</title><summary type='text'>Leter from the Canadian Taxpayer Association.I mean this is what I'm talking about.  First the guy fires me for allegedly 'consuming inordinate amounts of toxic chemicals', then he takes a million bucks from the Canadian taxpayer.Conan, you're a sinking ship.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.parrysoundnorthstar.com/story--1076519946/Hey_Conan_we.htm' title='Conan Steals the Show, then takes the Canadian Dollar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107653082327493765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107653082327493765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conanobrien.blogspot.com/2004_02_11_archive.html#107653082327493765' title='Conan Steals the Show, then takes the Canadian Dollar'/><author><name>Micky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10093280837770845555</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463699.post-107652714029201017</id><published>2004-02-11T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T11:21:30.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conan Obrien Ruined My Career - Is It?</title><summary type='text'>Others say it bestFor further insight into Conan's latest trip to Canada, I'll quote Sean Connery from his most recent appearance on the Conan O'Brien show, "I'm waiting to be impressed"Me too.Conan Obrien Ruined My Career - Is It?</summary><link rel='related' href='http://conanobrien.blogspot.com/' title='Conan Obrien Ruined My Career - Is It?'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107652714029201017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107652714029201017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conanobrien.blogspot.com/2004_02_11_archive.html#107652714029201017' title='Conan Obrien Ruined My Career - Is It?'/><author><name>Micky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10093280837770845555</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463699.post-107652160667006196</id><published>2004-02-11T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T10:10:48.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conan in Canada - What He Should Have Said but didn't because he fired his head writer, ME!</title><summary type='text'>A Monologue"Hello Canada, I am Conan O'Brien and it's great to be here.""Blah Blah Blah""My head is huge!"(CONAN shakes his head in manic directions)[Laugh Track]"In Canada, it's even bigger because of the exchange rate!"[Laugh Track]"Oh man, that's funny.  Pieoue, 2 for 2!  Bam. (CONAN simulates shooting a pistol from both hands).  I am on the rool. . . Did I just say rool?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107652160667006196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107652160667006196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conanobrien.blogspot.com/2004_02_11_archive.html#107652160667006196' title='Conan in Canada - What He Should Have Said but didn&apos;t because he fired his head writer, ME!'/><author><name>Micky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10093280837770845555</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463699.post-107652056848825096</id><published>2004-02-11T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T09:36:01.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conan O'Brien Ruined My Career</title><summary type='text'>It's all fun and games until he summons satan and fires your ass 8 weeks before your wife delivers your second baby.Oh yah, big talker Conan O'Brien thinks he's all that.  "Hey, I'm the funny guy with crazy hair!".  "Hey, look at me, I make 8 million bucks a year and I'm really tall!".  "Oh, I'm so cool and I'm so Kingly, so king me!".I've heard it all before Conan.  ALL OF IT!You see, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107652056848825096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6463699/posts/default/107652056848825096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conanobrien.blogspot.com/2004_02_11_archive.html#107652056848825096' title='Conan O&apos;Brien Ruined My Career'/><author><name>Micky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10093280837770845555</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></entry></feed>
