<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600684</id><updated>2009-10-13T00:34:20.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Between A Rock And A Hard Place</title><subtitle type='html'>The continuing story of a tech who's gone to the (sea)dogs</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhplace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhplace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12225851891338997653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600684.post-5319161601166493424</id><published>2009-10-13T00:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T00:34:20.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Batten Down The Hatches, For I Have Discovered FacebookSo I broke down and signed up for Facebook about a week or so ago... and I am simply astounded at how many people I know from high school that are on there. More are emailing me almost every day. It's like the ten-year reunion, albeit six years late and we're scattered all over the place as opposed to being in some auditorium. If you're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/5319161601166493424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/5319161601166493424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhplace.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#5319161601166493424' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12225851891338997653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02707039398585410420'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600684.post-4479706969294710695</id><published>2009-05-21T17:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:17:03.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sayonara, Farewell, Amen, Chunky Peanut Butter(and yes, I really did use that as the title for an email)'Cause there's no time for fussing or fighting, my friendBut baby, I'm amazed at the hate that you can sendAnd you... painted my entire worldBut I... don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiledAnd I won't forget it-- Bad Religion, "You"There's damned few phrases that are more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/4479706969294710695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/4479706969294710695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhplace.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#4479706969294710695' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12225851891338997653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02707039398585410420'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600684.post-4601119876448892912</id><published>2009-03-02T09:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T09:22:31.945-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SotITP'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Song of the Indeterminate Time Period, 03 March 2K9Yeah, I get it, you're an outcastAlways under attack, always coming in lastBringing up the past, nobody owes you anythingI think you need a shotgun blast, a kick in the assSo paranoid, watch your back!Oh my, here we goAnother loose cannon gone bipolarSlipped down, couldn't get much lowerQuicksand's got no sense of humorI'm still laughing like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/4601119876448892912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/4601119876448892912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhplace.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#4601119876448892912' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12225851891338997653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02707039398585410420'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600684.post-2957605214715214972</id><published>2009-02-16T08:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:57:30.832-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My God, You Mean To Tell Me I've Not Touched This Thing In Almost A Year?!Word life, update like a motherfucker!So, what all has happened in my crazed life that warrants such a long hiatus, even longer than Rob T's apparent retirement?The last voyage of the Kitty Hawk, for starters. I crossed Hawaii off my Places To Visit Before I Die List, and my mom fell in love with San Diego when my folks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/2957605214715214972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/2957605214715214972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhplace.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#2957605214715214972' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12225851891338997653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02707039398585410420'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600684.post-352487851146006390</id><published>2009-02-16T08:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:17:10.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Song of the Indeterminate Time Period, Part the Second: January 2K9Grandpa, tell me about the good old daysSometimes it feels like... this world's gone crazyGrandpa, take me back to yesterdayWhen the line between right and wrong didn't seem so hazyDid lovers really fall in love to stayAnd stand beside each other come what may?Was a promise really something people kept?Not just something they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/352487851146006390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/352487851146006390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhplace.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#352487851146006390' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12225851891338997653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02707039398585410420'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600684.post-9082619165812209879</id><published>2009-02-16T07:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:01:21.057-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Song of the Indeterminate Time Period, Part the First: December 2K8It's only when your poison spinsInto the life you'd hoped to liveAnd suddenly you wake up in a shaken panic (now!)You'd set me up like a lamb to slaughterGarbo as the farmer's daughterUnbelieveable; the gospel according to who?I lay right downAll your sad and lost apostlesHum my name and flare their nostrilsChoking on the bones </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/9082619165812209879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/9082619165812209879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhplace.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#9082619165812209879' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12225851891338997653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02707039398585410420'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600684.post-3225433525001683866</id><published>2008-05-20T04:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T04:34:41.197-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SotITP'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Song of the Indeterminate Time Period, 20 May 2K8This is the official Dean W. McFarland theme song, as the person so named has a propensity for uttering strangely homoerotic things... Anyhow, a tangent sparked by IT1 Frankmiller (it's actually two words, but for a time before he arrived, his name was pronounced as if it were but one) actually put this song back in my head...Two-week vacation, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/3225433525001683866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/3225433525001683866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhplace.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#3225433525001683866' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12225851891338997653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02707039398585410420'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600684.post-4080901850488193023</id><published>2008-05-19T04:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T06:22:12.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where's Eric Bischoff Now That We REALLY Need Him?So I bummed a copy of the demo CD from the latest ish of PC Gamer because it purported to have a copy of the Warhammer Online intro movie. What I saw was at least 3 minutes of chubby editor-type expounding upon the Warhammer phenomenon, and not very well. It was obvious he took zero ranks in Knowledge (What The Hell He Was Talking About) skill, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/4080901850488193023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/4080901850488193023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhplace.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#4080901850488193023' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12225851891338997653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02707039398585410420'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600684.post-5319066903999655253</id><published>2008-05-18T04:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T04:24:05.655-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SotITP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hawk Can Eat A Fat Dick'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Song of the Indeterminate Time Period, 18 May 2K8(Rationale: Probable Fraidy Cat Cruise #n: The Annihilation Of Our Remaining Free Time)If the storm doesn't kill meThe government willI've gotta get that outta my headIt's a new day today and the coffee is strongI finally got some restSo a man's put to task and challengesI was taught to hold my head highCollect what is mine, make the best of what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/5319066903999655253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/5319066903999655253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhplace.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#5319066903999655253' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12225851891338997653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02707039398585410420'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600684.post-2671789081951095924</id><published>2008-05-18T03:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T03:55:04.271-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Light Special on Truth'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And Gates Says I Hardly Update Anymore...Jim over at fewl.net finds this doozy of an article by the former skipper of the Essex which succinctly speaks volumes on everything that is wrong with the Forward Deployed Naval Forces. Granted, he waited until he was retired to release it, but I'm not holding that against him. Is it any wonder I want out of Japan?Then again, I would've been too strongly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/2671789081951095924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/2671789081951095924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhplace.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#2671789081951095924' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12225851891338997653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02707039398585410420'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600684.post-7959933281154090351</id><published>2007-12-14T08:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T09:23:43.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is That A Cowbell I Hear?ITEM: Jean-Claude Van Damme will SHEEP YO' ASS, BITCH!(It helps if you're fluent in French)ITEM: And the Coaster of the Indeterminate Time Period goes to the Ghost Rider movie. Whoever wrote the screenplay really needs to sit down with the comics more, in between sessions of being horse-whipped for fucking up one of my favorite Marvel characters. I couldn't finish it, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/7959933281154090351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/7959933281154090351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhplace.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#7959933281154090351' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12225851891338997653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02707039398585410420'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600684.post-7465217184362544525</id><published>2007-12-12T08:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T08:54:47.708-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Report from Memewatch, 12 December 2K7  &lt;!--t--&gt;My score on&lt;!--/t--&gt; The Which Lolcat Are You? Test:  Cheezburger cat  (58%  Affectionate, 56%  Excitable, 57%  Hungry)    Sure, you deserve one. You helped popularized lolcats from a running gag to an online sensation. Now mainstream media writes asinine columns on this 'phenomenon', students write theses on the topic, programming languages adopt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/7465217184362544525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/7465217184362544525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhplace.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#7465217184362544525' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12225851891338997653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02707039398585410420'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600684.post-7014207683466174963</id><published>2007-12-07T09:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T09:27:05.608-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SotITP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Howwhywuz Howwhyam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hawk Can Eat A Fat Dick'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Song of the Indeterminate Time Period, 07 December 2K7Troubled souls uniteWe've got ourselves tonightI am fuel, you are friendsWe've got the means to make amendsI am lost, I'm no guideBut I'm by your sideI am right by your sideYoung lover, I standIt was their idea, I proved to be a manTake... my fucking handIt was their idea, I proved to be a manWill myself to find a home, a home within myselfWe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/7014207683466174963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/7014207683466174963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhplace.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#7014207683466174963' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12225851891338997653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02707039398585410420'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600684.post-1062383461346282410</id><published>2007-12-02T04:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T05:05:53.612-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SotITP'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Song of the Indeterminate Time Period, 29 November 2K7(Shh... quiet, you might piss somebody off)Like me, motherfucker, you've been at it for too longWhile you feed off others' insecuritiesYou stand in front of me and bite the hand that feedsSelf-righteousness is wearing thin(Lies inside your head, your best friend)Heart bleeds, but not for fellow men(Broken glass, your fake reflection)I've had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/1062383461346282410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/1062383461346282410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhplace.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#1062383461346282410' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12225851891338997653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02707039398585410420'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600684.post-289838503863100504</id><published>2007-11-28T21:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:55:33.207-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='$2 Million on this satellite system and all we watch is CNN and Fox News'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Indeterminate Time Period, 29 November 2K7"Jesus was too smart to run for public office."                  -- Mike Huckabee, on what Jesus would think about the death penalty</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/289838503863100504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/289838503863100504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhplace.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#289838503863100504' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12225851891338997653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02707039398585410420'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600684.post-9181664492629689786</id><published>2007-11-28T21:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T05:19:02.386-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;... China&apos;s fucked up.&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SotITP'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Song of the Indeterminate Time Period, 22 November 2K7[For the Chinese Ministry of Foreign Affairs, who, in case you were living under a rock this week, turned down the ship's request to enter Hong Kong harbor, and by the time they flip-flopped, we were over 200 miles away and going back to Japan]Well, I heard some people talkin’ just the other dayAnd they said you were gonna put me on a shelfBut</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/9181664492629689786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/9181664492629689786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhplace.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#9181664492629689786' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12225851891338997653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02707039398585410420'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600684.post-3048444460165044652</id><published>2007-07-22T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T05:17:21.221-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Religion rules ok?'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Song of the Indeterminate Time Period, 21 July 2K7Yeah, can you hear the call?In our rambling landSussurations, that can expandBeyond all hope of lightAnd plunge us into unrelenting nightA pall on truth and reasonIt feels like hunting seasonSo avoid those lines of sightAnd we'll set this rightWelcome to the New Dark AgesYeah, I hope you're living rightThese are the New Dark AgesAnd the world </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/3048444460165044652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/3048444460165044652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhplace.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#3048444460165044652' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12225851891338997653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02707039398585410420'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600684.post-8181327350306398453</id><published>2007-07-05T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T18:43:52.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Song of the Indeterminate Time Period, 5 July 2K7Look at you sleeping thereI couldn't love anyone or anything moreYou truly are my angel from HeavenSo... thanks, GodWish I could tell you how much I love youA thousand times a dayBut I hope that you can see it in my eyesEvery moment that we're awakeAnd every minute that I dreamI dream of youGod, that sounds like such a used lineBut, fuck it... it's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/8181327350306398453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/8181327350306398453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhplace.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8181327350306398453' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12225851891338997653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02707039398585410420'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600684.post-8921572711071038683</id><published>2007-06-09T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:15:20.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Little-Known Movie Bit Of The Indeterminate Time Period, 10 June 2K7If you ever get the chance, Blog Nation, rent Morgan Stewart's Coming Home and check out the scene where Our Hero gets back to the house after meeting the Love Interest for the first time. It's a sort of salute to Gene Kelly and MGM that I've not had much luck finding on YouTube, otherwise I'd embed it here. Leave it to me to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/8921572711071038683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/8921572711071038683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhplace.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#8921572711071038683' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12225851891338997653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02707039398585410420'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600684.post-7758980761668527380</id><published>2007-03-09T17:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T23:12:57.625-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>State of Blog Nation, Winter 2K7Butch happily welcomes our new Marissa Miller overlords, and now so do I. Whoever at SI had the bright idea of putting an iPod right over her coochie in the semi-nude shot is a certified artiste.Rob-type has a few words to say about the Death of Captain America. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think there was a retarded other version of Cap floating around; went by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/7758980761668527380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/7758980761668527380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhplace.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#7758980761668527380' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12225851891338997653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02707039398585410420'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600684.post-8191986117963838077</id><published>2007-03-09T17:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T17:47:02.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Song Of The Indeterminate Time Period, 10 March 2K7 (Part The First)(When's the last time you've seen one of these? Guess who's being honored in this song and win a cookie!)You're the fighter, you've got the fireThe spirit of a warrior, the champion's heartYou fight for your life, because the fighter never quitsYou make the most of the hand you're dealtBecause the quitter never wins (no!)You were</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/8191986117963838077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/8191986117963838077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhplace.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8191986117963838077' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12225851891338997653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02707039398585410420'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600684.post-117088693494933789</id><published>2007-02-07T16:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T16:23:14.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Son of the Son of the CowbellITEM: So I was downloading the latest Quicktime version and came across the trailer for the new F4 movie (Rise of the Silver Surfer). And with any luck, I'll probably be watching the thing in the same place I watched the first -- Sydney, New South Wales, Dot-au (that's Australia for the non-netspeak-inclined).ITEM: Which brings me to my next order of business. I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/117088693494933789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/117088693494933789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhplace.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117088693494933789' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12225851891338997653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02707039398585410420'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600684.post-116013466560002717</id><published>2006-10-06T06:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T16:03:58.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One Hundred and Ninety Dollars Worth Of Cell Phone Accessories... Ahhh YeahhhhSo I broke down and bought a contract cell phone in Japan.[months and months later]What I was going to add but never got around to is that I put down a bunch of money on accessories for the phone, to wit a Micro SD chip for it and a Bluetooth headset that never worked.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/116013466560002717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/116013466560002717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhplace.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116013466560002717' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12225851891338997653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02707039398585410420'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600684.post-115883821515337153</id><published>2006-09-21T06:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T07:40:36.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GOR-rammitJust when I think I can finally relax, they spring Fraidy Cat Cruise II: Electric Boogaloo.Translation: we may be getting underway AGAIN. May I have a show of hands of everybody who thinks having an AIRCRAFT CARRIER, IN HOME PORT being chased out of it by a typhoon is utterly ludicrous, please?If it's longer than a week, there will doubtlessly be fucking murders.In this, my darkest hour</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/115883821515337153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/115883821515337153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhplace.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115883821515337153' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12225851891338997653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02707039398585410420'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600684.post-115846935481325391</id><published>2006-09-16T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T00:02:34.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Song of the Indeterminate Time Period, 17 September 2K6Got the craving for some lunchBut I ain't got nothing to munchMy mind is set on just one wishA big ol' sandwich -- tuna fishTime to make a grocery runI'll walk there in the morning sunAnd make a list of what I need mostTuna fish, and bread for toastAnd though my stomach may be emptyI'll feed my head from a horn o' plentyRoll a joint Bob </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/115846935481325391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600684/posts/default/115846935481325391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhplace.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115846935481325391' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12225851891338997653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02707039398585410420'/></author></entry></feed>