<?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-5241308</id><updated>2011-09-12T13:01:20.719-04:00</updated><category term='music'/><title type='text'>Corpse Countdown...</title><subtitle type='html'>Eventually, I will die. Here is my blog leading up to that point.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>No One</name><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>304</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241308.post-9035106955251052013</id><published>2010-11-16T16:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T16:14:56.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another McSweeney's Rejection</title><summary type='text'>(caution: swearing ahead)Blog-to-eBook deals of the futureRules For My Unprocessed Human SlaveShit My Sentient Weaponized Transport SaysLook At This Fucking Fleeing HumanI Can Haz NutrientSludge?Stuff Processing Droids LikeThis Is Why You Will Be Ruled For Millennia By Your Own CreationsFuck Yeah Human Tears</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/9035106955251052013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/9035106955251052013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2010/11/another-mcsweeneys-rejection.html' title='Another McSweeney&apos;s Rejection'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-1280036459957726523</id><published>2010-01-11T13:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:04:56.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Free or Die</title><summary type='text'>I think the biggest lesson I've learned as I've gotten older is that you cannot free people. They must free themselves.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/1280036459957726523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/1280036459957726523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2010/01/live-free-or-die.html' title='Live Free or Die'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-7336169053455408080</id><published>2009-12-08T01:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T01:18:00.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Done</title><summary type='text'>Somewhere in between running an improv school, doing shows, teaching classes, surfing the web, playing Torchlight, playing Mega Man 9, playing Baldur's Gate, playing with my kids, something something something with my wife, I finished my novel. It's a straight up Fantasy novel. No wizards or elves or what not but it does have "Swords with Names", one of the biggest cliches ever. Still, I think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/7336169053455408080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/7336169053455408080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2009/12/done.html' title='Done'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-6325578136877131057</id><published>2009-10-28T00:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T01:05:45.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha!</title><summary type='text'>The fight scene I've been struggling with for years. The one I've delayed writing until this final revision. The sequence of one of the two BIG FIGHTS in my book is finally falling to my fingers as I write it out.I've got 4 other fights scenes that have been in there since the beginning and though they have been revised twice, this is one has read for years as:== fight here, 1000 wdsI've had the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/6325578136877131057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/6325578136877131057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2009/10/haha.html' title='Haha!'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-895052447495604796</id><published>2009-10-14T16:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:57:47.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Rejection Pile</title><summary type='text'>I was thinking of the Senryu today when considering forms of poetry that are pleasant to write. I remembered learning of them from McSweeney's (one of my fave online destinations) and their Senryu contest. I liked my entry even though they didn't.I silence the screamfrom the devil's digital facenine more minutes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/895052447495604796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/895052447495604796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2009/10/from-rejection-pile.html' title='From The Rejection Pile'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-205081505140349530</id><published>2009-10-02T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T00:01:02.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Admit, I'm Proud Of This One</title><summary type='text'>McSweeney's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/205081505140349530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/205081505140349530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-admit-im-proud-of-this-one.html' title='I Admit, I&apos;m Proud Of This One'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-2503673014405730661</id><published>2009-09-24T14:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T14:21:13.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No News is Bad News</title><summary type='text'>"News is what somebody somewhere wants to suppress; all the rest is advertising."  - Alfred Harmsworth, Lord Northcliffe (1865-1922)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/2503673014405730661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/2503673014405730661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-news-is-bad-news.html' title='No News is Bad News'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-4003419584733858751</id><published>2009-09-16T15:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T15:09:37.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Agony!</title><summary type='text'>I was totally going to do this with Ben once we got some Marshmellows this summer but we never did.Oh, The Temptation from Steve V on Vimeo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4003419584733858751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4003419584733858751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2009/09/agony.html' title='Agony!'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-7800206227288474379</id><published>2009-09-07T23:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:57:25.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Things</title><summary type='text'>1) When buying audio equipment, especially headphones/speakers, I have often read about a "break-in" period. New equipment is supposed to be broken in by playing white noise continuously for X number of hours to open up the acoustics of the gear (Protip: Forget white noise, just pipe in any FM music station).Now I had always been pretty skeptical but now I'm sold. My trusty Sennheiser cans (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/7800206227288474379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/7800206227288474379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-things.html' title='Two Things'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-8619876592718773006</id><published>2009-09-03T08:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T08:58:10.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>McSweeney's Rejection Is Your Gain</title><summary type='text'>FAQ for Four-Year-OldsQ1) Why?A1) Because Mommy needs a break.Q2) What's that?A2) This drink has bubbles. You won't like it.Q3) What's this?A3) Put that down!Q4) Where's Mommy?A4) She went out with her friends.Q5) Cookie, please?A5) Fine. Here.Q6) Is it my turn now?A6) No, it's still Daddy's turn to watch something.Q7) Are you ok?A7) Yes, Daddy's just sad because his drink is empty.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/8619876592718773006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/8619876592718773006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2009/09/mcsweeneys-rejection-is-your-gain.html' title='McSweeney&apos;s Rejection Is Your Gain'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-4165567878868342759</id><published>2009-08-13T10:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:30:00.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Leaves Are Green</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4165567878868342759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4165567878868342759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-leaves-are-green.html' title='Why Leaves Are Green'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-1567893315671016956</id><published>2009-08-10T00:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T00:55:50.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiiiime Is On My Side</title><summary type='text'>This applies to all things everywhere.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/1567893315671016956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/1567893315671016956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2009/08/tiiiime-is-on-my-side.html' title='Tiiiime Is On My Side'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-3142919984763282067</id><published>2009-07-29T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T11:22:04.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Heart Rivers Cuomo</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/3142919984763282067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/3142919984763282067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-heart-rivers-cuomo.html' title='Me Heart Rivers Cuomo'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-4332318616558200775</id><published>2009-06-22T09:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:49:00.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have It Pretty Good</title><summary type='text'>The rundown on yesterday's Father's Day:- Sleeping in- Bacon and Eggs- Afternoon nap- Family grocery excursion- Mowing the lawn (boo!)- Beer with my feet in the kiddie pool- Watergun fight with kids- Steak for dinner and Apple Crumble for dessert- Playing video games with the wifey (not a euphemism)Mood: Feeling loved</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4332318616558200775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4332318616558200775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-it-pretty-good.html' title='I Have It Pretty Good'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-9068731364882190770</id><published>2009-06-04T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T09:11:25.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Genius</title><summary type='text'>Side by side comparison with the original</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/9068731364882190770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/9068731364882190770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2009/06/genius.html' title='Genius'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-2931657344339900946</id><published>2009-06-02T22:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:26:54.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Glass Floor</title><summary type='text'>Found this in a slashdot conversation today. A lot of this seems at first blush to be total BS but I need to think and talk about this more before coming to a conclusion.Warren Farrell is a somewhat controversial author on men's issues who has actually spent quite a bit of time exploring this exact question. He proposed, with appropriate evidence, that while women have made great strides in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/2931657344339900946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/2931657344339900946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2009/06/glass-floor.html' title='The Glass Floor'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-9131695371469923841</id><published>2009-05-28T13:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:53:31.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want You To Murder Me</title><summary type='text'>Take your hands and put them in mineGive me your kisses and power divineTo the stars, the nighttime skyWe dance, we dance, we cry, we cryI run my hands along your hipsYou bite me softly on my lipsAnd here I could dieAnd here we both die[optional coda]Oh my, 'twas only met'phoricalOh love, this poem's rhetoricalI seem to be bleeding so liberallyWhy d'you take things so literally</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/9131695371469923841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/9131695371469923841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-you-to-murder-me.html' title='I Want You To Murder Me'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-8420098122151396051</id><published>2009-05-11T09:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:58:53.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Heart Beatles</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/8420098122151396051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/8420098122151396051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-heart-beatles.html' title='Me Heart Beatles'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-9022321590940777531</id><published>2009-04-24T12:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:51:01.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Game On</title><summary type='text'>One of my favourite shows on TV is Mad Men (well, it's not "on" because Season 3 only starts this summer).One of my favourite sites is boardgamegeek.com.So it was pretty cool to find out that Rich Sommer (who plays Harry Crane) is a hardcore boardgamer and did a podcast with the BGG guys.You can find the mp3 of the podcast here.[73MB]Warning: it's 2, yes 2, HOURS, yes hours, long. First hour is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/9022321590940777531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/9022321590940777531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-of-my-favourite-shows-on-tv-is-mad.html' title='Game On'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-2549126491659408168</id><published>2009-04-02T18:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:40:12.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We'd Better Make the Playoffs If I Post This</title><summary type='text'>Q. What do you call 30 millionaires around a TV watching the Stanley Cup Playoffs?A. The Toronto Maple Leafs.Q. What do the Toronto Maple Leafs and Billy Graham have in common?A. They both can make 20,000 people stand up and yell 'Jesus Christ'.Q. How do you keep the Toronto Maple Leafs out of your yard?A. Put up a goal net.Q. How many Toronto Maple Leafs does it take to win a Stanley Cup?A. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/2549126491659408168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/2549126491659408168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2009/04/wed-better-make-playoffs-if-i-post-this.html' title='We&apos;d Better Make the Playoffs If I Post This'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-1554615866003377088</id><published>2009-03-24T14:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:42:59.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Story</title><summary type='text'>Roger Zelazny's For A Breath I Tarry</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/1554615866003377088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/1554615866003377088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2009/03/short-story.html' title='Short Story'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-3991257066327306998</id><published>2009-03-16T23:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:49:50.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Roxanne</title><summary type='text'>How many more women have to be hurt or killed before we get over a job that is not going to go away?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/3991257066327306998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/3991257066327306998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2009/03/roxanne.html' title='Roxanne'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-6076184154126919768</id><published>2009-02-12T02:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T02:30:59.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>News To Me</title><summary type='text'>I just read that Lily Allen's new album was co-written and produced by Greg Kurstin from the bird and the bee whom I love. I guess I'll have to give it a listen. Also worth a listen is Lily Allen's cover of Britney's Womanizer.Bonus note: Cathy Dennis (previously mentioned here) is a co-writer on Katy Perry's I Kissed A Girl, which is another international mega-hit for Ms. Dennis. Ho hum.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/6076184154126919768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/6076184154126919768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-read-that-lily-allens-new-album.html' title='News To Me'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-1375062442872439878</id><published>2009-01-21T11:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:49:34.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Blog is Weak</title><summary type='text'>A meme, from Clare. I'm too busy starting up a business and taking business classes to think and write anything useful.bold = done ititalics = want tostrike = don't want toPlus snarky comments1. Started your own blog. Um, duh? Are people posting this on telephone poles?2. Slept under the stars. Well, a tent with the roof open.3. Played in a band.4. Visited Hawaii.5. Watched a meteor shower.6. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/1375062442872439878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/1375062442872439878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-blog-is-weak.html' title='This Blog is Weak'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-2320041501132722243</id><published>2008-12-25T22:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:00:26.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30th of February</title><summary type='text'>Gegorian CalendarJust an awesome Wikipedia article. Check out how Sweden handled the transition from Julian to Gregorian. Also, the switch was supposed to be applied in 1582 but Greece doesn't change until 1923. Nice work, Greeks. Of course, the Turks don't apply it until 3 years after that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/2320041501132722243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/2320041501132722243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2008/12/30th-of-february.html' title='30th of February'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-7653800144173281708</id><published>2008-12-19T01:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T01:27:30.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Where</title><summary type='text'>This space has been utterly ignored for a good while. It's just that I've been busy since being dropped like a bag of sand from a hot air balloon. Doing what?This.After being axed twice from well-paying but uninspiring technical jobs, I'm going to fire bullets into the air and hope none of them land on me. I've already set up and completed one class. It went crazy awesome and I'm hoping to line </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/7653800144173281708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/7653800144173281708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2008/12/thats-where.html' title='That&apos;s Where'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-3072045778364691212</id><published>2008-11-05T14:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:29:56.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tide, She Turns Slowly</title><summary type='text'>So once again, three more states have amended their constitutions to exclusively recognize marriages between a man and a woman: Arizona, Florida and California. The silver lining on this cloud is that the percentages are not more than one or two generations away from being overturned. Arizona: 56%, Florida: 62% and California: 52%. The tipping point is approaching before people realise either:1) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/3072045778364691212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/3072045778364691212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2008/11/tide-she-turns-slowly.html' title='The Tide, She Turns Slowly'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-1309369950665537428</id><published>2008-11-03T14:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T14:57:03.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Sums It Up Quite Well</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/1309369950665537428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/1309369950665537428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-sums-it-up-quite-well.html' title='This Sums It Up Quite Well'/><author><name>No One</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfRCKDcPIho/SQ9XeX8EibI/AAAAAAAAAO8/v9_ey59_sS8/s72-c/IMG_4285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241308.post-3277494503169549649</id><published>2008-10-06T09:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T09:44:28.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruined It for the Rest of Us</title><summary type='text'>I've thought about this from time to time and wondered why I'd never heard of anyone else's thoughts on the topic. So when I finally discovered that someone had formalised Ruin Value as an architectural principle, I also discovered why it might not be so popular.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/3277494503169549649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/3277494503169549649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2008/10/ruined-it-for-rest-of-us.html' title='Ruined It for the Rest of Us'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-2953757963696027261</id><published>2008-09-22T21:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:20:56.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Circle</title><summary type='text'>I started this blog when I was unsure whether or not I had cancer and had just been let go from my job. It was a pretty low point for me but I came through it in fine health and found myself in a new job and two pretty cool kiddies. So when I was let go from my job today, I was glad to have a big happy family to come home to with all of us in good health.With the economy tanking faster than a... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/2953757963696027261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/2953757963696027261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2008/09/full-circle.html' title='Full Circle'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-7819061519929949942</id><published>2008-09-18T22:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:56:55.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Kaladar, You Rascal</title><summary type='text'>Yes, more Wizard Poetry. That's the last I'll mention of it here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/7819061519929949942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/7819061519929949942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-kaladar-you-rascal.html' title='Oh, Kaladar, You Rascal'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-4148580716493427828</id><published>2008-09-10T22:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:53:44.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone But Not Forgotten</title><summary type='text'>I guess I'm old enough now to start talking about my retirement provided I make it that far and I don't have to work right to the end. Plan one is to drive from amusement park to amusement park enjoying roller coasters for months. Plan two is to live in NYC for a 6 months to a year. Plan three is to live in London for 6 months to a year.I have a love affair with London and its history. I like to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4148580716493427828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4148580716493427828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2008/09/gone-but-not-forgotten.html' title='Gone But Not Forgotten'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-2060009636514580729</id><published>2008-09-01T00:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T00:32:38.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Rhymes with Magic Missile?</title><summary type='text'>I doubt I'll use it a lot but I plan on amusing myself from time to time:Wizard Poetry</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/2060009636514580729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/2060009636514580729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-rhymes-with-magic-missile.html' title='What Rhymes with Magic Missile?'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-4165305296659843958</id><published>2008-07-16T23:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:56:46.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pwned by Apple</title><summary type='text'>With the new iPhone adding applications, the iPod Touch got some of the app love as well. I just upgraded so that I could mess around with the new apps and found that Apple made a Remote app to control iTunes from my iPod via WiFi. So no matter where I am in my house, I can control my iTunes.Ah, but you see I also have the Airport Express as my WiFi router. The Airport Express has a nice feature </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4165305296659843958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4165305296659843958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2008/07/pwned-by-apple.html' title='Pwned by Apple'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-7139724482642115016</id><published>2008-06-16T14:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T01:25:12.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Still There</title><summary type='text'>I was out with some friends last night and my kids came up. It's inevitable that the topic of my kids comes up though I try desperately not to involve them in every damn conversation. But it's tough since they are so central to my life.Later on in the evening I was asked, more or less, if I saw a lot of the kids. I was a little stunned. I replied, incredulous, "Are you asking me if I'm divorced?"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/7139724482642115016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/7139724482642115016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-still-there.html' title='It&apos;s Still There'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-620333405039527127</id><published>2008-06-11T23:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:46:53.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancey Dance Time</title><summary type='text'>UMO by OOIOO</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/620333405039527127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/620333405039527127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2008/06/dancey-dance-time.html' title='Dancey Dance Time'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-4563368625227329989</id><published>2008-05-21T13:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T13:18:01.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1-UPped</title><summary type='text'>A while ago I posted this.But some Belgians came up with this. That's even better. I guess it was just an idea whose time has come.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4563368625227329989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4563368625227329989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2008/05/1-upped.html' title='1-UPped'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-4504590954301863199</id><published>2008-05-15T10:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T10:29:25.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing But</title><summary type='text'>"Truth never triumphs -- its opponents just die out." - Max Planck</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4504590954301863199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4504590954301863199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2008/05/nothing-but.html' title='Nothing But'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-4869384006297432260</id><published>2008-04-08T23:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T23:04:51.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid's Show Declares Victory</title><summary type='text'>There is a torrent out there for the music from season 1 of Yo Gabba Gabba!. It's not great quality as they're ripped from the torrented videos but the songs are great. I recommend giving them a listen as there's likely a few you might like. If there's an album coming out, I'll buy it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4869384006297432260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4869384006297432260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2008/04/kids-show-declares-victory.html' title='Kid&apos;s Show Declares Victory'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-6672332516425127326</id><published>2008-04-03T10:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T10:48:01.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>End Run</title><summary type='text'>Oh , baby.Man, I hate posting links. And I despise random Bush administration ranting on blogs. But I'm posting this because it strikes me as one of the most ridiculous constitutional arguments I've ever had the misfortune to come across. Reference: Fourth AmendmentWhen Abraham Lincoln suspended habeas corpus during the civil war, there were militias marching on Washington D.C. and rioting all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/6672332516425127326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/6672332516425127326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2008/04/end-run.html' title='End Run'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-4355154983951097711</id><published>2008-03-21T00:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T01:11:11.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Journals (Where No Content Is Written By Me)</title><summary type='text'>I am lucky to know people who keep excellent email journals. Not blogs, but emails that essentially perform the same function as blogs. Somehow it feels a little more personal to get one of these in my inbox.My cousin Natasha is in Kigali, Rwanda as a legal aide for an NGO:I have been so taken with the city, that it seems almost surreal that the atrocities of 1994 could ever have occurred. During</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4355154983951097711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4355154983951097711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2008/03/journals-where-no-content-is-written-by.html' title='Journals (Where No Content Is Written By Me)'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-5630163552683082152</id><published>2008-03-14T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T14:24:06.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic</title><summary type='text'>Sir, I bear a rhyme excellingIn mystic force and magic spelling.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/5630163552683082152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/5630163552683082152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2008/03/classic.html' title='Classic'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-4101700366198580757</id><published>2008-03-08T10:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T10:36:05.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skype</title><summary type='text'>Anyone out there want to exchange Skype information? It's an application I'd like to use more but I have nearly no contacts.Send me an email and we can swap info.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4101700366198580757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4101700366198580757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2008/03/skype.html' title='Skype'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-738451033001435501</id><published>2008-01-17T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T23:24:01.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Charm</title><summary type='text'>2008 has already been kind to me.I had swung once and missed. My second try was hit for distance but didn't stay fair. But today, ah today, I looped one into left field, a solid single to leadoff the inning.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/738451033001435501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/738451033001435501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2008/01/charm.html' title='A Charm'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-1851389013828330283</id><published>2008-01-02T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T23:02:57.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 in Review</title><summary type='text'>- Daughter born. Niiiiice.- Trip to Boston. Awesome. Not so much for Boston but for seeing old friends and tours of MIT + Harvard.- Guitar Hero enjoyed, then purchased. Leads to Dragonforce ("Through the Fire and Flames") and Priestess ("Lay Down") and Heart. Jeers to the wireless guitar that doesn't work in my setup (too much wi-fi interference).- iPod Touch. Watching movies and learning to love</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/1851389013828330283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/1851389013828330283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2008/01/2007-in-review.html' title='2007 in Review'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-7972718879935778955</id><published>2007-12-23T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T20:56:00.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics</title><summary type='text'>GIVE THE MAN A DRINKA storm came in one Christmas day, a-raging from the eastThe air was whipped with ice and snow, unfit for man or beastThe local pub ran thick with fools at any given timeBut Christmas day, it's long been known, the brew is at its primeThe fireplace was golden bright, the air was full of talesIn ev'ry eye, a wink and smile, in ev'ry hand were alesThe pub door, she did open, and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/7972718879935778955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/7972718879935778955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2007/12/lyrics.html' title='Lyrics'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-3053972648148205451</id><published>2007-12-18T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T23:57:07.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I Know</title><summary type='text'>I wrote this.So now comes this.And that's that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/3053972648148205451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/3053972648148205451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2007/12/now-i-know.html' title='Now I Know'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-5621820976714909417</id><published>2007-12-04T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T23:03:20.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Birthday</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I finished my birthday present. Only 2 months late...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/5621820976714909417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/5621820976714909417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2007/12/second-birthday.html' title='Second Birthday'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-4318665995164951392</id><published>2007-11-16T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T00:43:19.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Philosophy</title><summary type='text'>I've been watching Garrett Lisi's physics paper make the rounds from physics news to Slashdot to, finally, cbc.ca over the last couple days. I've also been reading furiously trying to understand exactly what he's done. I have a rather feeble grasp on it but what I do understand of it is very super awesome.Mr. Lisi, who has cultivated a surfer dude image that the media is eating up, has posted a "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4318665995164951392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4318665995164951392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2007/11/natural-philosophy.html' title='Natural Philosophy'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-5306170758332688002</id><published>2007-11-11T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T22:28:34.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Would Smell As Sweet</title><summary type='text'>Chinese restaurant name #1 seen in Toronto:"C'Est Bon"Fishing and Hunting area in Ontario:"Cast &amp; Blast"Chinese restaurant name #2 seen in Toronto:"Ho-Lee-Chow"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/5306170758332688002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/5306170758332688002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2007/11/would-smell-as-sweet.html' title='Would Smell As Sweet'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-4805648054431946956</id><published>2007-10-17T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T00:18:08.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Things About Me (67-100)</title><summary type='text'>67. I get sick at least once every two months and it sucks donkey.68. Spiderman would beat Batman.69. There is nothing sexier than a pony tail, a white cotton tee and blue jeans.70. The Gaussian distribution is the best distribution.71. I lost my original wedding ring.72. Twix from Europe is the best chocolate bar. I can't eat the Twix here.73. My wife's default cell phone ring drives me nuts.74.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4805648054431946956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4805648054431946956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2007/09/100-things-about-me-67-100.html' title='100 Things About Me (67-100)'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-6147034329451521256</id><published>2007-09-20T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T00:15:26.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Your Hide, McSweeney's</title><summary type='text'>"Well-written, but we're going to pass, I'm afraid..."    The Four Stages Of Poetry    I:    Grounded    Your oppressive regime    Paints your face black    I am a slave to your whims    I want my PS2 back    II:    wo    manly    hands reach my sensitive Y    a gentle    caress!    finds me    (thank god    my father    paid for    the abortion)    III:    In the morning light    Horus stills </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/6147034329451521256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/6147034329451521256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2007/09/damn-your-hide-mcsweeneys.html' title='Damn Your Hide, McSweeney&apos;s'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-4395929901938943903</id><published>2007-09-15T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T08:05:03.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Things About Me (34-66)</title><summary type='text'>34. I was a college radio DJ. I played the Friday 4pm-6pm shift for 5 people in the cafeteria.35. I was one of 5 editors for my college literary journal. It was called "Arcady: The Swimfruit Edition"36. I was also a cartoonist for the college weekly. This was before everyone used clip-art for their comics. I can hardly draw a lick but I guess it was either me or whitespace.37. I watched about 40 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4395929901938943903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4395929901938943903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2007/09/100-things-about-me-34-66.html' title='100 Things About Me (34-66)'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-3621076538099971524</id><published>2007-09-10T23:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T00:49:09.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Things About Me (1-33)</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I might as well do this one.1. I'm not sure I can come up with 100 things of note.2. I've been inside the White House. It was a tour.3. I've sat in on English Parliament while it was in session. It was both dull and cool.4. I've walked across the Brooklyn Bridge. The towers are made of stone.5. I've walked across the Golden Gate Bridge. That sucker is long.6. My family says I could read at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/3621076538099971524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/3621076538099971524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2007/09/100.html' title='100 Things About Me (1-33)'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-5948675489964870484</id><published>2007-09-06T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T23:41:54.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[[Birthday]]</title><summary type='text'>Last year I decided to start a little tradition for myself. On my birthday (or as close as is feasible) I would edit one wikipedia article. I wouldn't just correct some typos, either. I would re-organize, clean up, and polish to a shine any existing article of a reasonable size that badly needed editing.2006's selection was Blaise Pascal's entry and I'm happy to see that most of my structural </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5948675489964870484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241308&amp;postID=5948675489964870484' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/5948675489964870484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/5948675489964870484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2007/09/birthday.html' title='[[Birthday]]'/><author><name>No One</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241308.post-9009265580718215129</id><published>2007-08-24T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T19:04:00.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejected</title><summary type='text'>I submitted a list to McSweeney's a few weeks ago and it was rejected today (probably because of my item from 1236). I was encouraged to submit again so I may just do that. In the interests of not wasting work, here's a blog post:Famous Trades in History1940To Germany: Japanese signature of Tripartite PactTo Japan: Samurai Tradition1863To England: Codification of Football (soccer)To Germany: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/9009265580718215129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/9009265580718215129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2007/08/rejected.html' title='Rejected'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-1915128209082609156</id><published>2007-07-27T14:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T14:43:26.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever Gets You Through The Night</title><summary type='text'>I recently had my daughter christened/baptised/whatever. I personally don't believe in any of it so I cringed inwardly when we "renounced Satan" on our daughter's behalf. I briefly thought about not going through the whole affair but there were only negatives to doing so. It's a brief ceremony, my mother and father-in-law would have thrown flaming crucifixes at me (never mind the endless </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/1915128209082609156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/1915128209082609156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2007/07/whatever-gets-you-through-night.html' title='Whatever Gets You Through The Night'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-1367892863714518385</id><published>2007-07-16T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T22:39:33.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Continued Stochastic Neural Processes</title><summary type='text'>1) I've got mononucleosis. I know you totally want to make out with me right now. You have two more weeks to try your luck.2) I'm very much excited by Flight of the Conchords, a new show by two musical comedians on HBO. If you get chance to give it a chance, do so.3) M.I.A. is coming to the Osheaga Music Fest here in MTL but it's 70$ and while you do get access to a ton of pretty good acts, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/1367892863714518385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/1367892863714518385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2007/07/continued-stochastic-neural-processes.html' title='Continued Stochastic Neural Processes'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-6892828781658549160</id><published>2007-06-14T22:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T22:59:27.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Two Things</title><summary type='text'>1) My female counterpart recently bought a book called "The Happiest Toddler On The Block". I only caught the title at a glance and I thought she was reading "The Stupidest Toddler In The World". I really, really want to write that book.2) I've had a post title in my head for weeks now but I'll never really get a chance to use it: "Soylent All These Years". God, I pray Tori Amos eats a corpse.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/6892828781658549160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/6892828781658549160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-two-things.html' title='Just Two Things'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-833041157406098020</id><published>2007-06-07T00:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T00:32:57.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Do Banal</title><summary type='text'>Poor Sara.Ben's blog was lots more fun and had better entries at this stage. I'd love to be able to write more text entries but it's always easier to just grab one of our many pics, clean and crop it and slap it in the blog. My energy levels just aren't what they used to be. My level of awe is diminished this second time 'round. My excitement and my ability to communicate the excitement I do get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/833041157406098020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/833041157406098020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-dont-do-banal.html' title='I Don&apos;t Do Banal'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-3793404346713599454</id><published>2007-05-31T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:14:06.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Jury Of My Peers Would Never Convict</title><summary type='text'>Who do I have to kill to get some sleep around here?Wait... Don't answer that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/3793404346713599454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/3793404346713599454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2007/05/jury-of-my-peers-would-never-convict.html' title='A Jury Of My Peers Would Never Convict'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-4776980178679431952</id><published>2007-04-17T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:47:43.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Live And Let Diaper</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4776980178679431952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4776980178679431952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2007/04/live-and-let-diaper.html' title='Live And Let Diaper'/><author><name>No One</name><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/_qfRCKDcPIho/RiV4cDWI6FI/AAAAAAAAADs/-3GSeffxIq0/s72-c/bensara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241308.post-3121884356491135880</id><published>2007-03-29T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T00:08:22.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind The Scenes</title><summary type='text'>Captive sailor reportedly writes letter calling for Iraq withdrawalThe letter came on the day the UN Security Council accepted a watered-down statement expressing "grave concern" at Iran's capture of Turney and 14 other sailors and marines in the northern Persian Gulf.The statement also called for an early resolution of the problem, including their release.Britain failed to win support for a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/3121884356491135880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/3121884356491135880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2007/03/behind-scenes.html' title='Behind The Scenes'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-2431378065672595969</id><published>2007-03-11T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:47:21.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beat Boxes</title><summary type='text'>I'm flat-out beat. Having two kids is a lot of work and while it was initially more than twice the work it doesn't feel that way anymore (though that just might be me getting numb to the situation). What has me knocked out is that we've been going nuts on the house while I've been home on three weeks paternity leave. A group of old high school friends came over today (nearly all of the people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/2431378065672595969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/2431378065672595969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2007/03/beat-boxes.html' title='Beat Boxes'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-4545878020386414993</id><published>2007-03-08T23:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T23:22:56.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Do Love Movies</title><summary type='text'>A meme, from Paul.1. Name a movie that you have seen more than 10 times.10 times? Hmm, if there is one, it would probably be Star Wars: A New Hope but I don't think I've seen it ten times.2. Name a movie that you've seen multiple times in the theater.I saw Phantom Menace three times on opening day. If I had dressed up, at least I could have hit rock bottom.3. Name an actor that would make you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4545878020386414993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4545878020386414993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-do-love-movies.html' title='I Do Love Movies'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-2748400288303999793</id><published>2007-03-04T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T00:05:07.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(Untitled)</title><summary type='text'>I am a column of water three thousand meters tallI am the sweet spot of a baseball batI am an insensitive break-upI am a slab of steel and hydraulicsI am the index and thumbI am an unexpected deathA thorough and pitilessCrushing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/2748400288303999793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/2748400288303999793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2007/03/untitled.html' title='(Untitled)'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-7282822355963448715</id><published>2007-02-27T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T09:29:28.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Have A Gender Gap</title><summary type='text'>At first, the urge to buy insulation and grapefruit will become irresistible. Sitting in a boring meeting, your will suddenly find your doodles populated by pigs and piglets wielding paint cans and brushes. You will dream of a parade of flamingos handing out cotton candy. A water faucet will drip, drip, drip but all you will hear is pink, pink, pink.The other colours will not die, other parents (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/7282822355963448715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/7282822355963448715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2007/02/girls-have-gender-gap.html' title='Girls Have A Gender Gap'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-7649442125330673429</id><published>2007-01-17T00:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T00:36:47.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No, Really, Where Are You From?</title><summary type='text'>The first 2 lines from Shaun Majumder's wikipedia entry (as of today):Shaun Majumder (born on January 29, 1972 in Burlington, Newfoundland and Labrador) is a Canadian comedian and actor. His mother is a white Newfoundlander, his father is Indian.That last sentence is so Canadian it hurts.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/7649442125330673429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/7649442125330673429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-really-where-are-you-from_17.html' title='No, Really, Where Are You From?'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-4290980493864848441</id><published>2007-01-11T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T23:56:50.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Needed To Write Something</title><summary type='text'>He flicked his blade, spattering the churned mud with blood. The sun was setting and the birdcalls had become loud and insistent, lonely souls seeking solace before the coming night. He wiped his brow and a spray of dried mud showered the ground. He roughly ran a hand through his unkempt brown hair; more dirt, some of it ruddy.The day's last breath, a whispering wind, shifted the leaves on their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4290980493864848441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/4290980493864848441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-needed-to-write-something.html' title='I Needed To Write Something'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-5044650014647157160</id><published>2007-01-10T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T12:27:47.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploding Cigars</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Debi for sending me this for the coming baby.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/5044650014647157160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/5044650014647157160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2007/01/exploding-cigars.html' title='Exploding Cigars'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-1932565573185270888</id><published>2007-01-05T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T11:36:19.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow, Meow, Awesome, Meow</title><summary type='text'>What Do You Do?What do you do with the mad that you feelWhen you feel so mad you could bite?When the whole wide world seems oh, so wrong...And nothing you do seems very right?What do you do? Do you punch a bag?Do you pound some clay or some dough?Do you round up friends for a game of tag?Or see how fast you go?It's great to be able to stopWhen you've planned a thing that's wrong,And be able to do</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/1932565573185270888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/1932565573185270888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2007/01/meow-meow-awesome-meow.html' title='Meow, Meow, Awesome, Meow'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-2425063815995753578</id><published>2006-12-19T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T08:42:04.332-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Ear In Their Music</title><summary type='text'>I love the lyrics to Joanna Newsom's Peach, Plum, Pear. She's a harpist that plays folk music (I've seen this new wave of folk called psych-folk and nu-folk but I am partial to the snarky term I read somewhere: freak-folk). In any case, I love the words here.We speak in the storeI'm a sensitive boreand you're markedly moreand I'm oozing surpriseBut it's late in the dayand you're well on your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/2425063815995753578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/2425063815995753578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2006/12/ear-in-their-music.html' title='Ear In Their Music'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-116313219956773085</id><published>2006-11-09T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T23:16:39.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Upside Down</title><summary type='text'>The last while has been very tumultuous. We've been in the process of finding a place and selling our own for a while now and it looks like the end is in sight. We found the place we wanted, sold our own and are now going through legal hoops to finish it all.The problem is we had to sell ours Nov 24. We buy on Dec 1 but don't take possession until Dec 7. So there's a gap there of 2 weeks where we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/116313219956773085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/116313219956773085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2006/11/upside-down.html' title='Upside Down'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-116097887999358716</id><published>2006-10-16T01:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T02:07:59.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Book End</title><summary type='text'>So I've been busy cleaning our condo for sale and looking at new houses. This has provoked all sorts of heated discussions in the household. We're both stressed and tired and our patience is mostly used by the energy-vortex known as our son.Against this backdrop, I'm undergoing an internal debate. I got my expected rejection letter for my novel. Now, this is a single letter from a pretty big </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/116097887999358716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/116097887999358716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2006/10/book-end_16.html' title='Book End'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-115985181934447333</id><published>2006-10-03T01:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T01:03:39.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrifying</title><summary type='text'>I went away for 6 days and came back to find a little boy in my house. Whither went the baby?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/115985181934447333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/115985181934447333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2006/10/terrifying.html' title='Terrifying'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-115726207115145607</id><published>2006-09-03T01:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T22:35:52.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All Apologies</title><summary type='text'>What is wrong with me?I am so ashamed.I know I have pretty trashy taste in music but it never really bothered me because I like what I like. I can't help it. I don't really analyse the music I hear unless I hear a song that demands my attention. I usually just listen distractedly and bop along to the rhythm (sadly, I am also missing the gene that codes for rhythm).In any case, I've hit a new low.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/115726207115145607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/115726207115145607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2006/09/all-apologies.html' title='All Apologies'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-115717003611154651</id><published>2006-09-01T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T00:07:16.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Authority</title><summary type='text'>I've been thinking about parenting and authority of late.Ben has started pitching fits when he doesn't get his own way. The worst is when he wants to be carried around as I kick a ball around the house. He is obsessed with it for whatever reason. I used to do it when he couldn't walk so I guess he's just used to that being the way things are done. But his appetite for it is insatiable, so much so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/115717003611154651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/115717003611154651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2006/09/open-authority.html' title='Open Authority'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-115691676183751747</id><published>2006-08-30T01:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T01:46:01.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>But I'm Already Tired</title><summary type='text'>Just see here for the details.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/115691676183751747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/115691676183751747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2006/08/but-im-already-tired.html' title='But I&apos;m Already Tired'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-115597012762989309</id><published>2006-08-19T01:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T00:59:26.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lube</title><summary type='text'>A wise man that I know, Simon, introduced me to http://www.lifehacker.com, which was moderately useful. Another cool site is http://www.tradetricks.org/. There's some useless info in there but some real gems, too.Anyways, I figured I'd post a few of my lifehacks. By all means, feel free to do the same. I love this kind of information. Perhaps you might find these obvious but they certainly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/115597012762989309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/115597012762989309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-lube.html' title='Life Lube'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-115587210278864655</id><published>2006-08-17T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T23:35:02.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Invitation</title><summary type='text'>I'm opening up meanderingly.com to new users. I figure that even though I don't have the time to contribute regularly, it shouldn't just sit there. I definitely do not want to open it up to the public, though. I'd like to not have to fight wiki-spam on a daily basis.If you're interested in contributing to the site, send me an email with your requested username. I'll send you your account </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/115587210278864655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/115587210278864655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2006/08/invitation.html' title='Invitation'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-115414555290683016</id><published>2006-07-28T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T23:59:12.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandoned</title><summary type='text'>I mentioned I was trying to hammer away at a blog post but I've given up on it. It supposed to be some meditation on the 15th and 19th US amendments (race and gender suffrage) that was interspersed with thoughts on homeostasis and equilibrium in social movements. But then I realised that I'm not in college anymore and without the grade of Damocles over my head, I don't actually have the energy to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/115414555290683016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/115414555290683016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2006/07/abandoned.html' title='Abandoned'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-115258524464691176</id><published>2006-07-10T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:34:04.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Getting Pretty Abstract Here</title><summary type='text'>My insurance company just offered me a plan that would cover all my insurance premiums in case of accident or disability. Great, insurance for my insurance: meta-insurance.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/115258524464691176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/115258524464691176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2006/07/were-getting-pretty-abstract-here.html' title='We&apos;re Getting Pretty Abstract Here'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-115215913202276568</id><published>2006-07-06T00:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T00:12:12.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Accept This Substitute</title><summary type='text'>I've been hammering away at a draft blog post for a couple days now but I'm only just beginning to realise that I have no clue what I'm trying to say. So, while I sort my brain out, please accept these two CBC links to two cool Canadian blogs:Inside the CBC:http://www.insidethecbc.com/It's the CBC's official blog. I am totally in love with the CBC. The old CBC Radio 3 webzine was one of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/115215913202276568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/115215913202276568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2006/07/accept-this-substitute.html' title='Accept This Substitute'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-115138189616347285</id><published>2006-06-27T00:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T00:18:16.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth Hurts</title><summary type='text'>"Those whom the  football gods wish to destroy, they first put up by a goal." - Barbara  Carey, "Gooooooooal!", CBC online article</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/115138189616347285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/115138189616347285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2006/06/truth-hurts.html' title='Truth Hurts'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-115102506182775498</id><published>2006-06-22T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T21:11:01.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang, Bang, Shoot, Shoot</title><summary type='text'>I'd be happier if we funded these guys out the wazoo...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/115102506182775498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/115102506182775498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2006/06/bang-bang-shoot-shoot.html' title='Bang, Bang, Shoot, Shoot'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-115017375842442147</id><published>2006-06-13T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T00:42:38.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Signal</title><summary type='text'>I've been at the Montreal Fringe Fest this week so I haven't had much time to blog. Or spend time with family. Or have a circadian rhythm.But I did take a second to find out what metonymy was...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/115017375842442147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/115017375842442147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2006/06/busy-signal.html' title='Busy Signal'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-114810277544174108</id><published>2006-05-20T01:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T01:26:15.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><summary type='text'>"The Da Vinci Code is a terrible book, made popular by the kind of people who give reading a bad name..."-Devin Faraci [chud.com], reviewing the movie</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/114810277544174108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/114810277544174108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2006/05/ouch_20.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-114799823341895648</id><published>2006-05-18T20:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:23:53.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Spambot Names</title><summary type='text'>Firebomb F. NeophyteAnchovy H. FosteredAbate D. SpecialistLithosphere L. HabitationOutsmarted B. PhonographErrors I. SkedaddleDisemboweled T. ParalyticRealization C. HeightenAttaching D. CapaciousnessReimposed B. LawsuitAcademia S. SixtiethDistribute S. FossilizeWisecracks J. DungeonUnstopping G. BeachedBeard P. HouseboatSprinkler K. CrocodilesMadwoman I. Maidenhead</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/114799823341895648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/114799823341895648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2006/05/more-spambot-names.html' title='More Spambot Names'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-114731033944248246</id><published>2006-05-10T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T00:20:15.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready... Aim...</title><summary type='text'>Three songs to start off the summer right:1) Nelly Furtado ft. Timbaland - "Promiscuous Girl"2) All-American Rejects - "Move Along"3) Notorious B.I.G. ft. Twista &amp; Krayzie Bone - "Spit Your Game"==I've finally finished a submission package for my wanna-be novel, "Four Siblings". Out of the nest you go, little birdy. I've started sketching my second grab at the brass ring.==The things no one told </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/114731033944248246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/114731033944248246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2006/05/ready-aim.html' title='Ready... Aim...'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-114684363443529620</id><published>2006-05-05T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T21:29:34.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Ever Get Close To A Human</title><summary type='text'>Wikipedia has a great list of cognitive biases. A cognitive bias is a distortion in how humans perceive reality. A lot of them are generally known, like confirmation bias (the search for or interpretation of information that confirms one's beliefs) or false consensus bias (the tendency for people to overestimate the degree to which others agree with them).There are a few in there, however, that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/114684363443529620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/114684363443529620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2006/05/if-you-ever-get-close-to-human.html' title='If You Ever Get Close To A Human'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-114662876850137823</id><published>2006-05-02T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T23:59:28.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fido Customer Service</title><summary type='text'>If you are a Fido cell phone customer and want to talk to a human being:- Dial 611 from your cell or call the customer line.- Choose the option to report a stolen phone.You get service pretty damn quick.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/114662876850137823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/114662876850137823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2006/05/fido-customer-service.html' title='Fido Customer Service'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-114584306409485948</id><published>2006-04-23T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T21:44:24.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Conversation</title><summary type='text'>Peter: Man, I hate people holding signs in commercials.Me: Really? You've noticed a new trend? It's a pretty old device.Peter: I'm just getting crotchety.(pause)Me: I wonder if the adjective is based on the noun "crotch".Peter: I hope so. Otherwise, what a waste.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/114584306409485948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/114584306409485948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2006/04/conversation.html' title='A Conversation'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-114524704404845843</id><published>2006-04-16T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T00:10:44.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Risk, Free</title><summary type='text'>My good friend Dustin has the job any true nerd desires: video-game developer. He has made many waves with his Risk-like game, Lux. The free demo comes with 20 free games, the AI is not too shabby at a higher difficulty and you can play it online with humanoids. If you like Risk, I can pretty much guarantee you'll like Lux.Just recently, he's completed a new version of the game called American </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/114524704404845843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/114524704404845843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2006/04/risk-free.html' title='Risk, Free'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-114490365409797732</id><published>2006-04-12T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T00:47:34.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Money, No Honey</title><summary type='text'>I was reading a bit about Jane Jacobs (via Byzantium's Shores) and something she said struck me as very true. It was the idea that another Depression is the one thing that must be avoided at all costs. And I think she's right, the scars of that time have not yet healed. Judging by how governments measure their country's health one gets the sense that the economy is far and away the unit of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/114490365409797732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/114490365409797732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-money-no-honey.html' title='No Money, No Honey'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-114450580055056023</id><published>2006-04-08T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T00:42:40.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Minor Adjustments</title><summary type='text'>1 - I added Byzantium's Shores to my blogroll.Kelly Sedinger, aka Jaquandor, blogs about anything and everything. To distill it down to a few subjects does not do it justice. But I've never been about justice. Jaq writes about Buffalo (the city), classical music, The Bills, politics and whatever else pops into his head.Update Frequency: Daily2 - I amended a rule in my Swacky post. I thought it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/114450580055056023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/114450580055056023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2006/04/minor-adjustments.html' title='Minor Adjustments'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-114368857804823238</id><published>2006-03-29T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T10:01:27.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swacky!</title><summary type='text'>I already explained The Nameless Game so now, at the leading edge of Spring, it's time for Swacky.Playing hacky-sack is not typically my cup of tea. It seems so aimless. I like goals. I'm a measurement-motivated person. I need meaning, no matter how arbitrary, artificial or arcane. Swacky takes the wishy-washy, just-goofin'-around aspect of hacky sack and obliterates it in a tightly-controlled, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/114368857804823238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/114368857804823238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2006/03/swacky.html' title='Swacky!'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-114300397357772254</id><published>2006-03-22T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T00:06:13.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Analogy Of The Day</title><summary type='text'>"It's amazing to watch her process information whenever someone speaks to her: The period between when something is said and when it's actually processed is unusually long, as if her brain is still running on a 14.4 baud modem while everybody else has gone broadband." - Scott Tobias, The Onion AV ClubAs an aside, this new trend to capitalise after the colon offends me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/114300397357772254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/114300397357772254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2006/03/analogy-of-day.html' title='Analogy Of The Day'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-114292028940040838</id><published>2006-03-21T00:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T01:09:10.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I Have Nothing To Say</title><summary type='text'>Blogroll update...Name change:Without ME becomes S'WonderfulBlog change:babyresearcher is abandoned, but its author, the only Amy worth knowing (and the only Amy I know), writes on about sociology in amy writesNew blogs: emilieonline.comEmilie, living in Quebec, is currently pregnant and writes about whatever pops into her head. Unsurprisingly, most of it is about the bébé-to-be these days. She </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/114292028940040838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/114292028940040838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2006/03/because-i-have-nothing-to-say.html' title='Because I Have Nothing To Say'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-114135650602478342</id><published>2006-03-02T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T22:28:26.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation and Hennessy</title><summary type='text'>Plagiarised from exBostonian:Friday, March 3rd, at noon: come to VAGANZA VI, McGill Improv's annual 24-hour comedy show! It's on the second floor of the Shatner building, 3480 McTavish Street, runs straight through until noon on Saturday, March 4th. Admission is $3 for students and $5 for non-students, and all profits will go to a local charity.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/114135650602478342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/114135650602478342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2006/03/conversation-and-hennessy.html' title='Conversation and Hennessy'/><author><name>No One</name><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-5241308.post-114109387601532452</id><published>2006-02-27T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T21:31:16.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Winner Is You</title><summary type='text'>If you have yet to read The Lottery, I suggest you remedy the situation.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/114109387601532452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241308/posts/default/114109387601532452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corpsecountdown.blogspot.com/2006/02/winner-is-you.html' title='A Winner Is You'/><author><name>No One</name><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>
