<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303009603997135534</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 04 Mar 2010 20:04:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>centre of the universe - the dreaming</title><description></description><link>http://www.cenobyte.ca/words/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (cenobyte)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>301</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303009603997135534.post-203341560847017904</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Mar 2010 14:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-04T08:43:19.552-06:00</atom:updated><title>Really, critics?</title><atom:summary type='text'>Gag writer defends campy closing ceremonyFirst, go read that article by Valerie Fortney of the Calgary Herald. For the record, I've no idea if she lives in Calgary South (thereby being responsible for homophobic tool Jason Kenney being elected MP). Also, that last sentence has absolutely nothing to do with the article. Or with this post. Now, I didn't watch the opening ceremonies of the Olympics.</atom:summary><link>http://www.cenobyte.ca/words/2010/03/really-critics.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cenobyte)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303009603997135534.post-6407821425980807961</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 14:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-03T08:25:06.552-06:00</atom:updated><title>It's just that</title><atom:summary type='text'>We haven't much to tell you these days.

I could talk about the streaker at city hall in the Queen's City, but that's already been done. I could tell you about how Canadian Members of Parliament are finally going back to work (lousy shirkers). I could talk about how miffed I am that 'feminist' is used as an insult. But, I've gone through all of these things before.

So, I'll pose a question to </atom:summary><link>http://www.cenobyte.ca/words/2010/03/its-just-that.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cenobyte)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303009603997135534.post-1852530109137442766</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 19:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-01T13:43:52.533-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>living in a tree</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Button Theory</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>strings</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>His Nibs</category><title>To My Boyfriends</title><atom:summary type='text'>I love you all. You know that, because I tell you all the time.

Buddy Holly, you were my first boyfriend. Coincidentally, you were also my first dead boyfriend. You know what? I'm not going to harp on little imperfections like not having a pulse.

What can I say to you, Johnny Depp? Oh! A little lower, please.

Gary Oldman, I never wanted to have to do this, but...it's just not working out. I </atom:summary><link>http://www.cenobyte.ca/words/2010/03/to-my-boyfriends.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cenobyte)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303009603997135534.post-3977990654511905098</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Feb 2010 18:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-27T15:15:06.410-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>fugly</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>advice</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>style</category><title>Old often means better (+PSA)</title><atom:summary type='text'>For instance, when oiling your hardwood floors, it is *much* better (and faster, actually) to just get down on your hands and knees and do it yourself by hand, rather than trying to use fancy "time and energy saving" products and machines. And mineral oil is still best. If you could change a woman's hair from grey to brilliant shining blonde with natural streaks just by rubbing some mineral oil </atom:summary><link>http://www.cenobyte.ca/words/2010/02/old-often-means-better-psa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cenobyte)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303009603997135534.post-9108611056686144671</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Feb 2010 21:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-24T21:11:08.383-06:00</atom:updated><title>Doubleyou tee Eff</title><atom:summary type='text'>There's a post I made about spandex and tube tops that's in the February archives, but it doesn't appear on the main page.

Blogger, you have frustrated me for the (very possibly close to the) LAST TIME!

**UPDATE**

Right. THAT was incredibly stupid.
But.
You say, 'she broken', I say 'I fixy her'.</atom:summary><link>http://www.cenobyte.ca/words/2010/02/doubleyou-tee-eff.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cenobyte)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303009603997135534.post-2290269492040186689</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Feb 2010 17:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-24T15:01:06.762-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Mr. Dressup</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>advice</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>style</category><title>Style Advice</title><atom:summary type='text'>Ladies, let's sit and have a little chat, shall we?

Some of you need an intervention. Some of you needed an intervention when you were still under the age of ten. I'm sure some of you won't pay attention to this intervention, but really, trust me: it's for your own good, and for the good of the whole world.

Bodies come in many shapes and sizes. As long as you are *healthy*, it doesn't really </atom:summary><link>http://www.cenobyte.ca/words/2010/02/style-1_24.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cenobyte)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303009603997135534.post-6944714497400367061</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Feb 2010 03:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-23T21:51:09.951-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>piss in your eye</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>vacation</category><title>Stuck in the Middle Again ...again...</title><atom:summary type='text'>So then there was the 45 minute wait *just to check in*.

Wherein the hotel peoples did a bunch of stuff so idiotic it makes my eyeballs scratchy just thinking about. There was the 'I need a credit card number on file for any incidental charges' which was bloody ridiculous, and then the whole "I don't care WHAT the airline told you - you can't use those food vouchers for room service..." And me </atom:summary><link>http://www.cenobyte.ca/words/2010/02/stuck-in-middle-again-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cenobyte)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303009603997135534.post-832087772761977709</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Feb 2010 16:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-21T10:05:01.391-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>piss in your eye</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>vacation</category><title>Stuck in the Middle Again</title><atom:summary type='text'>Well, apparently the post-by-phone option I tried whilst stuck in the Phoenix airport for three and a half EXTRA hours yesterday (never mind the three hours early that one has to be because some kook likes C4 enemas) did not work. 

It featured some photos of our incredibly patient children, postulating that perhaps the reason our airplane was delayed (mysteriously, I might add) by three and a </atom:summary><link>http://www.cenobyte.ca/words/2010/02/stuck-in-middle-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cenobyte)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303009603997135534.post-2422551117556023184</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Feb 2010 02:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-19T20:16:31.241-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pictures</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>His Nibs</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>More Chins Than A Chinese Phone Book</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Christmas</category><title>Why I Love My Inlaws</title><atom:summary type='text'>We were looking at photos as we burned them to disc for the in-laws. This is something we do once or twice a year, because we are nerds. And by 'we', I mean "me". This photo, taken, as you can see, on ExMass morning, shows His Nibs, at approximately fifteen years of age, being ...erm... well, I'm not sure what's happening with the hag on his left, but this is how my mother-in-law summed up the </atom:summary><link>http://www.cenobyte.ca/words/2010/02/why-i-love-my-inlaws.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cenobyte)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303009603997135534.post-1061826496120711473</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Feb 2010 03:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-18T21:31:25.323-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Yankees</category><title>Another Thing I Learned</title><atom:summary type='text'>Yankees talk about two things:
1) Restaurants
2) Food

Check that.
*Retired* Yankees talk about either Restaurants or Food.

Every single person I've eavesdropped on (and there have been many, many, ma-hany opportunities for me to eavesdrop - at the gym in the morning, at the pool in the morning, um....in the yard...er...on the teevee....) has asked or commented : "You know where's a good place </atom:summary><link>http://www.cenobyte.ca/words/2010/02/another-thing-i-learned.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cenobyte)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303009603997135534.post-2420459966753612570</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Feb 2010 00:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-15T18:37:15.451-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>bodies</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>ample chest</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>vacation</category><title>Everything Old is New Again</title><atom:summary type='text'>Nobody at the RENAISSANCE FAIRE told me I'm too fat to ride a horse.

In fact, on the PIRATE SHIP RIDE, my VAST AMOUNT OF GIRL POWER (and upper body strength) made our pirate ship go WAY HIGHER than the guy next to us's pirate ship. I kept looking over at the dad in the next ship over, and saying: "DUDE! YOU'RE GETTING BEATEN BY A **GIRL**!!!", and his son, who was Lord High Dink of Dinkus </atom:summary><link>http://www.cenobyte.ca/words/2010/02/everything-old-is-new-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cenobyte)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303009603997135534.post-4926336332200624833</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-13T18:00:41.975-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>piss in your eye</category><title>Gold Mine!</title><atom:summary type='text'>You don't want to read about our travelling and vacationing. I know this 'for a fact' (as The Nipper would say). So I'm only going to tell you about the things that ...stick out...

Today we went to a gold mine/ghost town/tourist cash sink. They had train rides and carriage rides and a main-street shootout and trail rides. While the Family was off scouting how much train rides were and when they </atom:summary><link>http://www.cenobyte.ca/words/2010/02/gold-mine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cenobyte)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303009603997135534.post-4485871474138549319</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Feb 2010 04:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-11T23:00:41.296-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>grammar</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>education</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>darkness</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>just wrong</category><title>Why you should never, ever use the word "Myself" the way you think it's okay to use it. Because it's not. Okay to use it that way. Trust me.</title><atom:summary type='text'>"Myself" is a bit like a dildo.


WHOA,  CENOBYTE!!! THAT'S TOTALLY TMI!!!


No,  seriously. Stay with me here. I'm'a get back to that.

As  I pointed out to Viper Pilot in one of the comments down there, formal  English (Smarty Pants, we'll save the 'but that's how people talk'  discussion for later, because you know my opinion on doing things a)  simply because everyone else is doing them, and </atom:summary><link>http://www.cenobyte.ca/words/2010/02/why-you-should-never-ever-use-word.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cenobyte)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303009603997135534.post-4045846761888437722</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 19:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-09T13:17:16.175-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>grammar</category><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>Because TUO brought it up:

Lay or Lie?   
Lay means "to place something down."  It is something you do to something else.  It is a transitive verb. 
Incorrect: Lie the book on the table.  Correct: Lay the book on the table. 
(It is being done to something else.) Lie means "to recline" or "be placed."  It does not act on anything or anyone else.  It is an intransitive verb. 
Incorrect: Lay down </atom:summary><link>http://www.cenobyte.ca/words/2010/02/because-tuo-brought-it-up-lay-or-lie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cenobyte)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303009603997135534.post-8031982445142847030</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2010 22:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-10T12:58:00.575-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>spelling</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>grammar</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Bad Mojo</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>rants</category><title>Something is the something of the someone.</title><atom:summary type='text'>Karl Marx is the author of a very famous quote. More the the point, many people know a small portion of the quote. The part you'll remember is: "Religion is the opium of the people". Some folks use this as an argument against organised religion, when what Marx was trying to say with that teeny tiny passage from a much, much larger idea has more to do with economic and political stresses. Marx was</atom:summary><link>http://www.cenobyte.ca/words/2010/02/something-is-something-of-someone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cenobyte)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303009603997135534.post-2143166561382288762</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2010 03:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-06T21:17:50.205-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>rants</category><title>It's a MARCH, people. A MARCH.</title><atom:summary type='text'>Our national anthem. "O Canada", in case you'd forgotten. It's supposed to be a MARCH. That means cut time (or, for the un-musically trained, one-half of common time, otherwise known as four-four time). NOBODY does it right. They're all, "Oh, Canada. It's a freakin' DIRGE, man. A DIRGE. It's like, a funeral song for all those dead British white guys."

Except for this one guy who just sang it. </atom:summary><link>http://www.cenobyte.ca/words/2010/02/its-march-people-march.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cenobyte)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303009603997135534.post-5506899318662612132</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Feb 2010 06:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-06T00:40:08.955-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>dreams</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>The Sandwich</category><title>And by "Last Night", really, I mean "Night Before Last"</title><atom:summary type='text'>Because now that it's officially Saturday, last night is actually Friday night, and I really mean Thursday night.

Anyway, you know how I have really vivid dreams? And you know how I often remember my dreams? And you know how sometimes when I tell you about my dreams, you don't know if they're real stories or not?

Last night (and remember, I mean THURSDAY night) I dreamt, in vivid detail, about.</atom:summary><link>http://www.cenobyte.ca/words/2010/02/and-by-last-night-really-i-mean-night.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cenobyte)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303009603997135534.post-8136654093627952682</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Feb 2010 02:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-03T20:47:29.249-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>farm</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Da</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>breaks my heart</category><title>Legacy</title><atom:summary type='text'>My father's had a number of offers on his land. Some of them, he says, have been made by folks with pretty deep pockets.

My father is in his early sixties. He's talked about retirement on and off for a couple of years.

Once, when I asked my mother why Da didn't just quit farming and come home to teach, she sighed and said, "because there's something about the land that won't let him go. And he </atom:summary><link>http://www.cenobyte.ca/words/2010/02/legacy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cenobyte)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303009603997135534.post-7300467054595112020</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Feb 2010 17:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-02T11:58:22.168-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Bad Mojo</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>exercise</category><title>What else is left?</title><atom:summary type='text'>You know what's screwed up? What's screwed up is when you decide that enough is enough, it's time to DO something with yourself, and you start working out every morning, and your body starts doing effed up things. That's screwy. 

And by 'effed up things', I mean gaining a pound a day. 

One may have discussed this very thing with Neo and with SWC, but none of what they have said is a) news, or b</atom:summary><link>http://www.cenobyte.ca/words/2010/02/what-else-is-left.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cenobyte)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303009603997135534.post-6369726458637698600</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Jan 2010 23:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-29T17:49:46.182-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>rants</category><title>Some things are better left unsaid</title><atom:summary type='text'>However, I'm going to say them. 

This summer, I let a lady do an "Angel Card" reading for me. 

First, let's just assume that you know, and that I know, I have a tendency at times to be a bit of a fruitcake. 

Second, whatever your thoughts on the accuracy of tarot, I Ching, scrying, automatic writing, dream travel, and/or organised religion, let me just say that I do try (at times) to be </atom:summary><link>http://www.cenobyte.ca/words/2010/01/some-things-are-better-left-unsaid.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cenobyte)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303009603997135534.post-8283983847907513966</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jan 2010 19:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-25T13:07:50.542-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>prorogue</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Canadian politics</category><title>And another thing.</title><atom:summary type='text'>So everyone's up in arms about our Prime Minister proroguing government three times in two years. Folks're saying it's anti-democratic (it isn't; it's a function of parliamentary democracy). They're saying it's fascist (it's not. There's nothing radical about Stephen Harper, and although he does try *very* hard to be authoritarian (it's kind of cute, sometimes) and to try to capitulate to </atom:summary><link>http://www.cenobyte.ca/words/2010/01/and-another-thing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cenobyte)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303009603997135534.post-3645651971752916582</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jan 2010 16:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-25T10:22:06.938-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Bad Mojo</category><title>A Series of Unfortunate Events</title><atom:summary type='text'>With all due kudos to Lemony Snicket...some people say "bad things come in threes". 

My grandmother used to say, "That's Bee Ess. Bad things drop down on your head out of trees. That's what people OUGHT to say."

*I* say, all you need to do to Wreck a Day is do something really bloody stupid, then insist on continuing to do something really bloody stupid, then break my french press. Then do </atom:summary><link>http://www.cenobyte.ca/words/2010/01/series-of-unfortunate-events.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cenobyte)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303009603997135534.post-5279070527080339541</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Jan 2010 18:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-22T13:01:03.662-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>dreams</category><title>Sweet Dreams are Made of This...</title><atom:summary type='text'>Sometimes, dreams are dreams. Usually they mean something. Often, they mean something quite powerful - if not about the Universe Around You, then certainly about the Universe Within You. 

You know by now that my dreams are always extremely vivid, and are very often incredibly brilliant. Just like me*. Last night, I dreamt I was sitting on the Blue Couch, in my "nest" (the corner of the couch I </atom:summary><link>http://www.cenobyte.ca/words/2010/01/sweet-dreams-are-made-of-this.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cenobyte)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303009603997135534.post-5737549511420243211</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Jan 2010 17:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-20T11:22:12.770-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>piss in your eye</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Bad Mojo</category><title>When the boat rocks, even though you're sitting nicely in it and are not attempting to capsize it at all, no matter how much you like swimming...</title><atom:summary type='text'>Here's a big shout out to all the astrologers and psychics out there: HEY! WHAT'S GOING ON!!??



No, seriously. Really. Is it me? It's the whole universe, isn't it? I'm pretty sure that's what it is. It's like all the passive aggressive mojo in the universe is focussed directly on *my* mojo, and, frankly, that's upsetting my mojo. My mojo is not pleased. And it's a Bad Idea to make my mojo angry</atom:summary><link>http://www.cenobyte.ca/words/2010/01/when-boat-rocks-even-though-youre.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cenobyte)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303009603997135534.post-191180811727452233</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2010 19:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-17T13:12:58.827-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>World Trade Centre</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>crossing the line</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>SoPPNMOTT</category><title>The truth is...</title><atom:summary type='text'>The American homeland security folks (National Bouncers, if you will) are a mite testy (and understandably so) after the schmo with the exploding underpants failed to keep his drawers dry enough to *use* his Go-Go-Gadget-Gotch. There are increased screenings, reductions in permissable carry-on items (books are no longer banned from flights, apparently), and mandatory pat-downs for anyone who may </atom:summary><link>http://www.cenobyte.ca/words/2010/01/truth-is.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cenobyte)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item></channel></rss>