<?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-5539778</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:19:16.047-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RoFo's Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>...the musings of a casual participant in reality.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>230</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-116845059537515954</id><published>2006-05-11T03:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T12:36:35.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrappin' up in Edinburgh</title><summary type='text'>So after getting my kilt and related accessories, I got all dressed up and went for a walk.  I was going to meet up with a tour guide who gives… well, haunted tours.  I was going to gather up some ticket info and such, and I must say I felt kind of scared in the kilt.  When people walked along the sidewalks towards me, I’d cross the street and duck in behind cars.  I didn’t know how much of a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/116845059537515954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/116845059537515954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#116845059537515954' title='Wrappin&apos; up in Edinburgh'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-116844942063239022</id><published>2006-05-10T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T12:38:09.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cha-ching...</title><summary type='text'>Expensively is how it plays out.  I got the whole thing.We also couldn’t help but buy up a few other souvenirs as the streets here are lined with some really cool shops with swords and the like.  We didn’t have room to bring back a sword, and besides there’s BOUND to be some problems with Customs officials at that point, but we snagged up some sword-like letter openers.  Iza also picked up a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/116844942063239022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/116844942063239022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#116844942063239022' title='Cha-ching...'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-116844864684093186</id><published>2006-05-10T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T12:04:06.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Window Shopping in Edinburgh</title><summary type='text'>Edinburgh is really nice, clean and medieval.  I’m looking at picking up a kilt, and what started as a kilt mission has resulted in me looking to get socks, a belt, a sporran and pin too.  We've managed to talk a local vendor, a Polish girl named Monika, down to £60 for the whole thing.  Iza's looking at getting some lambwool scarves too, so  maybe we'll be able to work out a sweeter deal yet.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/116844864684093186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/116844864684093186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#116844864684093186' title='Window Shopping in Edinburgh'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-116173267426770938</id><published>2006-05-10T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T19:31:14.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coolest Hostel Evar.</title><summary type='text'>So Iza's ordering a small pitcher of Mai Tai for £6.95, minus a 10% discount because we're staying at this wicked hostel in Edinburgh.  The place is fantastic, and the location is unfuckingreal.  It's right in the middle of a bunch of great stuff, and the architecture we can see from our hostel window is breath taking.  I get the feeling that we'll be having a private room as no one else has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/116173267426770938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/116173267426770938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#116173267426770938' title='Coolest Hostel Evar.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-116173223536298352</id><published>2006-05-09T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T19:23:55.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scotland!</title><summary type='text'>Just got off the plane and I’m walking on Scottish tarmac.  These smaller airports are kinda cool, you get to walk down the stairs and around the aircraft, hear all the noise and stuff.  Not like Pearson, or any other major airport, with those well insulated bridges that get you to the door of the airplane in boring ol' silence and tranquility.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/116173223536298352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/116173223536298352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#116173223536298352' title='Scotland!'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-116173158286786295</id><published>2006-05-09T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T19:14:22.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Ireland.</title><summary type='text'>Leaving Ireland for Edinburgh... I've got a few regrets.  First off, we rushed the Guinness brewery.  See, when we bought our tickets we knew we were pressed for time.  We figured that we would hit the 7th floor bar and have a couple pints, blaze through the rest, and rush off to the airport.  We knew we were in trouble as we posed for pictures, but I mean how can you be in Dublin and not hit up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/116173158286786295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/116173158286786295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#116173158286786295' title='Farewell Ireland.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-115481018928214495</id><published>2006-05-09T13:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T16:36:29.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrived in Dublin, Ireland.</title><summary type='text'>We commuted into Dublin without major incident.  We parked at a transit station and are walking to the Guinness brewery.  The home of Guinness!  Whoo!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/115481018928214495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/115481018928214495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#115481018928214495' title='Arrived in Dublin, Ireland.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-114978008264300376</id><published>2006-05-09T10:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T11:08:32.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck Of The Irish</title><summary type='text'>09/05/06 10:11We're leaving Oretto, our cute little bed and breakfast in Athlone where Mary Murray took us into her home and treated us like we were her own little Irish children.  Before heading off on this leg of our trip, we fired off an email to a hostel we found in an Irish hostel listing published in 2006 to reserve two beds for the night.  We told them we'd be coming in a bit late in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/114978008264300376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/114978008264300376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114978008264300376' title='Luck Of The Irish'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-114799503348454837</id><published>2006-05-07T17:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T19:30:54.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving in Ireland... Driving me NUTS</title><summary type='text'>This one's a long one, I'm sorry.Sinking cars is AWESOME FUN!!  While driving around Ireland's stupid roadway through Dingle Peninsula, stupid only because the signs aren't very clear in how they're directing you, and speed limits... you know, we'll get back to that in a sec... I've got a rant to share.  Aaaanyway, while driving around following a taxi, Iza and I needed to pee and I followed the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/114799503348454837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/114799503348454837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114799503348454837' title='Driving in Ireland... Driving me NUTS'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-114799473240200880</id><published>2006-05-07T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T19:25:32.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Damned Sheep!</title><summary type='text'>Ireland's pretty.  Sleeping in a rental car isn't.  The roads here are a driver's wet dream; they're narrow, ridiculously twisty, puddles of water pool up everywhere... and the scenery's stunningly beautiful.  Just be careful if you want to wander off to take a picture of road-side sheep, as a car might zip by and send one of these puddles 20 feet at you soaking you to the skin and getting into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/114799473240200880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/114799473240200880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114799473240200880' title='Those Damned Sheep!'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-114799451026789249</id><published>2006-05-06T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T19:21:50.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My God.  Almost Literally.</title><summary type='text'>06/05/06 12:34The Liverpool Cathedral is massive on a scale that makes open mockery of the concept of something being "obscenely massive".  Just one of the wings or side altars would make a pretty good church, this place is easily a dozen good churches mashed into one.  It's awe-inspiring enough to make it an actual effort to not take up religion just to be able to say that I am somehow a part of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/114799451026789249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/114799451026789249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114799451026789249' title='Oh My God.  Almost Literally.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-114799402369628936</id><published>2006-05-06T01:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T19:20:11.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Liverpool And The Spice Girls</title><summary type='text'>We zipped off to Liverpool, our intended cheap hostel was out of room and so we ended up calling some £32 place home tonight.  We have a large American as a roomie.  Seems the Gentle Giant type.  I think he might be a wrestler.  Apparently knows some Canadian wrestler from the east coast who actually says "aboot".Crawled around Liverpool, hit up a couple of clubs... Wondered how these people, ALL</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/114799402369628936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/114799402369628936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114799402369628936' title='Liverpool And The Spice Girls'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-114799369402187138</id><published>2006-05-05T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T19:08:14.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Euro-Trash</title><summary type='text'>Changed time zones now to the You-Dot-Kay-Dot 05/05/06 7:16, new time 12:16Okay, Manchester is super pretty and clean, but I can't figure how since it took me forever to find a trash can.  Nowhere in the train station, bus areas... Finally took a (free!!) bus (are you listening TTC?) to Piccadilly Gardens and found a garbage can.  ...then had my picture taken with it.  Well I mean, when you've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/114799369402187138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/114799369402187138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114799369402187138' title='Euro-Trash'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-114799267174571855</id><published>2006-05-05T04:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T19:01:54.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Dead Yet!</title><summary type='text'>Touched down and bumping along the runways... First leg done, no casualties.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/114799267174571855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/114799267174571855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114799267174571855' title='Not Dead Yet!'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-114799254219978885</id><published>2006-05-05T03:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T19:01:05.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The View From Above</title><summary type='text'>So we just a half hour ago saw Ireland, and are coming in to Manchester... Countryside is so pretty...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/114799254219978885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/114799254219978885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114799254219978885' title='The View From Above'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-114799235437967011</id><published>2006-05-04T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T19:00:22.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In-Flight Movie</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so the other movie's Last Holiday.  The first movie's just got going, much to my dismay.  I've just consumed my allotted 14g bag of crunchy sesame blobs which were incredibly salty and good.  Just a shame I'm not high; that would have totally hit the spot.My cup of apple juice is nearly gone... Yes, apples bled for my juice even though orange juice was available.  Stunned?  Wow, Art didn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/114799235437967011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/114799235437967011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114799235437967011' title='In-Flight Movie'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-114799200705753624</id><published>2006-05-04T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T18:53:42.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leeeaving ooon a jet-plane...</title><summary type='text'>Iza and I just marvelled at the lava-like lighting of Mississauga and east out towards the downtown core as we flew south of the lake shore.  My first major disappointment of the trip was the announcement of the in-flight movies... Big Momma's House 2, and some other flick featuring Queen Latifa.  ...if I haven't been restrained by the flight crew before the other movie starts I'll fill in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/114799200705753624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/114799200705753624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114799200705753624' title='Leeeaving ooon a jet-plane...'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-114799216029793557</id><published>2006-05-04T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T19:02:36.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Euro Blogging!</title><summary type='text'>Hey guys.  Connectivity has been sketchy through Europe, and actually being able to transfer my blog to the online world has been sketchier still.  So, expect blogs in spurts.Cheers!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/114799216029793557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/114799216029793557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114799216029793557' title='Euro Blogging!'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-114279317759138625</id><published>2006-03-19T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T13:56:36.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need new friends.</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, so it turns out that some of my closest friends conspired against me.  Click the link, go on, there's evidence posted there.  Seems like I've got a group of friends full of lies and deceit, people who in some cases misled me for WEEKS.  One Greek motherfucker even appeared to have forgotten about it being my birthday, indeed St. Patrick's Day itself slipped by unnoticed... an odd thing to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/114279317759138625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/114279317759138625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114279317759138625' title='I need new friends.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-113539054138931106</id><published>2005-12-23T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T21:33:00.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Seasonal Quickie...</title><summary type='text'>Hey guys.  Sorry I've been slow in posting lately, I've been really busy and haven't even spent much time at home at all where I wasn't sleeping, showering, or eating.I've got two blog posts sorta typed up, one of them mostly about an organ... and another about the police and what they were doing, and why their timing was bad.  Or good.  Depending.  That post also sums up why I love Canada.Anyway</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/113539054138931106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/113539054138931106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113539054138931106' title='A Seasonal Quickie...'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-113463626323622083</id><published>2005-12-15T03:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T04:15:20.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insane Clown Posse</title><summary type='text'>I invite you all to visit the Myspace.com site for the band Insane Clown Posse.  Give it a good read-through... and don't ask how I got involved.I trust they backed up the original text....ArtEDIT: I removed the link to the site.  I thought: Maybe sending traffic to their site from the blog of the guy who hacked it all to hell... not such a good idea.  Feel free to email me personally for more if</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/113463626323622083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/113463626323622083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113463626323622083' title='Insane Clown Posse'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-113270561994150830</id><published>2005-11-22T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T19:26:59.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kermie update</title><summary type='text'>Kermie's 9.Later, all!...Art</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/113270561994150830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/113270561994150830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113270561994150830' title='Kermie update'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-113236250338625430</id><published>2005-11-18T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T20:08:23.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Shorty, it's your birthday...</title><summary type='text'>Join me in wishing our little green buddy Kermie a happy birthday.I should get a new picture of Kermie, but I mean... his kind hasn't changed in millions of years, and true to that, Kermie hasn't changed since that picture was taken either.I need to check in with Christina to sort out just which year we're celebrating now; I'll post an update when I find out.Happy birthday Kermie... I hope </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/113236250338625430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/113236250338625430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113236250338625430' title='Hey Shorty, it&apos;s your birthday...'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-113135656520748551</id><published>2005-11-07T04:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T00:48:48.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Move, bitch...</title><summary type='text'>So I got home this morning at around 1:30am only to find some fucking rusty piece-of-shit Toyota Tercel is parked in my spot....yeah, most of you know where this is going...Coat hanger in hand, I tried opening the doors.  I'll give Toyota this much; it's not easy to open those damned things.  After messing around for a while with the driver's door, I moved on to the passengers.  Then one of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/113135656520748551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/113135656520748551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113135656520748551' title='Move, bitch...'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-113080173442411212</id><published>2005-10-31T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T19:36:51.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hallowe'en!</title><summary type='text'>So yeah, it's tricks and treats day.  Kinda makes me wish I was a kid again, wandering the streets, skirting past rapists and molesters, scoring rewards of chips and chocolate...  good times.I think I'm going to go out tonight anyway, not as a trick or treater, but as one of those guys who lurks in the shadows and watches the children as they roam about.  Not touching myself inappropriately or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/113080173442411212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/113080173442411212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113080173442411212' title='Happy Hallowe&apos;en!'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-112955966211401098</id><published>2005-10-17T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T10:34:22.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Kiloday!</title><summary type='text'>So yeah, on Saturaday the 15th, at 7pm, Iza and I celebrated our one kiloday anniversary.1000 days ago Iza and I had our first date.  Before you go thinkin' about how strange we are, let me just point out that the only reason we knew when we would have our kiloday was that I put in the date and time of our first date into my cellphone, a half dozen cellphones ago.  When my mom needed a phone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/112955966211401098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/112955966211401098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112955966211401098' title='Happy Kiloday!'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-112717655758274948</id><published>2005-09-19T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T20:35:57.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ennnh.</title><summary type='text'>So things are going along well enough at the new place.  Yeah, that's about all I've got to say about that.Today I went shopping for some random clothing.  I figured, hell, I can't find much of my clothes and they're probably buried in my parents' garage in Oakville or something, so what the heck.  I need some new threads anyway.Turns out a 34x34 pant doesn't fit me anymore.  I'm now a 36x34.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/112717655758274948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/112717655758274948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112717655758274948' title='Ennnh.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-112630125460735009</id><published>2005-09-09T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T17:29:36.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Iza!</title><summary type='text'>Just a super-quick post from the new pad wishing Iza a happy 21st birthday.Yay, you can drink in the US!...Art</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/112630125460735009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/112630125460735009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112630125460735009' title='Happy Birthday, Iza!'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-112549528207619067</id><published>2005-08-31T08:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T09:34:42.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?!</title><summary type='text'>So last night as I'm driving home around midnight I watched a gas station roll its price from 97.9/L to 119.6/L.HOW THE FUCK DOES GAS JUMP ALMOST 22 CENTS OVER-NIGHT?  It's not like they just got a tanker truck of expensive gas either, it's the same shit they were selling for 90.9/L earlier this week!Fucking gas companies... I say it's time for an en masse gas-n-dash!  All you blog readers with a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/112549528207619067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/112549528207619067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112549528207619067' title='WTF?!'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-112510918959554694</id><published>2005-08-26T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T22:19:49.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie.</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, so there's a move coming over the next week.  Also, today was my last day at work.  Laid off.  This week's going to be insane.Wish me well.When I settle in and get back online, I'll be sure to post a whack of pictures I've been sitting on here.  Some strange shit's happened since that picture of Ellen all smashed up was posted, and I've got pictures of some of it.Anyway, take care all, hope</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/112510918959554694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/112510918959554694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112510918959554694' title='Quickie.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-112381037813402394</id><published>2005-08-11T20:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T21:32:58.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whooo!</title><summary type='text'>Okay, assuming the counter here works, this might just be my 200th blog post.  If that's the case, I'm not going to waste it on negative stuff.Teggy's all fixed up, four speakers replaced (I blew the remaining three), and it's all back together again and fun to drive.  I hope it stays that way for a while.So yeah.Shout out to all my peeps....Art...okay, this really fucking blows for a 200th post.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/112381037813402394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/112381037813402394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112381037813402394' title='Whooo!'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-112321565064858796</id><published>2005-08-05T00:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T20:58:11.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Integra Update</title><summary type='text'>So it's the clutch.  Seems like the synchronizing gears and other more expensive pieces are alright.Phew.So then, that leaves a few other issues...  The car really runs rough when the A/C is on and the car is idling.  Seems as though it's just bogging down.  When the air conditioning turns on in a car, it's supposed to increase the engine's idle speed a bit so it doesn't bog down.  My car didn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/112321565064858796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/112321565064858796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112321565064858796' title='Integra Update'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-112226949504894407</id><published>2005-07-25T01:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T01:31:35.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhm... Anyone have a spare tranny?</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, so my transmission's pooched.I was driving around Mississauga today when I noticed that the Integra was being a bit of a bitch to shift into different gears.  Then, two blocks away from home...Crunch.Nothing.  The clutch pedal felt funny and I could pull it out of gear into neutral, but then couldn't get it back into any gear.  I coasted to within a half block when gravity, wind resistance,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/112226949504894407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/112226949504894407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112226949504894407' title='Uhm... Anyone have a spare tranny?'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-112182253827033073</id><published>2005-07-19T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T21:22:18.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...h'okay.</title><summary type='text'>First off; "But I don't WANT to punch a hooker in the face!" -IzaSecondly, I might not be blogging for a while.  My folks have sold their place, which essentially leaves me looking for storage, a place to live, a place to park a phone line, and a place to forward mail to while everything gets sorted out.  The kicker?  It's a September 1st closing date....I took longer than that to find a fucking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/112182253827033073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/112182253827033073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112182253827033073' title='...h&apos;okay.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-112142710441951059</id><published>2005-07-15T07:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T07:31:44.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Integra.</title><summary type='text'>Well, the "new" car is a bit too riced-out for my own liking, but... it fucking runs and I'm glad to be done with the car search.Here's the problem though... I don't know what to call it.  The Acura EL was named Ellen, and now I open it up to you blog-readers.The car is an Acura Integra.  And now I ask you loyal Blog-heads to submit your name suggestions.Chatterbox is okay, though I think I'd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/112142710441951059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/112142710441951059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112142710441951059' title='The Integra.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-112131642428327784</id><published>2005-07-14T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T00:47:04.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait, still more.</title><summary type='text'>So I went to make an outgoing call on my cell and get routed to Bell Mobility's Accounts Receivable department.  A message then tells me, IN FUCKING FRENCH FIRST NO LESS, that the department's now closed.  Well, no shit.  So I can't make outgoing calls at all now.  I can still get incoming ones though, which is odd.I'm SO going to rip into someone tomorrow morning, which probably means I'll be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/112131642428327784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/112131642428327784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112131642428327784' title='Wait, still more.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-112129154335139017</id><published>2005-07-13T17:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T18:21:32.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah.  There's more.</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was pretty shitty.I went to go see the results of the bodywork done to the Integra, and let's put it this way: The guy knew how I felt the moment I saw it and asked me if I wanted my deposit back.I asked him to send it back to get two more spots done, but really, it's shitty work.  The actual bodywork, the rebuilding of the skin, isn't terrible.  But it's clearly not quality work.  Not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/112129154335139017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/112129154335139017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112129154335139017' title='Yeah.  There&apos;s more.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-112088456174499983</id><published>2005-07-09T00:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T00:49:21.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The light at the end of the tunnel.</title><summary type='text'>Okay.It's coming to an end.Today I put a deposit on a shitbox.So.  It's a conditional sale of course, 'cuz really, how else would I have it?  Got to complicate issues, right?  Anyway, assuming that I'm happy with the results of some minor repairs and body work which should be all wrapped up by Tuesday or so, I'm the owner of a '93 Integra.  Sort of a charcoal grey four-door.I really took it for a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/112088456174499983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/112088456174499983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112088456174499983' title='The light at the end of the tunnel.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-112022985446001540</id><published>2005-07-01T10:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T10:57:34.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Canada Day</title><summary type='text'>Title pretty much says it all.  Hope you guys enjoy the long weekend; I'll be babysitting Iza's dog Lucky as she's gone camping with The Girls at Sandbanks, her parents went up to my parents' cottage, and her sister's gone camping with her "ex-boyfriend" because she's spineless and insane.I had nothing else going on, so I volunteered to hang with my buddy Lucky.Cheerio....Art</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/112022985446001540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/112022985446001540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112022985446001540' title='Happy Canada Day'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-112009127842794512</id><published>2005-06-29T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T20:27:58.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC, BITCHES!</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, so it's not the NYC post.  Not exactly.Iza a while ago mentioned that I should just post whatever I've done for that entry, but I didn't really have much to share.  Didn't really have time to finish it.  But then, today, I was looking at it sitting there on my desktop and decided, fuck it, I'm not going to let that typing go to waste.  So, I'm posting the start of my NYC blog, and maybe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/112009127842794512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/112009127842794512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112009127842794512' title='NYC, BITCHES!'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-111957433093390193</id><published>2005-06-23T20:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T20:52:10.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Car hunt...</title><summary type='text'>Monday night until 1:30am saw me online pouring through used car ads and sifting through used car dealership inventories adding cars to my scrapbook on trader.ca.  The scrapbook allows you to keep ads of interest to you on a seperate list for easier viewing later.  At 5am, unable to sleep, I resumed my sifting.  By 7am or so, I was good to go.  I'd leave around 9:30 or 10am, as there's no sense </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/111957433093390193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/111957433093390193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111957433093390193' title='Car hunt...'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-111837189604879011</id><published>2005-06-09T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T22:58:24.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Used Car Shopping.</title><summary type='text'>Admittedly, I got on a bit of a rant here in this post.  While I'd like to think people will actually read this, I'd like to say that even if you don't read through the whole post, please do scroll down to the end and click on the links.  But don't just skip down there now.  Scroll down and click if you're about to give up on my post.  So then.  On with the entry:Okay, god, I hate used car </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/111837189604879011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/111837189604879011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111837189604879011' title='Used Car Shopping.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-111719107650184897</id><published>2005-05-27T06:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T06:51:16.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellen... R.I.P.</title><summary type='text'>I'm sad to say that my insurance company called me yesterday afternoon to tell me that Ellen has passed away.This pretty much ushers in a new phase of suckage into my life.  For those of you keeping track, my Treo is dead and the charger is still missing so I'm using a barely useful backup cell, I'm going to have no place to live shortly as there's been an offer on the home I'm living in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/111719107650184897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/111719107650184897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111719107650184897' title='Ellen... R.I.P.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-111698087299005910</id><published>2005-05-24T20:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T20:27:52.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it go, it's over.</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so I'm watching Power Shift on Much Music.  Not really something I tuned into, it was just on TV.  The Backstreet Boys were on in 9th place.hy...Wait a fucking second, THE BACKSTREET BOYS ARE CHARTING?!?  They have a new album?  Iza informs me that yes indeed, they've got a new album.  And it gets worse, she says.  Apparently the Spice Girls are getting together too.Why?  Jesus, have we as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/111698087299005910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/111698087299005910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111698087299005910' title='Let it go, it&apos;s over.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-111663850905322653</id><published>2005-05-20T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T21:21:49.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellen...</title><summary type='text'>By now you've all pretty much heard that Ellen was crashed into some Accord last weekend.  The resulting week has been pretty much ass, and can I just say I'm not especially fond of the rental I got?  Nissan Sentra's one boring car with a stereo that sounds much like I'm listening to a CD on the other end of a telephone.I dunno if Ellen'll be written off or if the insurance company will fix it, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/111663850905322653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/111663850905322653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111663850905322653' title='Ellen...'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-111585599034223236</id><published>2005-05-11T19:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T19:59:50.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoroughly rocked and rolled.</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, so Iza and I got to the Nine Inch Nails show, scanned our Ebay-bought tickets... and they worked!  A sigh of relief... see, I was thinking, really, what's to stop someone from getting these Print Your Tickets Yourself deals off the internet and selling copies of those tickets on Ebay?  Anyway, ours were legit, or we were at least the first ones to try those barcodes.  Whatever, we were in, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/111585599034223236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/111585599034223236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111585599034223236' title='Thoroughly rocked and rolled.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-111568912443935896</id><published>2005-05-09T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T21:38:44.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC's on hold... NIN's more pressing!</title><summary type='text'>So yeah.  Things have been stupid in my life lately.  I've started the NYC blog, though at this point I doubt anyone even cares anymore if I finish it or not.  Just wanted to say that right now... in Toronto... people are getting ready to watch Nine Inch Nails on stage.  They're due to hit the stage in a half hour or so.A show that I wanted to go see, but not so much... Both tonight's and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/111568912443935896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/111568912443935896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111568912443935896' title='NYC&apos;s on hold... NIN&apos;s more pressing!'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-111356620989831402</id><published>2005-04-15T07:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T07:56:49.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC...</title><summary type='text'>So I'm off to NYC today, I expect to come back some time on Monday.  Wish me luck, hopefully I'll be able to post something worth reading or looking at.Wish me luck!...Art</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/111356620989831402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/111356620989831402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111356620989831402' title='NYC...'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-111307223900370984</id><published>2005-04-09T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T14:43:59.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Po-lice, revisited.</title><summary type='text'>Hey all.I've been tired/ill the last little while so while I've HAD stuff to blog, I didn't 'cuz I was going to bed at 7pm or whatever.So.What's been going on with Art lately?  Well, would you believe I got pulled over by the cops again?  Oh yes.  They pulled me over.  This time I didn't get to drive off without talking to a cop.  And what a talk it was!See, I was on my way home after work and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/111307223900370984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/111307223900370984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111307223900370984' title='Po-lice, revisited.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-111239987882681902</id><published>2005-04-01T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T19:04:34.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool's</title><summary type='text'>Yeah.  So hi.  Happy April and such.This is a short one; I heard today that tomorrow we're supposed to be having a snow storm.  It's like... all warm and shit today.  I'm half expecting someone on the television to start slapping their knee and yelling: "Hahaha!  April Fool's!  There's no snow coming, it's really going to be 19C and sunny.  But we had you all going, didn't we?  Hahaha!"...Oh well</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/111239987882681902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/111239987882681902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111239987882681902' title='April Fool&apos;s'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-111218826751835300</id><published>2005-03-30T07:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T08:11:07.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Damned Po-lice...</title><summary type='text'>So on Monday, Easter Monday, I'm on my way to work.I'm late 'cuz I faxed something for Denfo, but whatever, it doesn't really matter 'cuz I normally drive this way.  I was heading up Winston Churchill when suddenly my lane was hitting the brakes.  I changed lanes to the left lane to go around those vehicles.... and that's when I noticed WHY people were hitting the brakes.There, in the middle of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/111218826751835300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/111218826751835300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111218826751835300' title='Damned Po-lice...'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-111155136160311966</id><published>2005-03-22T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T23:16:01.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackasses.</title><summary type='text'>Okay, first off, Lewis Black is my idol.  I'm a prick, a real jerk, but that guy... that guy makes me realize I could be SO MUCH MORE.  Great show, and I'm pretty sure everyone who came with enjoyed it thoroughly.  My attempts at recording the show however didn't go as well as hoped; the audience cheering was really really loud and so to keep that from clipping, Lewis ended up being really really</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/111155136160311966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/111155136160311966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111155136160311966' title='Jackasses.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-111127435021694647</id><published>2005-03-19T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T18:19:10.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.</title><summary type='text'>Okay, being 30 hasn't totally sucked ass yet.Today, on the day of my Lewis Black (MUDDERFUGGAHS!!) show, I find out that my girl snagged me tickets to the SOLD OUT Nine Inch Nails show (MUDDERFUGGAHS!!!).Like... holy shit.I wanna turn 30 EVERY week!So... I'm sure there'll be a Lewis Black update blog, and I'm going to make an attempt to record said event.  If I'm sucessful and you want a copy, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/111127435021694647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/111127435021694647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111127435021694647' title='Wow.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-111102263563739308</id><published>2005-03-16T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T20:23:55.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of Twenty-Somethingism.</title><summary type='text'>I hate birthdays.  I don't really like gathering people around and making them feel like they have to give me stuff.  The whole gift-exchange thing irks me.  I hate birthdays 'cuz they make me keenly aware of the fact that I'm getting markedly closer to my death.  I hate them even more when they're... significant.  This one, this one's significant.  The big Three-Oh.  30.  Sweet mother of crap.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/111102263563739308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/111102263563739308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111102263563739308' title='Last day of Twenty-Somethingism.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-111000165190353949</id><published>2005-03-05T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T00:47:31.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Jesus did it, why not a webcomic?</title><summary type='text'>So d+pad pulled a Jesus and came back to life to save us from a boring world.  Why not click on the link and give them a visit?Tell 'em RawEffect sent ya.In other news, PC restoration's being more of a bitch than I had hoped... maybe this week I'll get things back up and running.  One can only hope.I'm just briefly going to mention that TWO Nine Inch Nails shows in Toronto sold out in like 5 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/111000165190353949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/111000165190353949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111000165190353949' title='Hey, Jesus did it, why not a webcomic?'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-110929665049809502</id><published>2005-02-24T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T20:57:30.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm... Neglect.</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, I know I've been leaving you people hangin'.  Thought I'd take the time to explain things though.See, my dad managed to cripple my PC.  Restoring it should have been a simple matter, except that the last image taken was rather old, and somehow corrupt or something as Ghost keeps crashing while restoring my drive.  Adding to that, I picked up a Treo to replace my cell phone, and I've yet to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110929665049809502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110929665049809502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110929665049809502' title='Mmm... Neglect.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-110870241017258460</id><published>2005-02-17T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T23:53:30.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy mood swings...</title><summary type='text'>So I've gone from going to a funeral, to spending several days up north with my chick over the last week.  Funeral: bummer.  Cottage: r0x0r.A little bit about Tony, who passed away on Sunday the 6th.  I wrote up a whole blog about this on Tuesday, the day I found out he passed away, but because of a blogger.com glitch that post was lost.  Stupid technology.  Anyway, he was sort of my family's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110870241017258460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110870241017258460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110870241017258460' title='Holy mood swings...'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-110779317362744156</id><published>2005-02-07T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T11:19:33.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, seems everywhere I turn last little while something else is crumbling.I'm fed up and pukey feeling....Art</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110779317362744156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110779317362744156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110779317362744156' title='...'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-110750586234379394</id><published>2005-02-04T03:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T03:40:09.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobile Photos</title><summary type='text'>Well, my mobile picture banner's been added.  I'm still dinking around with the size of it though, different resolutions like a different number of pictures.  Seems like 8-10 is about right for my two most commonly reported resolutions.  If the picture banner looks really bad, please let me know.  Also, lemme know what resolution you're running.So there it is, enjoy.  Hovering your mouse over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110750586234379394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110750586234379394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110750586234379394' title='Mobile Photos'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-110746795182820749</id><published>2005-02-03T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T16:59:11.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I'm sitting in a lecture at OCAD.  I don't know why, really.  I never liked school when it was a subject I enjoyed, what in holy hell am I doing in a History of Graphic Design lecture?  That broad I'm dating and sitting next to HAD BETTER APPRECIATE THIS.  God my ass hurts.  At least us electronics students had nice lecture halls with plush theatre seating.  My back is starting to hurt now too</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110746795182820749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110746795182820749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110746795182820749' title=''/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-110737956523948901</id><published>2005-02-02T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T16:26:05.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well bugger you too.</title><summary type='text'>I've been getting a bunch of phone calls the last couple of months from some very random places in North America.  Some of them have come in via my cell phone's toll-free number, which kind of blows goats 'cuz not only do I get to talk to some wonderfully rude Americans, but I get the bill for it too.Today I received one such call from (646)312-0840.  I won't know until next month's toll-free </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110737956523948901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110737956523948901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110737956523948901' title='Well bugger you too.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-110732414002040698</id><published>2005-02-02T01:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T01:29:08.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some changes</title><summary type='text'>As you might have noticed if you'd bothered to pay attention, things look a little different around here.I've been messing around with my blog and hosting it off of blogspot.com for a while now as sort of a test run.  The new look is phase one, which will undergo some minor tweaking in the next couple of weeks.Also, hopefully in the next day or so, I'll move a banner over from my test blog to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110732414002040698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110732414002040698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110732414002040698' title='Some changes'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-110727318038950956</id><published>2005-02-01T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T10:53:00.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>February, eh?</title><summary type='text'>So I woke up this morning, and looked at my watch.  February 1st, it announced, much to my dismay.  January's dead and done with, and I've got shit-all to show for it.Another disappointing month on the books.Meh....Art</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110727318038950956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110727318038950956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110727318038950956' title='February, eh?'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-110710890866252034</id><published>2005-01-30T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T16:30:40.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just ate the MOST FANTASTICALLY SPICY egg and toast I have ever had, and probably one of the top three spicy things I have ever eaten in my life.  I should have known what was in store when my mom had to leave the kitchen while I was making it, complaining about respiratory tract irritation.  I too damaged my nostrils when I lifted the lid off the pan to check on its progress.  Fantastic.  IF </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110710890866252034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110710890866252034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110710890866252034' title=''/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-110695232235517843</id><published>2005-01-28T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T17:45:22.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><summary type='text'>Hey Joe.  Happy 28th birthday....now how's about YOU give US a gift and update your blog?All the best,...Art</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110695232235517843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110695232235517843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110695232235517843' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-110667207352713522</id><published>2005-01-25T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T11:54:33.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I have a bottle of Tetley  iced tea in my car.  It's ten below zero.  The bottle was in the car the whole night.  I'm driving now looking at the bottle wondering what they put in this shit as it's not only not frozen but not even slushy.  Really, the best tasting antifreeze I've ever had.  ...highschool was a strange time for me, don't ask.  ...Art</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110667207352713522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110667207352713522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110667207352713522' title=''/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-110653733609348286</id><published>2005-01-23T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T22:28:56.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BS entry for the sake of posting</title><summary type='text'>I have very little to say.It snowed a lot yesterday... I shoveled snow at -20, with winds to the north-west at 48km/h.  That's a lot of windchill.  I wore my one-piece snowboarding suit, goggles, gloves... I only had a t-shirt on under the suit but I was really toasty warm.  I can't imagine being homeless and out on the streets on nights like last night.That puffy snow got me thinking about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110653733609348286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110653733609348286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110653733609348286' title='BS entry for the sake of posting'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-110624145257525903</id><published>2005-01-20T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T14:22:23.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DEATH TO SPONGEBOB!! h0m0f4g!!!</title><summary type='text'>READ THIS ARTICLE!!...That's right, read carefully all of you, but especially Iza and her little clan of Spongeheads. I know you guys link over here from Iza's blog every once in a while. Spongebob's a h0m0f4g!! Put THAT in your nice little Christian Girls' Pipe and smoke it!So take your Spongebob panties, PJs, socks, pillows, cake figures, and whatever else you've got marked by The Beast and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110624145257525903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110624145257525903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110624145257525903' title='DEATH TO SPONGEBOB!! h0m0f4g!!!'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-110618545302338302</id><published>2005-01-19T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T20:44:13.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What the fuck?  Gordon's in Whitby closed January 3rd?  AM I NEVER TO HAVE A HALF LITRE OF WINTERBOCK AGAIN IN MY LIFE?  Sigh...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110618545302338302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110618545302338302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110618545302338302' title=''/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-110616698634385220</id><published>2005-01-19T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T15:45:39.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SIGNIFICANT NEWS UPDATE</title><summary type='text'>Headline got your attention?So I got home from what should have been a 45 minute round trip some three hours after leaving, and now I've got some news to share.The dealership wants $1000-ish to fix my car. Stuff that should have been under warranty, but now isn't so much. I'm going to have myself a good time with this one.Also, today's a special day. This evening will mark the second year </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110616698634385220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110616698634385220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110616698634385220' title='SIGNIFICANT NEWS UPDATE'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-110614751805417842</id><published>2005-01-19T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T10:11:58.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Nine Inch Nails album being released May 3rd.  While it should have been out two months ago, it's nice to have a firm release date.  Guess who's doing some shopping early May?  Wonder if that means the tour that should have kicked off early this year will be pushed back to the summer... Meh.  I should probably get back to this winter storm driving thing before I hit someone.  ...Art</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110614751805417842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110614751805417842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110614751805417842' title=''/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-110570530902184488</id><published>2005-01-14T07:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T07:21:49.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just had the strangest dream with William Shatner, a lunch party, a theatre production, a family of white and Middle Eastern kids who... steal cell phones and store them by throwing them into the lake... just off their dock.  Eventually I'm confronted, there's a stand off... the police got involved... I never did get my phone back though.  And just how did my sister know William anyway?  This </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110570530902184488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110570530902184488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110570530902184488' title=''/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-110546926352385009</id><published>2005-01-11T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T13:47:43.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Technolo-jesuschrist.</title><summary type='text'>So after over half a year of waiting for USR to update my router's firmware so it stops sucking, I've finally gotten them to request that head office give me money back. Apparently, I'm to hear back from them within a week or so about that. Meh. In the meantime, my refurbished Microsoft router which I picked up for all of $20 is, after its OWN firmware upgrade, burping along quite nicely. Sure, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110546926352385009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110546926352385009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110546926352385009' title='Technolo-jesuschrist.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-110536763577631103</id><published>2005-01-10T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T09:33:55.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I put some cash in the ATM this morning.  Only I'm out a couple hundred dollars.  Why?  I'm sleepy and fucked up that whole decimal point thing.  Being credited 1% of your actual deposit has a fun way of messing with you.  Especially worrisome when you've fed the money into a Hong Kong Bank of Canada ATM and you're a Citizens Bank client... We'll see how honest the banks are about this.  Yes, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110536763577631103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110536763577631103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110536763577631103' title=''/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-110456078027560952</id><published>2005-01-01T01:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T01:26:20.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm high and drunk. Happy New Year people!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110456078027560952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110456078027560952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110456078027560952' title=''/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-110369463793734077</id><published>2004-12-22T01:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T00:50:37.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Season's Greetings</title><summary type='text'>Yo, blog-bitches, Rofo in the hizzouse.Have a good holiday, yo, and all the best shit for the New Year....Rofo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110369463793734077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110369463793734077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110369463793734077' title='Season&apos;s Greetings'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-110323913444834151</id><published>2004-12-16T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T18:20:01.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh, Christmas time.</title><summary type='text'>So Iza took it upon herself to make a list for her blog of shit she loves about this season we all tragically find ourselves in.I felt it necessary to point out the flaws in her thinking....I hope I don't have to ask Santa for a new girlfriend for Christmas...- Huge snowflakes.Like the kind that pegged me in the eye last year and rendered me temporarily blind.  If I was relying on my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110323913444834151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110323913444834151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110323913444834151' title='Ugh, Christmas time.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-110230453741058800</id><published>2004-12-05T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T22:42:17.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another wasted Sunday night...</title><summary type='text'>Session Start: Fri Nov 05 22:25:28 2004[22:25] dendrie: canopies, canopies, canopies of lollipops![22:25] dendrie: mmmmmmm-mmmmmmmm[22:25] dendrie: rhymes with cotton![22:25] dendrie: good ol' le sabre[22:26] dendrie: gazoooks![22:26] RawEffect: I have this thing, it's like a wonderful boat a boat that makes milk from pavement[22:26] dendrie: and gods from used toilet paper - wowwy zowwy!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110230453741058800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110230453741058800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110230453741058800' title='Another wasted Sunday night...'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-110193430237741941</id><published>2004-12-01T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T15:51:42.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nine Inch Nails tour kicking off next spring, eh?  Any ideas who here will be there?  HERE'S A HINT... I'm the one typing this into his phone.  FUCKING RIGHT.  Can't wait.  ...Art</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110193430237741941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110193430237741941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110193430237741941' title=''/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-110139347305691656</id><published>2004-11-25T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T09:37:53.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unff, so sleepy</title><summary type='text'>So yeah.  The weather's been gloomy lately, and I've been feeling it.  I'm so sleepy, and generally run down...I gave my sister a ride home from work the night before last, and a ride to work yesterday morning... She ended late at night and started early again.  Also, they're 12 hour shifts, and she's got quite the commute on public transit both ways too.  I've never understood why if she's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110139347305691656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110139347305691656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110139347305691656' title='Unff, so sleepy'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-110114739290088686</id><published>2004-11-22T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T13:16:32.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, I'm a turd.</title><summary type='text'>It must be the pot.I was looking at my blog and realizing that no one's visiting or commenting... and while looking at the lack of comments, I re-read this chatterbox entry a couple of times:: Which reminds me... hey Rofo, remember Depeche Mod, the C64 BBS app? Heh I'm such a nerd.Heh, wait, yes.  It does sound familiar, as I'd stated in my reply there... but then it dawned on me.  DMBBS!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110114739290088686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110114739290088686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110114739290088686' title='Okay, I&apos;m a turd.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-110078930987836399</id><published>2004-11-18T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T09:48:29.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, today's a special day around here.  Today, November 18th, is Kermie's eight year anniversary with us.  Pretty much everyone who's met him will attest to Kermie's awesomeness, one of the best tempered, best looking, best litter trained Common Green Iguanas on the planet.  ...Art</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110078930987836399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110078930987836399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110078930987836399' title=''/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-110056848768393936</id><published>2004-11-16T02:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T02:24:38.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled.  Oh, wait, I guess now it IS titled. ...shit.  I'll call this Crazy Cemetery Lady then.</title><summary type='text'>Hey all.I can't help but notice that there's a few blog posts I intended to make, but never did.  Included among these are a few posts I started but then ended up getting FAR too long for a single-sitting read, so I posted them as To Be Continued type posts.Am I finally putting some of those up now?  No.I will post something that I'm sort of surprised I haven't mentioned yet.  Some of you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110056848768393936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/110056848768393936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110056848768393936' title='Untitled.  Oh, wait, I guess now it IS titled. ...shit.  I&apos;ll call this Crazy Cemetery Lady then.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-109988303180203761</id><published>2004-11-07T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T22:03:51.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just now I'm driving through my first blizzard of the season. Summer's over! ...Art</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109988303180203761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109988303180203761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109988303180203761' title=''/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-109962953752852491</id><published>2004-11-04T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T23:38:57.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A picture is worth a thousand words.</title><summary type='text'>So, in an effort to save myself typing a thousand words, here's a picture.Fucking Americans....Art</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109962953752852491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109962953752852491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109962953752852491' title='A picture is worth a thousand words.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-109946402962052927</id><published>2004-11-03T01:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T01:40:29.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ungh.</title><summary type='text'>Okay, it's stupid late.  I'm sleepy.  At the moment, Bush is leading.  I'm going to go to sleep... when I wake up, I want this nightmare to end....Art</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109946402962052927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109946402962052927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109946402962052927' title='Ungh.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-109932083570893715</id><published>2004-11-01T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T09:53:55.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walmart...</title><summary type='text'>I stumbled upon something today that relates to yesterday's Walmart rant.Go ahead, give it a click.I've found my new family......Art</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109932083570893715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109932083570893715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109932083570893715' title='Walmart...'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-109928273805098850</id><published>2004-10-31T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T23:58:42.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hrm.</title><summary type='text'>I've got to say... I fucking hate Walmart.  In fact, Walmart was responsible for me not wanting to go out this weekend.  That shithole had random unsupervised kids running around, products knocked over into aisles, people scrambling to get some Hallowe'en crap before the world ended... and I still can't believe I waited 20 minutes in line at the checkout.Bought some face paint.  Things didn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109928273805098850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109928273805098850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109928273805098850' title='Hrm.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-109909104577665515</id><published>2004-10-29T18:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T19:04:05.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend...</title><summary type='text'>So yeah.  I'm going to a halloweenie Haunted Casino this weekend.  Wager with candy.  I hope to be not very sober.Further, I want to see Bubba Ho-Tep.  See, a while ago, Rhys dropped by and we chowed down on some steak and such.  While doing so, I fired up the TV and... by the intervention of God, the guide was displaying "Bubba Ho-Tep".  Really, any item in the guide containing either "Bubba" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109909104577665515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109909104577665515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109909104577665515' title='This weekend...'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-109873126896534745</id><published>2004-10-25T15:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T15:07:48.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bubba Ho-Tep.  Some day this'll make more sense.  For now, I'm confused and excited.  ...Art</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109873126896534745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109873126896534745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109873126896534745' title=''/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-109867622837401534</id><published>2004-10-24T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T23:50:28.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...update!</title><summary type='text'>My god, I've created ANOTHER monster:[23:46] !tommy: im ready to find whoever made this shit of a program and fucking kill him[23:46] Art: Hahahaha[23:46] !tommy: i bet he was fucking korean too[23:46] !tommy: mother fuckersIndeed.  ...and to all a good night.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109867622837401534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109867622837401534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109867622837401534' title='...update!'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-109867592182166447</id><published>2004-10-24T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T09:51:26.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people see the glass as half empty... others see dragons.</title><summary type='text'>So I'm talking to Tom online, Fedex from the chatterbox, who's hunting for help with a website.  Apparently there's some logic nonsense that goes on there, but the syntax is retarded and tough to follow.  To quote from the log of our conversation:[23:23] !tommy: its like binary true/false shit[23:23] !tommy: except the syntax is like, Forall x (Circle[x]) blah...right.  I told him that was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109867592182166447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109867592182166447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109867592182166447' title='Some people see the glass as half empty... others see dragons.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-109831045528358573</id><published>2004-10-20T17:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T18:14:15.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I want... away.</title><summary type='text'>Whine post.  Feel free to skip.Can I just say that I hate my old man?  I can?  Excellent.  Can I carry on to say that things in my life largely suck ass?  Shit, yeah, who's going to stop me?  No one.  So, done and done.I'm not the only one who's had about enough of everything... my mom's pretty much at her wit's end.  Actually, might even gone beyond her wits.  Or something.  I dunno.  Blame </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109831045528358573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109831045528358573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109831045528358573' title='I want... away.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-109770307731426447</id><published>2004-10-13T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T17:33:52.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, look, GOOD stuff!</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, so, my blog is usually filled with companies I hate for crap that goes wrong. I have sort of a story like that.As many of you know, I bought an XBOX recently. Yeah, the price finally dropped again, and I got a 15% discount before tax so 17.25%... anyway, I finally bought. I also bought a bunch of controllers for it, one of which had a problem; a manufacturing defect. Another was missing a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109770307731426447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109770307731426447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109770307731426447' title='Hey, look, GOOD stuff!'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-109744246297764121</id><published>2004-10-10T17:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T17:07:42.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Christina, Iza and myself went to Harvey's drive thru for some fries and onion rings. This idea's not blog worthy so far, I know. The turn in was really tight the way we were pointed, impossible in fact. I was going to turn around when Christina asked if we could go through backwards. Who am I to say no to such brilliance? Strangely enough, the drive thru people didn't seem to notice... Odd.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109744246297764121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109744246297764121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109744246297764121' title=''/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-109742683239468400</id><published>2004-10-10T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T12:47:12.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, who wants to go to a concert or two?  Tea Party on the 28th, Iza, myself, Christina, her boyfriend Patrick and her girlfriend Sonya are all confirmed.  Also, on the 17th 28 the Phoenix Concert Theatre, none other than KMFDM, doing it again... I really want to go but it's only a week away, you people have to get back to me REALLY QUICK-LIKE.  Give me a call or something if you're interested.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109742683239468400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109742683239468400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109742683239468400' title=''/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-109718846710109178</id><published>2004-10-07T18:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T18:34:27.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh.  Hey.  Eye candy.</title><summary type='text'>I finally updated my webcam.  Look for it over there on the right under Links.You know, if you care.Which I know you don't.  Or won't, after looking at it...You know, whatever.  Take a look and post a comment on the commenty thing, let me know someone other than my girlfriend actually visits here occasionally.Later....Art</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109718846710109178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109718846710109178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109718846710109178' title='Oh.  Hey.  Eye candy.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-109718676507959367</id><published>2004-10-07T17:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T18:06:05.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a date with Gordon!</title><summary type='text'>Okay. I'm in a significantly better mood now that plans to visit Gordon Biersch in Whitby are getting closer and closer to being realized.Is it worth the drive from Mississauga to Whitby? Yeah. Occasionally. I can't justify going as often as I'd like to, but every now and then I'll hop in the car and commute for an hour or so for some beer and such....and today happens to be Festbier's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109718676507959367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109718676507959367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109718676507959367' title='I have a date with Gordon!'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-109717768409203383</id><published>2004-10-07T14:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T15:34:44.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well fuck.  Fucking shit.</title><summary type='text'>Today's not a good day for me.  Indeed, today's very black.  I've been laid off, again, found out more crap about relatives and other people overseas, and have yet another reason to hate my shithead father.Incidentally, I hereby vow to be a hundred times better a human being than my father at all times.  I'm sure at the moment that I'm well into the thousands, so that gives me a LOT of room to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109717768409203383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109717768409203383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109717768409203383' title='Well fuck.  Fucking shit.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539778.post-109710696138892394</id><published>2004-10-06T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T19:56:01.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Best Buy"</title><summary type='text'>A funny few things happened to me recently. See, a while ago I returned a router because it was being a complete whore. I tried and tried to get it to co-operate, no dice. When tech support admitted that there was a problem, and they didn't know when it'd be resolved, I finally returned the router to Best Buy. Yes, it was outside the 30 day return period, but let's face it, when you've spent more</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109710696138892394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539778/posts/default/109710696138892394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raweffect.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109710696138892394' title='&quot;Best Buy&quot;'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933613053765045470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
