<?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-3794473</id><updated>2011-10-23T03:43:27.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>!?</title><subtitle type='html'>The title (!?) is one I used for a BBS back when that activity was popular. How do you pronounce it?  In an effort to subvert linear thought, I didn't intend for it to be pronounced. However, since it resembles the interabang character, I will use that word in the URL of the blog. Nonethless, I continue to insist that the true name can not be uttered!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-112273306787498062</id><published>2005-07-30T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T10:17:47.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fine Doubt I'm hereby posting notice that I am trademarking the name "Fine Doubt" for a comic strip I'll be creating.I couldn't believe the name wasn't taken.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/112273306787498062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/112273306787498062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2005/07/fine-doubt-im-hereby-posting-notice.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-110522094601141555</id><published>2005-01-08T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T16:49:06.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Speak Your Mind!I'm attempting to add a "Comment" feature to this blog. Will I succeed?  I have no idea.  Will I receive intelligent and edifying comments if I do manage to add the comment feature?  Yes.  Definitely.  I really need to believe that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/110522094601141555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/110522094601141555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2005/01/speak-your-mind-im-attempting-to-add.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-110434477571522479</id><published>2004-12-29T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T13:28:32.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Hate My VCRArrrrrgh!That's my reaction to the "new and improved" user interface on  today'smodern VCR's.My ancient RCA VR617HF VCR finally died on me.  So I bought a new VCR —  aSony.  I returned it within one hour when I found  that when programming astart/end time you had to scroll the time up and  down —  there was no way tosimply enter the numbers of the  time.After I returned </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/110434477571522479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/110434477571522479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-hate-my-vcr-arrrrrgh-thats-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-109568485645920453</id><published>2004-09-20T08:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T08:54:16.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How To Write a Press ReleaseThat's the subject I searched for on Google, so I assume other people will do the same.  If they do so before this Saturday, they'll find this extremely interesting information ...-----------------------------------------------------------------------FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASEToronto Skeptical Exposition Features $1000 Psychic ChallengeTORONTO, Canada - If you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/109568485645920453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/109568485645920453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2004/09/how-to-write-press-release-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-108876980807165275</id><published>2004-07-02T07:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T08:03:28.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Painkiller, Anybody?I just finished playing a demo of the latest Doom-like game, known as Painkiller.  Normally I don't write about such things, but I'm curious about the fact that I wasn't able to find cheat codes, strategy guides or whatnot on the web.  So I'd like to see what happens when I write a few tips of my own.Well, mainly one tip, involving the Thor character in the Ruins in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/108876980807165275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/108876980807165275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2004/07/painkiller-anybody-i-just-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-108647828730541297</id><published>2004-06-05T19:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T19:31:27.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why Won't People Change Their Minds?My article "Introduction to Antiprocess" explains why it is so hard for people with different beliefs to come to agreement.  This is, I think, an issue of interest to skeptics and non-skeptics, theists and atheists, and anybody else who gets entangled in a debate that seems to go nowhere.The URL for the article is:http://members.aol.com/intwg/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/108647828730541297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/108647828730541297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2004/06/why-wont-people-change-their-minds-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-108282151543434626</id><published>2004-04-24T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T11:49:18.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where Am I?Gee, I just posted something to this blog and it disappeared into oblivion.Maybe, in some parallel dimension, somebody's reading what I wrote.  Maybe he or she will read this, too.Well ... hi, there.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/108282151543434626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/108282151543434626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2004/04/where-am-i-gee-i-just-posted-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-107427627453919880</id><published>2004-01-16T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T13:06:27.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Toronto Made Me a WeenieIt's true.  Yesterday the thermometer dropped to a nippy -20 Celsius (-4F) and I thought it was cold. Montréal (where I was born and ill-bred) is a lot colder than Toronto.  In fact, the first time I came back from hunting for apartments in T.O., I couldn't help noticing that there was no snow on the ground until the moment I crossed the Québec border.  I would say </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/107427627453919880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/107427627453919880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2004/01/toronto-made-me-weenie-its-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-107060921713838681</id><published>2003-12-05T02:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T02:27:54.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beware of Falling GasbagsThere was an interesting story on the TV news-crawl today. Apparently Goodyear's famous flying helium-filled knackwurst fall down go boom. And apparently somebody got injured as this latter-day Hindenberg tumbled from the sky into a fertilizer dump.If I understood the story correctly, I have to feel sorry for the fella.  When people ask him about the bandages, he'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/107060921713838681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/107060921713838681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/12/beware-of-falling-gasbags-there-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-107040195088792518</id><published>2003-12-02T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T16:55:30.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Skeptical?I'll just bet you are.  Maybe you're thinking, "I'll bet this blog entry I'm about to read isn't particularly interesting".Bzzzt!  That's not skeptical, that's just plain cynical.  Really, now.If, however, you are (like me) a card carrying skeptic, you may be interested to know that the Ontario Skeptics Society for Critical Inquiry (which is usually referred to by the less </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/107040195088792518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/107040195088792518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/12/skeptical-ill-just-bet-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-107001372013829966</id><published>2003-11-28T05:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T05:06:03.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That Little Red XYou may have noticed that my graphics are missing.  At least, you'll have noticed that if you're reading this before December 1, 2003. I recently released a freeware program named TextHarvest (note the trademark symbol — see the previous blog entry and try to make some connection).Anyway, TextHarvest was pretty darn popular and the downloads blew my ISP account out the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/107001372013829966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/107001372013829966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/11/that-little-red-x-you-may-have-noticed.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-107001338932949422</id><published>2003-11-28T04:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T04:57:16.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mark My Trade!Without going into great detail, I'm hereby trademarking the following terms:Is Shh Onomatopoeic?andStochastic Symphony... so don't use them, okay?Only one other person knows what this project is, and — oops, I forgot to tell him not to tell anybody.  Well, if you can figure out who it is, I'm in trouble.  No, he doesn't live in Toronto.  I've already said too much.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/107001338932949422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/107001338932949422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/11/mark-my-trade-without-going-into-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-106843060081392943</id><published>2003-11-09T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T22:29:45.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Correction to Yesterday's Blog EntrySynecdoche. I meant "synecdoche", not "metonymy".In my defense, "synecdoche" is really hard to spell.Actually, I think the actual word I want is "synecdochery".  But I believe that's illegal in 7 provinces and 48 states.  Or maybe it's something I heard Ned Flanders say.I'm too tired to think of the final quip in the comedic rule of threes.  So sue me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/106843060081392943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/106843060081392943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/11/correction-to-yesterdays-blog-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-106831207555012476</id><published>2003-11-08T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T12:40:48.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Canadian EpigeographyIs that a word?  I don't know.  But a couple of weeks ago, as I was in a crowd of Canadians compelled to struggle through our national anthem ...Oh, wait, if you're not Canadian, you probably have no idea why Canadians have to "struggle" through the anthem.  Well, the thing is, see, we don't sing it very often, so we don't always remember the words.Anyway, eh, if you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/106831207555012476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/106831207555012476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/11/canadian-epigeography-is-that-word-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-106822911513301576</id><published>2003-11-07T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T13:24:04.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Inkjet Cartridge Refilling ProcedureAfter blackening my hands and working surfaces one too many times, I have decided to create a checklist for using those nifty inkjet refill kits.  They can potentially reduce the cost of printing but the economy is somewhat lessened if you don't do it exactly right, since you'll have to throw away the cartridge and perhaps the desk you worked on.  These </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/106822911513301576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/106822911513301576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/11/inkjet-cartridge-refilling-procedure.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-106816967568403697</id><published>2003-11-06T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T20:49:34.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Send me $5. Send me $5.Am I the only person who is getting tired of "Tenzing, the canine lifeline"?I have nothing against pooches as a species, but doggone it they air that commercial a lot.  Isn't there some other dog they could talk about?  Maybe they could pull one of the Lassies out of retirement?The people who create commercials know that you've got to show the same ones fairly often </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/106816967568403697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/106816967568403697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/11/send-me-5.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-106787145341130781</id><published>2003-11-03T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T09:59:41.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feeling Good Down UnderNo, this isn't a salacious blog entry.  I was talking with some local skeptics about a somewhat encouraging article from Australia.   Apparently, companies there that manufacture "natural" health remedies will now have to prove that their nostrums live up to their claims.  Some have asked: who is responsible for doing the tests?  From what we can glean from the news </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/106787145341130781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/106787145341130781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/11/feeling-good-down-under-no-this-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-106781184843513645</id><published>2003-11-02T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T17:24:21.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Save, Save, Save!My most recent phone bill informs me that I saved a deliciously satisfying $160.39 on my long distance last month.  Holy cow!  Actually, the total bill was $156.24, so that means I saved even more than I spent!  At this rate, I'm gonna be rich.I just love being told how much I've saved; it makes me feel fiducially savvy and even a little bit tingly.  What I can't figure out, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/106781184843513645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/106781184843513645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/11/save-save-save-my-most-recent-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-106142280402338703</id><published>2003-08-20T19:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T19:40:03.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fun for SkulkersI recently found an article about some guys who went sneaking through the tunnels of the Toronto Subway system.  If you find this kind of thing interesting, or if you'd like to see a picture of the hidden "Charon" subway station that you probably didn't know existed, click here to check it out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/106142280402338703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/106142280402338703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/08/fun-for-skulkers-i-recently-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-105989017504113106</id><published>2003-08-03T01:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T01:56:14.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A PoemWell, I haven't posted anything to my blog for a long time.  Things to do, places to go, people to hit up for money — that sort of thing.  Lest anybody think that I have expired, I'll post a poem that came to me today while sitting on the bus.  ExplianationOften I find myself in a foul moodOnce I have noticed this, I can do somethingSometimes I find myself dwelling in darknessStill</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/105989017504113106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/105989017504113106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/08/poem-well-i-havent-posted-anything-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-95654844</id><published>2003-06-14T02:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T02:47:23.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Good Party TopicTonight I heard that not much is known about the man who taught Democritus (that ancient Greek guy who first proposed that things were made of itty-bitty things that he dubbed atoms)."Not much is known" is a bit of an understatement.  Apparently most of what Democritus' teacher wrote down has been lost.  All that remains is ... a single sentence.Bummer.Assume now that as</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/95654844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/95654844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/06/good-party-topic-tonight-i-heard-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-94484837</id><published>2003-05-17T00:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T00:24:50.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Our Electrical Devices Love YouToday at the mall, while in the washroom, I made use of the hot-air hand-drier.  Unable to hold a magazine, I decided to read the front panel.  It informed me:Stops automatically — prevents chapping.What exactly is the theory, here?  If it didn't turn itself off, people would continue to hold their already-dry hands in the scorching air-stream until their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/94484837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/94484837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/05/our-electrical-devices-love-you-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-94296054</id><published>2003-05-13T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T20:07:14.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For Chess Fans OnlyToday at the mall I saw a chess set on sale.  Emblazoned across the box in large letters were these helpful instructions:Checkmate your opponent's King and win!Well!  That clears things up!  Good thing they told me how it all works.When the salesman came over to find out why I was laughing, I realized that if he didn't already find that giddy blurb ridiculous, it would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/94296054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/94296054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/05/for-chess-fans-only-today-at-mall-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-93552283</id><published>2003-04-30T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T16:42:32.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Link o' the MinuteI won't tell you in advance what you'll find at this web page.  You have to visit it without an explanation to get the full impact of how funny this is.  (Safe for work.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/93552283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/93552283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/04/link-o-minute-i-wont-tell-you-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-93426453</id><published>2003-04-28T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T18:34:27.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Still StandingWell, I haven't updated my blog for a while, but for those readers outside Toronto let me assure that it is because I've been busy, not because I'm suffering from you-know-what.It's alarming how people are reacting to the word "Toronto" now, or even "Ontario".  My aunt from Montréal was forbidden by her nursing home to visit family in Belleville — a 2-hour drive from Toronto</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/93426453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/93426453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/04/im-still-standing-well-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-93100845</id><published>2003-04-23T04:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T04:32:09.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rampant Calm-MongeringI don't want to be alarmist, but what I'm seeing on the news ScAReS me.  CNN is now making a point of telling Americans that Toronto (where I live) is basically safe.  Well, there goes the tourist industry.I think we live in interesting times.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/93100845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/93100845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/04/rampant-calm-mongering-i-dont-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-92950044</id><published>2003-04-20T19:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T19:07:26.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ICTOATFTBEI have just finished writing an article entitled "Flame Wars and Other Online Arguments".  This is a sequel, of sorts, to the most popular article I ever wrote, "Internet Trolls", which currently garners nearly 2000 hits a week.  That certainly beats the number of hits this blog gets, which is a somewhat smaller number that also starts with a 2.  No, smaller than that.  You should be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/92950044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/92950044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/04/ictoatftbe-i-have-just-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-92923243</id><published>2003-04-20T02:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T02:53:28.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blast from the PastOkay, I'm going to sound like a fossil here, but if you like 1970's Progressive Rock and you've got a high-speed net connection, check out HaroldTheBarrel's site.  It uses the Live365 player (which is free) and features ... well, if you don't know what "1970's Progressive Rock" is, you wouldn't be interested and I don't think I like you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/92923243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/92923243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/04/blast-from-past-okay-im-going-to-sound.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-92812583</id><published>2003-04-17T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T22:05:40.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too Pedantic to be Interesting?"If it sounds too good to be true, it probably ..." Okay, what's the next word in that saying?  "Is" or "Isn't"?  Try 'em both and see which one sounds right to you.Interestingly enough — well, interesting to me, anyway — there's some dispute about this.  Let's see what Google has to say...Click here for the "is" version.  (29,800 hits when I looked)Click </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/92812583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/92812583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/04/too-pedantic-to-be-interesting-if-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-92669072</id><published>2003-04-15T15:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T15:53:14.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's on the Internet, So It Must Be TrueEarlier today, in a chat room, somebody stated that 73.4% of statistics are just made up.  I said the figure was actually 74.2%.  The ensuing debate was 97% pointless.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/92669072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/92669072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/04/its-on-internet-so-it-must-be-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-92581459</id><published>2003-04-14T09:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T09:41:10.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's Statistic98% of the people reading this blog have never used the word "panoply" in a sentence.Until now, I was one of them.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/92581459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/92581459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/04/todays-statistic-98-of-people-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-92340730</id><published>2003-04-10T01:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T01:14:57.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Fine PrintI just saw a TV ad for the Super 7 lottery.  It said, in huge letters:$ 3 0 , 0 0 0 , 0 0 0and then in teeny-weeny letters in the bottom right corner:EstimatedWhat possessed them to try to sneak that "Estimated" by us?  Are they're worried we're going to turn up our nose at a paltry $29,538,384?I actually bought a ticket for this lottery.  I buy maybe two lottery tickets </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/92340730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/92340730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/04/fine-print-i-just-saw-tv-ad-for-super.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-92082274</id><published>2003-04-06T05:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T05:42:10.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Danger: Soup!I was just making some chicken noodle soup when I happened to read the instructions on the can:Empty can into saucepan. Slowly add one can of water."Slowly"!?  Oh, no!  I added it quickly!  Is it, umm, going to explode or something?  Let me double-check the label ... nope, it isn't Cream of Nitroglycerin.It's not completely silly to use the word "slowly", I guess.  It's their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/92082274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/92082274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/04/danger-soup-i-was-just-making-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-91585350</id><published>2003-03-28T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T23:24:55.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good News if You're a CowA friend of mine has expressed a certain horror about prions.  I think I can understand that.  To borrow and modify a phrase from physics, those who aren't frightened by prions don't understand them.If you don't know what prions are, don't worry.  I mean literally that.  Maybe you don't want to know.Anyway, today I came across the following item in New Scientist </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/91585350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/91585350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/03/good-news-if-youre-cow-friend-of-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-91547272</id><published>2003-03-28T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T09:35:46.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tetrahydrocannabinological TheoryIn a recent discussion on the Skeptics Forum I recently set up, we were discussing some studies that, taken together, suggest that marijuana use actually improves driving skills.  I hesitate to claim that the people doing the studies were, umm, partaking.  That would be a cheap shot.  Instead, I posted the following proposal...I have a bold new theory to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/91547272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/91547272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/03/tetrahydrocannabinological-theory-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-91500782</id><published>2003-03-27T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T15:44:14.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An ObservationI just noticed something about my Rubbermaid bath mat.  The side with all the suction cups has this helpful label:  "This side down".Ah.  Now I know why it kept following me out of the tub.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/91500782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/91500782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/03/observation-i-just-noticed-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-91492578</id><published>2003-03-27T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T13:05:55.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>War Annoys MeOkay, this blog will finally say something about The War.  You knew it would happen eventually, didn't you?  A blog mentioning The War?Actually, I won't comment about the war directly.  Rather, I have something to say about the reporting on CNN.  They recently mentioned that the bridges leading into Baghdad were wired with explosives, and then reported that some government agency</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/91492578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/91492578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/03/war-annoys-me-okay-this-blog-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-91394862</id><published>2003-03-26T00:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T01:01:22.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Return of the 1970's Canadian SitcomOh. My. Goodness.I haven't made a blog entry lately, what with the war and all (like you need to hear another opinion?) but I just learned something tonight that has me shuddering in horror.They are making an updated version of The Trouble with Tracy!If you're not Canadian, you probably don't know what you missed.  You lucky person, you.They ran a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/91394862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/91394862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/03/return-of-1970s-canadian-sitcom-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-90482361</id><published>2003-03-10T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T17:41:14.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why I Don't Watch Bravo5:30 PM on the Bravo Television cable network...Conflicting Emotions: Conflicts that surround schizophrenia are interpreted through dance. Who does watch this stuff?  And can they be given something productive to do?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/90482361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/90482361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/03/why-i-dont-watch-bravo-530-pm-on-bravo.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-90359218</id><published>2003-03-08T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T11:36:59.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Burn Your Video Card!About 16 months ago I signed up to Rogers Video (one of the biggest rental chains in Ontario).  I was just about to rent some tapes when I happened to read the back of my membership card.  I walked straight out of the store and have never rented a single tape from them.I've destroyed part of the card, but I kept the "terms" half because it's so outrageous.  Here are some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/90359218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/90359218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/03/burn-your-video-card-about-16-months.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-90283569</id><published>2003-03-07T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T00:04:05.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More Shameless PromotionHere's a weird message I wrote on the Canadian Skeptics Forum.  I'm posting it here as my way of telling you that visiting the Forum will be an exciting and interesting way to spend your time today.A friend and I once considered submitting an article to the National Enquirer stating that in order to get the best night's sleep, you had to sleep with your body aligned </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/90283569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/90283569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/03/more-shameless-promotion-heres-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-90221322</id><published>2003-03-06T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T00:30:43.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spooky Interaction at a DistanceIf you've ever wondered about weird beings such as aliens, ghosts and Miss Cleo, or if you've ever wondered if wearing a crystal around your neck really will cure your warts, check out the Canadian Skeptics Forum.  You don't have to be Canadian to join the message board, but you will fit in better if you have a modicum of doubt about outrageous claims.If, on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/90221322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/90221322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/03/spooky-interaction-at-distance-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-90217931</id><published>2003-03-05T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T23:20:51.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here is a LinkThere's a copy of the National Post article about Toronto blogging here.Incidentally, according to the latest issue of Linux Journal (which I skimmed sureptitiously at a magazine stand), blogs are the quintessence of the web as envisioned by the creator of the Web himself, Tim Berners-Lee.  That's because he created the Web first and foremost as a way to pass around information </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/90217931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/90217931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/03/here-is-link-theres-copy-of-national.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-90102969</id><published>2003-03-04T04:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T04:43:47.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another NeologismHow do you tell somebody to visit your web site?  "Log on to my web site"?  I've seen various words used in this context:  "Visit my site", "Click on over" and "Browse to my home page".  None of these strike me as satisfactory.Well, you can see some links to my sites on the right hand side of this page.  I'm going to recommend that you 'url yourself towards them.If you're</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/90102969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/90102969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/03/another-neologism-how-do-you-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-90102004</id><published>2003-03-04T03:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T03:33:54.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FigmentalismI just received an email telling me that I was mentioned in an article about blogging in the National Post.  It identified me as "Tim, the ex-Jehovah's Witness".  The article was written by somebody who played an online game I designed.When sending back a thank-you note, I couldn't decide what voice to use.  Did I answer in my ex-JW persona?  As the designer of the Pyroto Mountain</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/90102004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/90102004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/03/figmentalism-i-just-received-email.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-89972498</id><published>2003-03-01T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-01T18:41:47.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Immeasurably AnachronisticIt's true!  But I'm not the only one.I was out walking today when a fire engine roared by.  As I watched it recede, I noticed a warning on the back:Stay Back 150 MetersDoes anybody in the fire department have any idea how large letters have to be in order to be visible nearly a fifth of a kilometer away?Interestingly enough, I could no longer read the sign </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/89972498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/89972498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/03/im-immeasurably-anachronistic-its-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-89811490</id><published>2003-02-26T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T21:32:31.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Feel Stupid ... But EntertainedOkay, folks, I hate to admit it, but it took me five minutes to figure out the trick at this site.Hope you do better than I did!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/89811490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/89811490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/02/i-feel-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-89415172</id><published>2003-02-20T00:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T00:43:13.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am I Blog or Not?I rarely do what many other blogs do, which is post various links with minumum commentary and without perplexing digressions.  So is this really a blog?  If a blogger posts on the net and nobody reads it, will anybody care if he gets carpal tunnel syndrome?  (There's a koan even your Zen roshi hasn't considered yet.)Nonetheless, I'm going to do that right now.  Or at least, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/89415172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/89415172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/02/am-i-blog-or-not-i-rarely-do-what-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-89383855</id><published>2003-02-19T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T15:08:24.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MalaiseNow that I've hit day 32 of not smoking, I'm finding myself with a certain lack of motivation.  Breathing is easier, now, but I find myself less enthusiastic about doing it.  On the plus side, my psychic skills have improved.  Let's put that to the test.I want you to imagine yourself on a desert island.  No, wait, not quite yet.  Wait until I've finished giving you the instructions.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/89383855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/89383855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/02/malaise-now-that-ive-hit-day-32-of-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-88993690</id><published>2003-02-12T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T16:46:56.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's the Day to Go Ape!Here is a proclamation issued in the City of Ottawa (Canada's capital):WHEREAS, Charles Darwin was born on February 12, 1809; andWHEREAS,  from 1831-1836, he travelled in the southern hemisphere on the "HMS Beagle," officially as the captain's companion; andWHEREAS,  his observations in natural history and on the adaptations of animals to their environments </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/88993690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/88993690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/02/todays-day-to-go-ape-here-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-88866197</id><published>2003-02-10T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T09:07:32.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Neologism of the DayOn this day, I am hereby inventing the word "Jihacking" (pronounced Jee-Hacking), which I define as "creating nasty computer code to annoy the heck out of American infidels".  Please note that it does not mean, "I was trying to write 'hijacking' but I can't type for beans".It's gonna be a trendy word some day, once Certain Countries realize that the Internet isn't just for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/88866197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/88866197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/02/neologism-of-day-on-this-day-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-88770866</id><published>2003-02-08T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-08T17:06:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brainwashing DayA friend pointed me towards a wonderful web page commenting on those absurd "laundry balls" that purport to clean your clothes by dint of the operation of sub-atomic physics.  (Translated:  prove that it doesn't work, eh?)  You can read all about it here.If you're too busy to peruse the whole thing, here's a great quote from a person who is less than convinced that these </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/88770866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/88770866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/02/brainwashing-day-friend-pointed-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-88661255</id><published>2003-02-06T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-06T14:05:49.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Zoning Out In CanadaI just discovered a map of the time zones of Canada.  I didn't realize that there are individual pockets of resistance— tiny areas that eschew the surrounding time zone and defiantly insist on using another one.  Click here to see a map that demonstrates this.  (In particular, note certain areas in the North-East.)Until now, I thought the oddest thing about Canada's time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/88661255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/88661255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/02/zoning-out-in-canada-i-just-discovered.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-88574567</id><published>2003-02-05T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-05T00:30:50.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>May You Find PeasSince I moved to Toronto two years ago, I've been searching for one of my favourite snack foods: roasted wasabi peas.  Fortunately, the place where I buy my oriental food has recently started stocking them.  Well, I think it was recent.  The last three times I've asked about them, the cashier (whose English appears to be limited to "Thank you") merely smiled and nodded a lot.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/88574567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/88574567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/02/may-you-find-peas-since-i-moved-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-88540105</id><published>2003-02-04T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T12:44:16.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day 17I stopped smoking 17 days ago.Everything seems a bit ... flat without my cigs.  But given a choice between an untimely death and a timely one, I guess I'll choose the latter.  Of course, if I get hit by a bus tomorrow ... man, am I gonna feel cheated.I've been using The Gum.  That is to say, Nicorette.  It does indeed stave off withdrawal symptoms.  As gums go, though, it's about as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/88540105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/88540105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/02/day-17-i-stopped-smoking-17-days-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-88359355</id><published>2003-01-31T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-31T22:03:09.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another Cagey CatRemember the "Hang In There" cat?  His or her famous poster (an example of which I cannot find on the net) has provided ever so many people with inspiration and the fortitude to carry on.Well, I think his older brother is also having a less-than-ideal day.  Click here to view his wonderful, meme-worthy picture.I was looking on Google to try to figure out where this picture </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/88359355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/88359355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/01/another-cagey-cat-remember-hang-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-88150828</id><published>2003-01-28T06:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-28T07:01:19.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eat More Fat!I've long been afflicted by the "winter blahs"— perhaps more so than most people.  Moving to Toronto helped, since they have a shorter winter than Montreal, but I was still pretty bummed out at times.  By February, I would actually be kicking snow drifts, though they remained unimpressed.A friend recommended that I try something called "Omega-3 Fish Oil".  Well, I'm skeptical, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/88150828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/88150828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/01/eat-more-fat-ive-long-been-afflicted.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-88034756</id><published>2003-01-26T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-26T00:25:13.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Duh of the DayI just bought a 4 litre tub of Chapman's vanilla ice cream.  For some reason I decided to read the lid.  There I found the following helpful tip:  "Keep frozen".Uh ... okay.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/88034756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/88034756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/01/duh-of-day-i-just-bought-4-litre-tub.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-87990910</id><published>2003-01-24T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T22:43:14.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something to Do on SaturdayCanada currently owns the Northern Magnetic Pole (and has possessed it since around 1810, according to the map at this site).   So my fellow residents of Toronto may be interested to know that the entrance to the hollow Earth is located a short drive away, according to this guy.Maybe Canada can take over the world after all.  Nobody would ever suspect an inside job.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/87990910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/87990910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/01/something-to-do-on-saturday-canada.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-87985448</id><published>2003-01-24T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T20:12:12.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Fog of No SmokeI'm too fogged up from not smoking to write anything intelligent (or even particularly intelligible), so I'll just link to an article that sounds like something I'd write.Click here to read about how we went to the moon ... or so they say.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/87985448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/87985448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/01/fog-of-no-smoke-im-too-fogged-up-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-87808710</id><published>2003-01-21T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-21T18:47:03.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Word of the Day: Ack!Ack!  Oh, did I say that already?  Well, let me say it again:  ack!I have now been without a cigarette for 42 hours, 39 minutes and 17 seconds.Ack!Yeah, I've got the nicotine gum.  It's the Nicorette brand.  Normally, I'd look up the link for their web site, but ... ack!How to keep busy?  How to think of something else?  Well, I amused myself by creating an HTML </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/87808710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/87808710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/01/word-of-day-ack-ack-oh-did-i-say-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-87641056</id><published>2003-01-18T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-18T11:07:54.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grow Your Own ToysI was reading New Scientist magazine yesterday when I came across a reference to what seemed to be a saying:  "Never trust a man with a beard".  As one of the bewhiskered, I figured I'd look into this a bit more deeply, in case there is some kind of conspiracy against those of us who dare to advertise our mammalian roots.I checked Google, but it only returned 23 hits.  Well,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/87641056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/87641056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/01/grow-your-own-toys-i-was-reading-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-87465417</id><published>2003-01-15T03:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-15T03:07:26.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Phone FolliesYes, I know: you're wondering why I didn't name this article "Phone Phollies".  Nope.  Too cute.A few days ago I spoke of "intentionality" and referred to the way that some people don't take into account that you don't know what they know.  I thought of a perfect example of this the other day:  people who leave their phone number on your answering machine and sayitreallyfast.  Or</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/87465417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/87465417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/01/phone-follies-yes-i-know-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-87298902</id><published>2003-01-12T03:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-12T04:07:40.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How to Pronounce the Word "Blog"I was just over at the Sitemeter site, seeing how people stumble upon my little corner of the net.  I found out, for example, that several people have inspected what I wrote about the Panasonic SA-PM01 CD player (short version: feh).  Oddly enough, several people have come in via Google trying to find out how to pronounce the word "Blog".Excuse me?  Buh Luh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/87298902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/87298902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/01/how-to-pronounce-word-blog-i-was-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-87297708</id><published>2003-01-12T03:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-12T03:07:21.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An Historical Online Event!Yes, you are here to see an historical event, the world's first live blog entry!What's that?  Well, we're just about to go live, so I'll have to explain it during the event itself.And here we go...Okay, I have just put a piece of cardboard over my backspace key.  ANy mistakesw I make from here on in are going to have to stand for the way they are. Hoo, lordy, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/87297708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/87297708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/01/historical-online-event-yes-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-87271812</id><published>2003-01-11T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-11T13:59:35.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IntentionalityI have been meaning to write about something called "Intentionality".  If you don't have time to read the article I've linked to, here's the short version: it's about knowing that somebody else knows something.Knowing what somebody else knows is useful, but it's not everything.  Knowing that somebody else knows something is an important social skill.  For example, it enables us </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/87271812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/87271812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/01/intentionality-i-have-been-meaning-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-87179982</id><published>2003-01-09T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-09T15:17:57.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Know Your HeathensIn the spirit of someone who has only had four hours of sleep, I'm not going to write anything clever today.  I'll just post a link to a site about Celebrity Atheists.  This will let you know who is (or has been suspected of being) bereft of deistic beliefs.Many names there will sound familiar, and a few may surprise you (though some will not).  One entry that intrigued me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/87179982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/87179982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/01/know-your-heathens-in-spirit-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-87053054</id><published>2003-01-07T04:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-07T04:57:55.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More Tales from the FutureI was recently checking out an article from an issue of Aeroplane magazine from January 1948.  Yes, I said 1948.  I'm a bit behind on my reading, okay?  Anyway, I spotted this item:Several months ago a spate of reports from various parts of the world gave rise to much speculation as to the identity of peculiar aerial objects referred to rather expressively as "flying</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/87053054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/87053054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/01/more-tales-from-future-i-was-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-87018027</id><published>2003-01-06T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T14:29:55.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unconvincing SpamI appear to be adopting a spam theme this week.  Anyway, here's an excerpt from a spam that arrived in my email just now:Hi there.This is your invitation to join the worlds most rewarding financil organisationPlease take a look around and see it is called the gold mine and it does not cost alot to get started  so have a go at it and see you will be amazed on how your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/87018027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/87018027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/01/unconvincing-spam-i-appear-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-86964211</id><published>2003-01-05T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-05T11:08:28.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spammer Slammer!It's not often we cheer for a big mega-company, but America OnLine (part of the behemoth corporation AOL Time Warner) was recently awarded seven million dollars in a judgment against a spammer.  Click here to cackle gleefully.Of course, actually collecting the money will be another story.  Gee, I wonder how the spammer is going to raise the money?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/86964211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/86964211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/01/spammer-slammer-its-not-often-we-cheer.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-86913866</id><published>2003-01-04T02:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T02:49:10.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Are You Depressed?Hey, don't be!  You just cut that out right now!Well, nagging rarely cheers people up, so let me try recommending what for me is a blast from the past.Does the name "Doctor Demento" ring any bells?  He's a radio personality known for playing wacky songs.  I recently visited his web site and listened to a couple of his shows.  They're especially enjoyable via the web </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/86913866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/86913866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/01/are-you-depressed-hey-dont-be-you-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-86894675</id><published>2003-01-03T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T17:23:15.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When the Cat's Away...I've recently completed designing a new program for Windows called BurgBuster.  I've shipped out copies to a few friends and those who weren't busy or nursing a New Year's hangover have reported that it seems to do what it was intended to do, which isn't much.BurgBuster is a simple burglar alarm.  It uses psychology and your computer's existing hardware to turn your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/86894675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/86894675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/01/when-cats-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-86829808</id><published>2003-01-02T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-02T10:12:28.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Does Spam Work?Here's an odd question:  does spam work?I know what the standard answer is, "If they send out a kazillion bazillion emails and only one tenth of one percent of the people respond, they'll still make money!"Oh, really?In sales, there are "cold calls" and "warm calls".  A "cold call" is somebody who has never heard of you, whereas a "warm call" is somebody who has expressed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/86829808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/86829808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/01/does-spam-work-heres-odd-question-does.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-86775030</id><published>2003-01-01T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-01T00:21:46.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year!Gee, I'm at home, writing my blog at 12:20 AM.Just call me a party animal.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/86775030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/86775030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2003/01/happy-new-year-gee-im-at-home-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-86674929</id><published>2002-12-29T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-29T19:17:06.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Exposed: The Winter Solstice!The Solstice is overrated.There, I said it.  Maybe you've been thinking the same thing.  Maybe it's time somebody said something.As Canadians, we look forward to the Solstice.  Actually, most Canadians don't know that a certain day in December is even called the Solstice.  To them, it's just "the day when days start getting longer again."  The arrival of this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/86674929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/86674929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2002/12/exposed-winter-solstice-solstice-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-86564467</id><published>2002-12-26T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-26T18:35:25.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're Already in the FutureRemember that web site you designed back when you first learned HTML?  Do you think that now that you've deleted it you've forever hidden your shame?  Think again!The Wayback Machine (named after Professor Peabody's gadget from Rocky and Bullwinkle) has been carefully archiving websites for many years. I just took a look at something I cobbled together in 1999 and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/86564467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/86564467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2002/12/youre-already-in-future-remember-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-86508219</id><published>2002-12-25T02:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-25T14:19:30.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another Fifteen MinutesGee, I got interviewed again.  This time, a guy from Shift magazine talked to me and Zhan about Meetups, blogging and the GTA Bloggers.  Click here to read the article.So now I'm famous.  Mind you, he refers to me as "Tim Campbell".  I'm fairly sure I asked him to call me "Timothy".  I say that to pretty much everybody.  Grrr.  Oh, and there's no way I described myself </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/86508219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/86508219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2002/12/another-fifteen-minutes-gee-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-86495260</id><published>2002-12-24T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T18:09:19.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Search FacilityI've just added a search facility to this blog.  Now you can scan back over the bygone ages to see what I wrote about.  I know, I know, yet another answer to a question nobody asked.  That's the Internet for you.If you'd like to add the same search feature to your blog, it's available at www.atomz.com and it's free!  It works just fine with Blogger.  Hope you like messing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/86495260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/86495260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2002/12/new-search-facility-ive-just-added.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-86484400</id><published>2002-12-24T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T12:18:25.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am I Smart?I don't know if you remember Omni magazine, but they once featured a quiz called "The World's Hardest IQ Test".  It was indeed very difficult.  As I recall, most of them were sequences of images.  In some you had to pick, from a selection of options, the next image in the sequence.  In others, you had to identify the "odd one out".  (To the non-geniuses out there, "One of these is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/86484400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/86484400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2002/12/am-i-smart-i-dont-know-if-you-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-86436112</id><published>2002-12-23T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T09:55:19.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes Christmas Isn't About GivingOne of my hobbies is keeping up to date on the latest scams.  Recently, I received a spam that didn't seem to fit one of the usual patterns.  I decided to check out the web site (after ensuring that I wasn't transmitting anything more traceable than my IP address) and was introduced to something called "Gifting Programs".  Unlike most sites associated </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/86436112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/86436112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2002/12/sometimes-christmas-isnt-about-giving.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-86334493</id><published>2002-12-20T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-20T16:16:37.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>News Flash?The Washington Post has declared this "The Year of the Blog".Wow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/86334493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/86334493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2002/12/news-flash-washington-post-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-86324229</id><published>2002-12-20T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-20T11:53:41.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Light-Haired HumourOkay, I'm pretty darn sure you haven't seen this link before.  I'm not a big fan of "Blonde Jokes", but this one is a hoot.Click here and then scroll to the bottom of the page.  You'll see the "Blonde Joke" there.I have to say, I laughed despite myself.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/86324229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/86324229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2002/12/light-haired-humour-okay-im-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-86304930</id><published>2002-12-20T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-20T00:14:58.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Any Cat Fans Out There?I recently suggested, on Jen's blog, that people check out the "Cliché Kitty" archive.  This includes the now-famous image of a kitten traipsing through the daisies.If that hasn't sated your appetite for adorable felines, I've found another collection for you.  Just a warning: if you've got a pop-up stopper, turn it on.  If you can't do that, turn off Java for a moment.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/86304930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/86304930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2002/12/any-cat-fans-out-there-i-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-86248924</id><published>2002-12-18T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-18T21:56:16.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Any Gary Numan Fans Out There?I was at a Meetup last night (for Toronto atheists) and met a fellow named Pierre who has produced some, shall we say, alternative versions of songs by Gary Numan.  Most of you have already heard the song "Cars", and many may have heard the song "Are Friends Electric?" (one of my favourite Numan songs).  Unfortunately, neither of these are spoofed on the site, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/86248924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/86248924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2002/12/any-gary-numan-fans-out-there-i-was-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-85988884</id><published>2002-12-14T07:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T13:10:57.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dental AnguishI went to the dentist this week, and I've come to the conclusion that dental hygenists are never, ever happy with your dental care regimen.  When I sat down, I figured I'd save time by stating right at the outset, "I brush my teeth twice a day; my teeth don't bleed when I brush; my teeth are slightly stained because of coffee and cigarettes; I floss three times a week; and yes, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/85988884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/85988884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2002/12/dental-anguish-i-went-to-dentist-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-85888754</id><published>2002-12-12T06:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T06:40:37.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In Praise of GoogleThere's an interesting MSNBC article about Google.  Click here to check it out!I love Google.  I couldn't live without Google.  Me seem smart with Google.The article describes Google's Web crawler as "hyperactive".  It certainly is!  Google is never more than one day behind in indexing my blog.  I'd like to think that that's because my blog is so important, but it's more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/85888754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/85888754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2002/12/in-praise-of-google-theres-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-85866713</id><published>2002-12-11T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T19:58:49.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Link o' the MinuteActually, I've got two links today, so you can kill a full 120 seconds.Do you like ice cream?  Sure, we all do.  How about some nice Rocky Road?  Pistachio?  Squid?Yes, you heard me.  Check out this site, which describes various unusual ice cream flavours available in Japan.I must say that some of them sound pretty unappetizing.  On the other hand, the first time I heard</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/85866713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/85866713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2002/12/link-o-minute-actually-ive-got-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-85641550</id><published>2002-12-07T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-07T11:09:18.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Unappreciated Art of Oleo-EtymologyI bought some margarine recently. I've been buying the same brand for decades.  But instead of grabbing the familiar tub, I noticed one called "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter".  I'm sure you've heard of it.Well, I'm a skeptical consumer.  If something says it's "New!" I'll look at the fine print.  New metric box! Now recyclable! 1% fewer calories!  Give</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/85641550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/85641550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2002/12/unappreciated-art-of-oleo-etymology-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-85578355</id><published>2002-12-06T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-06T00:41:23.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Zapping the TelemarketersHave you seen that commercial for a device called the "Telezapper"?  It's a gadget you plug into your phone line that bamboozles the automated call redirection computer that many telemarketers use.  It also costs US $40 or so, which seems a bit odd since it probably contains five dollars worth of parts.Still, that isn't why the Telezapper ads annoy me.  I object to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/85578355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/85578355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2002/12/zapping-telemarketers-have-you-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-85516543</id><published>2002-12-04T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T23:57:40.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Homeopathic HorizonsIf you've ever wondered if homeopathy actually works (despite the fact that it seems impossible according to what science currently knows), I invite you to read a transcript of  a recent instalment of BBC's Horizon program.  Click here to check it out.A skeptical overview of homeopathy can be found here.Yes, I know some people will say, "I know it works!" but have you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/85516543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/85516543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2002/12/homeopathic-horizons-if-youve-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-85473364</id><published>2002-12-04T04:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T08:59:05.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Three AnnoyancesY'know what annoys me?  I just started working on my 2002 tax spreadsheet.  I'm getting killed with all these taxes!  Yup, the perennial enemies of humanity – death and taxes – annoy me.  In fact, if they held a protest march against death, I'd participate.  I'd also march against taxes, but that's less likely to change anything.I'm also annoyed by people who don't respond to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/85473364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/85473364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2002/12/three-annoyances-yknow-what-annoys-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-85463288</id><published>2002-12-03T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-03T23:20:59.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Fable of the Darkened Street LightsNestled in the charming woods of Highland Park are six 17-story apartment buildings.  This is Mornelle Court, a community of some 3000 residents.The most interesting thing to happen in Mornelle Court recently:  for the past 21 days the street lights have been out.  As week followed week and the darkness continued, I started to wonder if there was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/85463288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/85463288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2002/12/fable-of-darkened-street-lights.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-85257410</id><published>2002-11-29T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-29T11:21:22.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Writing a Blog Can be HardWriting a blog can be hard. Even coming up with a witty title for each blog entry is a challenge, QED.That's not all.  I can't manage, each day, to come up with some news tidbit to flap the unflappable, or a discovery to flabbergast the unflabbergastable, or a lurid tale to scrute the inscrutable.So I see why most bloggers end up returning to the original "Web Log"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/85257410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/85257410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2002/11/writing-blog-can-be-hard-writing-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-85134851</id><published>2002-11-26T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T19:26:28.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Y'know What I Mean?As I observed with great perspicacity in an earlier blog entry, there are a lot of words in the English language.Gee, I sure hope I used the word "perspicacity" right.  If I have my doubts (well, not any more – I just looked it up), isn't it likely that many readers will just "blip" over the word, assuming I know what I'm doing?  If that's the case, why use the word in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/85134851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/85134851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2002/11/yknow-what-i-mean-as-i-observed-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-85034481</id><published>2002-11-24T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-24T22:14:58.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Living la Vida Modem"Modem"?  Who talks about modems, now?  It's all about broadband.  And what's with that Ricky Martin reference!?With so many of us living the frantic pace of "Internet Time" these days, would any self-respecting blogger make reference to anything that happened prior to last Tuesday?Beats me.  Anyway, here's a question:Am I the only one who finds "Ren and Stimpy" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/85034481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/85034481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2002/11/living-la-vida-modem-modem-who-talks.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-84961543</id><published>2002-11-23T02:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-23T02:36:33.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boring Through the EarthImagine a job where all you do all day is stare down a tube.  That's roughly what we ask subway drivers to do.  It must be stultifying, so here in Toronto the management tries to give it a bit of an edge by making them call out the stations."Woodbine is next. Next stop is Woodbine.""Coxwell station. Coxwell.""Next stop, Greenwood.  Greenwood next."It's hardly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/84961543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/84961543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2002/11/boring-through-earth-imagine-job-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-84908299</id><published>2002-11-22T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-22T00:07:37.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Big WhoopSo I was returning from a lecture downtown.  As I approached my apartment building, I spied a copper coin glinting on the road.  Bending over to retrieve it, I remembered the poemSee a pennyPick it upAnd all day longYou'll have good luckI glanced at my watch.  It was 11:59 PM.Oh, wow.  Good luck for the next sixty seconds.  Was the universe mocking me?Actually, as I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/84908299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/84908299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2002/11/big-whoop-so-i-was-returning-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-84805035</id><published>2002-11-20T02:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T02:44:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bandwidth and BandwagonsI said it before, and I'll say it again: physiognomists!Those of you who tuned in on Monday will recall that I tried to increase traffic to my site by mentioning a group that might be trying to find themselves on a search engine.  This has not caused my web site to exceed its bandwidth, however.In recent years, the best trick was to mention Britney Spears.  If you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/84805035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/84805035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2002/11/bandwidth-and-bandwagons-i-said-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-84746020</id><published>2002-11-18T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-18T23:54:09.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hard Water GaitPhysiognomists rejoice!  First, rejoice because you probably don't get mentioned very often in blogs, yet here you are.  Second, rejoice because I have discovered a new mode of human locomotion!Well, new to me, anyhow.  I was reading a article a few years ago that stated that there are three normal ways for people to move forward: walking, running and (added with seeming </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/84746020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/84746020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2002/11/hard-water-gait-physiognomists-rejoice.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794473.post-84681160</id><published>2002-11-17T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T19:40:04.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is HardFuturama was due to air at 7:00 PM, followed by an episode of The Simpsons that I've only seen twice.  But an American football game was still on at 6:55 PM.  They only had five minutes left to play.  How long could that take?Well, it's now 7:37 PM and they're finally getting to the end of the fourth quarter.  Well, at least I'll be able to catch the last 20 minutes of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/84681160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3794473/posts/default/84681160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interabang.blogspot.com/2002/11/life-is-hard-futurama-was-due-to-air.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07569002842717078835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://members.aol.com/timxcampbell/pix/tim125x125.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
