<?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-3598480</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:55:31.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John A. Seafisk Knows Nothing!</title><subtitle type='html'>You need to know, and I know you need to know...you know?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-114932521454760175</id><published>2006-06-03T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T02:00:15.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The other day, "Satellite of Love" by Lou Reed was running through my head.And since my mind seems to be on a cosmic fixation at the moment, I decided to do a little searching at a fantastical site called youtube.For those unfamiliar, youtube has all sorts of fun &amp; sappy &amp; violent &amp; obscure video clips on all sorts of ramdon subjects.  My personal favorite has to be the ending of the 1982 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/114932521454760175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=114932521454760175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/114932521454760175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/114932521454760175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2006/06/other-day-satellite-of-love-by-lou.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-114919581364555929</id><published>2006-06-01T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T14:03:34.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Song running through my head at the moment:"Satellite of Love" by Lou ReedAnd I don't know why.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/114919581364555929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=114919581364555929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/114919581364555929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/114919581364555929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2006/06/song-running-through-my-head-at-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-114530693137491649</id><published>2006-04-17T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T13:50:40.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With just a hint of frogIt's....Monty Python-flavored ice cream</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/114530693137491649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=114530693137491649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/114530693137491649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/114530693137491649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2006/04/with-just-hint-of-frog-its.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-112840476146638605</id><published>2005-10-03T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T22:46:57.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hinterland Who's WhoThe woodchuck is found in open woods and ravines throughout most of Canada and the northeastern United States.A terrestrial day-active animal, the woodchuck hibernates in snowy climes.For more information, contact The Canadian Wildlife Service, Ottawa.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/112840476146638605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=112840476146638605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/112840476146638605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/112840476146638605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2005/10/hinterland-whos-who-woodchuck-is-found.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-112406605578738761</id><published>2005-08-14T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T17:34:15.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The best thing about this news story is the last line.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/112406605578738761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=112406605578738761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/112406605578738761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/112406605578738761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2005/08/best-thing-about-this-news-story-is.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-112365152585793498</id><published>2005-08-09T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T22:25:25.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't recall anyone asking for a "Deuce Bigalow" sequel.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/112365152585793498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=112365152585793498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/112365152585793498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/112365152585793498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-dont-recall-anyone-asking-for-deuce.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-112103686907552594</id><published>2005-07-10T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T16:07:49.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mas Musica!Here's a little something passed along from Jim that's one of those get-to-know-me-better activities:Total volume of music on my computer:23.85 GB (6,622 songs)...and still growing!The last CD I bought:"Unemployment" by Kaiser ChiefsSong playing right now:"Explode and Make Up" by SugarFive songs I listen to a lot, or that mean a lot to me:1. "Wots....uh, the Deal?" by Pink Floyd - a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/112103686907552594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=112103686907552594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/112103686907552594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/112103686907552594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2005/07/mas-musica-heres-little-something.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-111734137763812117</id><published>2005-05-28T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T21:36:17.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good HumourThe other day, being in the supermarket frozen foods section, I bought myself a box of Firecracker pops.  These were the red, white &amp; blue frozen treats I enjoyed as a kid under the consumer name of 'Bomb Pops'.  Of course, the geopolitical climate has changed since then.As I went through the tri-color ice-on-a-stick (but not the whole box in one sitting), I noticed on the sticks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/111734137763812117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=111734137763812117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/111734137763812117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/111734137763812117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2005/05/good-humour-other-day-being-in.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-111303124189903477</id><published>2005-04-09T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T00:20:41.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I'm finally done with the Pepsi/iTunes Free Music Crusade.  It's getting harder to find bottles with the yellow caps, and my more-than-normal consumption of sody-pop is causing my stomach to revolt.  So, here's what I proudly claimed and happily downloaded onto my 'puter:Pixies - Bam ThwokPhil Collins - I Don't Care AnymoreQuiet Riot - Bang Your Head (Metal Health)Judas Priest - You Got </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/111303124189903477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=111303124189903477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/111303124189903477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/111303124189903477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-think-im-finally-done-with.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-111043881561315167</id><published>2005-03-09T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T23:13:35.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My own personal Pepsi/iTunes Free Music Crusade:1 for 4 so far.  Today I tasted defeat thanks to a non-winning Sierra Mist bottle.  Before purchasing, I tried looking through the bottle to see if I could tell what was on the cap underneath...but 'twas to no avail.  And I had a feeling the Sav-On cameras were turning my way, so I bought it after all.  Besides, who am I to deprive PepsiCo of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/111043881561315167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=111043881561315167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/111043881561315167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/111043881561315167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-own-personal-pepsiitunes-free-music.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-111007972548281873</id><published>2005-03-05T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T19:29:33.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Link Math:Napoleon - Emperor &amp; military leader of France.+Alfred Nobel - Inventor of dynamite &amp; establisher of the prizes that bear his name.=Preston, Idaho - setting of the recently-viewed-by-me film "Napoleon Dynamite".Sweet!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/111007972548281873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=111007972548281873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/111007972548281873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/111007972548281873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2005/03/link-math-napoleon-emperor-establisher.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-110941122084211600</id><published>2005-02-26T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T01:47:00.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I actually saw snow on Wednesday.  It was up in the San Gabriel Mountains, the towering peaks northeast of Los Angeles proper.  Driving along the 210 (a.k.a. The Foothill Freeway), I noticed some of the peaks blanketed in white.  This has been due to the recent deluge of precipitaion to fall in the southern California vicinity.The higher-altitude Colorado-esque range beckoned me to take a closer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/110941122084211600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=110941122084211600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/110941122084211600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/110941122084211600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-actually-saw-snow-on-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-110913958827140138</id><published>2005-02-22T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T22:23:31.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After a short (OK, long) hiatus, I resumed movie renting. The 3 I chose (no more, no less) were:Napoleon Dynamite - Good, but kind of an up-in-the-air ending.Shrek II - OK, not as good as the 1st.Anchorman - Much funnier than I thought it would be. I had the same reaction when I first saw "The Brady Bunch Movie".LINK OF THE DAY:Since 'Anchorman' takes place in San Diego, here's the World Famous </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/110913958827140138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=110913958827140138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/110913958827140138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/110913958827140138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2005/02/after-short-ok-long-hiatus-i-resumed.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-110897897890541334</id><published>2005-02-21T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T01:42:58.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DATELINE - LOS ANGELES METROPOLITAN AREA &amp; VICINITYIt's still raining.Streets are flooding.  Massive sinkholes are forming.  Mudslides are sliding.Just the perfect time to have a DSL line installed!With the higher-speed service, not only will porn be downloaded at even faster rates, maybe this will encourage me to start posting on a more regular basis.Like posting LINKS FOR THE DAY.  Like this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/110897897890541334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=110897897890541334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/110897897890541334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/110897897890541334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2005/02/dateline-los-angeles-metropolitan-area.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-110872180880635665</id><published>2005-02-18T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T02:16:48.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chek it:I found Ali G's commencement speech at Harvard:http://www.hbo.com/alig/harvard.htmlRespek.(juts fist out waiting for equal fist-jutting to commence)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/110872180880635665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=110872180880635665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/110872180880635665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/110872180880635665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2005/02/chek-it-i-found-ali-gs-commencement.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-110708465431221682</id><published>2005-01-30T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T03:30:54.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are three known large-capacity pyramid structures in the United States: The Pyramid arena in Memphis, Tennessee; the Luxor Casino in Las Vegas, and the Pyramid sports arena in Long Beach, California.Since I have already visited #2 on my list, this past evening I took a trip to check out #3.  This Pyramid is where the basketball and volleyball squads of Long Beach State compete (at least </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/110708465431221682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=110708465431221682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/110708465431221682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/110708465431221682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2005/01/there-are-three-known-large-capacity.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-110699443810395103</id><published>2005-01-29T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T02:27:18.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is it late January already?  My, how time flies.Let's see, what have I done since my last documented rambling?  Well, I....-Made garlic mashed potatoes &amp; green bean casserole for Thanksgiving dinner-Attended a Chargers-Bucs game with Jim and a co-worker friend of his (more details detailed further down this page)-Drank some Windhoek Lager from Namibia-Helped put out a mini-fire at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/110699443810395103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=110699443810395103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/110699443810395103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/110699443810395103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2005/01/is-it-late-january-already-my-how-time.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-109950865789467548</id><published>2004-11-03T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T11:04:17.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The American public has spoken.And they have said, "Duhhhhhhhhhhhh."As heard in many a classic Warner Brothers cartoon...."You'll be sor-ryyyyy!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/109950865789467548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=109950865789467548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/109950865789467548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/109950865789467548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2004/11/american-public-has-spoken.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-109359166631469408</id><published>2004-08-27T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T00:27:46.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I'm 30.Now what?  Should I be on the lookout for Michael York in a black &amp; gray shirt with a blow dryer?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/109359166631469408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=109359166631469408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/109359166631469408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/109359166631469408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2004/08/so-im-30.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-108820236879747072</id><published>2004-06-25T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T15:27:30.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm very tempted to slide further into credit card debt with the purchase of this.But it's waffer-thin!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/108820236879747072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=108820236879747072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/108820236879747072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/108820236879747072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-very-tempted-to-slide-further-into.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-108752110824083154</id><published>2004-06-17T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T18:11:48.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We all have our droughts.And I'll have a draught.  Guiness Draught, that is.Brilliant!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/108752110824083154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=108752110824083154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/108752110824083154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/108752110824083154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2004/06/we-all-have-our-droughts.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-108371763960477199</id><published>2004-05-04T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T17:44:56.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Pixies @ UC Davis rocked.  Some of the moshing I could have done without, though.  One concertgoer gave me a rude shove with his elbow.  I retured an angry shove to his back.  He flew about 12 feet.Needless to say, no more moshing came my way.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/108371763960477199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=108371763960477199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/108371763960477199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/108371763960477199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2004/05/pixies-uc-davis-rocked.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-108206677297986688</id><published>2004-04-15T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T15:10:05.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't you hate it when it feels like a Friday, but it's only Thursday?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/108206677297986688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=108206677297986688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/108206677297986688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/108206677297986688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2004/04/dont-you-hate-it-when-it-feels-like.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-108149463871937310</id><published>2004-04-09T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T00:14:22.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's amazing that hitting such a small area as a big toe can cause such tremendous pain.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/108149463871937310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=108149463871937310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/108149463871937310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/108149463871937310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2004/04/its-amazing-that-hitting-such-small.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-108071983018797655</id><published>2004-03-30T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T00:00:41.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What I sung to myself today"Idiot Wind" by Bob DylanBecause, some days, it feels like an idiot wind is blowing right in your face.  Usually from the idiots in other cars who CUT YOU OFF *THEN* USE THEIR TURN SIGNAL!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/108071983018797655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=108071983018797655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/108071983018797655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/108071983018797655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2004/03/what-i-sung-to-myself-today-idiot-wind.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-107908522999674273</id><published>2004-03-12T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T01:56:56.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Going Dancin'Congrats to the Eastern Washington Eagles for winning the Big Sky Conference Tournament Championship, thus earning their first-ever trip to the NCAA Tourney.I did not go to Eastern Washington, nor have I even visited the campus in the town of Cheney.  But I like to show support for lesser-known teams that finally achieve such long-awaited goals.  Being an alum of a school still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/107908522999674273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=107908522999674273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/107908522999674273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/107908522999674273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2004/03/going-dancin-congrats-to-eastern.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-107899756332507672</id><published>2004-03-11T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T01:37:01.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lethal CombinationConsumption for the day:12:35 p.m. - Overpriced Tuna Melt &amp; French Fries at Art's Deli3:00 p.m. - One can of Fanta Grape Soda3:55 p.m. - 2nd can of Fanta Grape Soda7:16 p.m. - Bag of Gardetto's Italian Style Snack Mix &amp; pint of Nestle Double Chocolate Milk acquired at Shell gas station right before taking the car to the wash8:10 p.m. - One can of Thai Kitchen Chai Tea (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/107899756332507672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=107899756332507672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/107899756332507672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/107899756332507672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2004/03/lethal-combination-consumption-for-day.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-107812884286501396</id><published>2004-03-01T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T00:17:26.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, Oscar, Oscar, Oscar!The Academy Awards were this evening.  And what did I do about it?I went to a friend's house to watch 'Dirty Dancing'.For a long time, I thought I was the only person in the Los Angeles Metropolitan Area that did not really give two figs about the Oscars.  However, during a drunken conversation in some dimly-lit bar in L.A.'s glittering West Side, someone else </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/107812884286501396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=107812884286501396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/107812884286501396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/107812884286501396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2004/03/oh-oscar-oscar-oscar-academy-awards.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-107758732135018207</id><published>2004-02-23T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T17:51:24.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's raining outside, and I'm coughing inside.I'm suffering a cold, and the wet world surrounding me at the moment isn't helping matters.  What a double-whammy of a waste of a weekend.Luckily, I had the box set of the first season of "What's Happening!!" to keep my spirits up.(Grammatical note: Remember, when referencing this show, always remember there are officially 2 exclamation points </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/107758732135018207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=107758732135018207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/107758732135018207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/107758732135018207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2004/02/its-raining-outside-and-im-coughing.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-107706512603773376</id><published>2004-02-17T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T16:48:01.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An Ice Time At The TheaterI have said before I'm not much of a movie person.  However, last Sunday, I did see 'Miracle', the Walt Disney film based on the 1980 U.S. Olympic Hockey team who beat the feared Soviet Union team and eventually won the gold medal.  And I liked it.Fearful that this was a Disney movie, I was concerned about how sugar-coated and non-believeable this film might be.  But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/107706512603773376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=107706512603773376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/107706512603773376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/107706512603773376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2004/02/ice-time-at-theater-i-have-said-before.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-107584554997680384</id><published>2004-02-03T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T14:01:27.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chew On ThisI saw a TV ad last night for Extra sugar-free gum.  It was about a skydiver who jumps out of a plane.  He's soon followed by an anthropomorphic stick of Extra gum, who jumps out of his pack of gum &amp; falls downwards with the skydiver.What confused me about the stick of gum wasn't the fact that it had eyes &amp; hands &amp; could talk, but the fact that it spoke with a Scottish accent.  "Aye</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/107584554997680384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=107584554997680384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/107584554997680384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/107584554997680384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2004/02/chew-on-this-i-saw-tv-ad-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-107549521278522753</id><published>2004-01-30T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T12:42:39.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last CallBeers I've consumed over the years:CoronaCorona LightHeinekenStella ArtoisBud LightCoors LightAnchor SteamGoose IslandPortland Honey BrewMiller LiteMiller High LifeCerveza PacificoTecateModelo NegroOranjeboomAmstel LightPyramid HefeweisenGordon BierschBJ's Raspberry AleWyder's Pear CiderWyder's Raspberry CiderMorelliNewcastleGuinnessHarpBass AleMolson </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/107549521278522753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=107549521278522753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/107549521278522753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/107549521278522753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2004/01/last-call-beers-ive-consumed-over.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-107541398812652416</id><published>2004-01-29T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T14:09:35.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Consumer AdviceDon't get the chili at Wendy's.Trust me on this one.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/107541398812652416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=107541398812652416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/107541398812652416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/107541398812652416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2004/01/consumer-advice-dont-get-chili-at.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-107533622501486896</id><published>2004-01-28T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T16:33:33.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It Stinks!I was in Hollywood last night, on a quest to locate the newly released DVD set of the Jon Lovitz-starring animated cartoon "The Critic".  Having no luck at my local Best Buy, I scurried over the hills separating the Valley from the, um, non-Valley...destination: Amoeba Music.For those unfamiliar, Amoeba Music is basically the world-largest used CD store.  They have new music, as well</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/107533622501486896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=107533622501486896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/107533622501486896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/107533622501486896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2004/01/it-stinks-i-was-in-hollywood-last.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-107465139685331472</id><published>2004-01-20T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T18:18:35.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uh oh, here comes the boss.  Everybody look busy!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/107465139685331472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=107465139685331472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/107465139685331472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/107465139685331472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2004/01/uh-oh-here-comes-boss.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-107428542407453000</id><published>2004-01-16T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T12:38:57.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Question of the DayShould dwarf tossing be banned in Canada?Read all about it and you decide.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/107428542407453000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=107428542407453000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/107428542407453000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/107428542407453000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2004/01/question-of-day-should-dwarf-tossing.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-107389699771250741</id><published>2004-01-12T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T00:45:04.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All right, so the year isn't off to such a great start blog-wise.  What can I say?Well, here's some of the things that's happened to me within the last blog-free month:-Won a trip to Hawaii via a trivia contest.  It was through something called SportsByBrooks.  Haven't gone yet, since it's for the Pro Bowl.  And I haven't gotten tickets yet.  But it's still nearly a month away, so I might be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/107389699771250741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=107389699771250741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/107389699771250741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/107389699771250741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2004/01/all-right-so-year-isnt-off-to-such.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-107300604098273573</id><published>2004-01-01T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T17:15:34.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, I admit it.  I've done a horrible job of keeping this blog up to date.  As with a lot of activities I've done, I get all excited at first, then slowly but surely lose interest in what it is, whether it be blogwriting, cello playing, eating healthier, improving social interaction, or cleaning.But it's a new year, a new start!  (Of course, I really don't know why the new year begins in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/107300604098273573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=107300604098273573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/107300604098273573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/107300604098273573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2004/01/ok-i-admit-it.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-106949714930309866</id><published>2003-11-22T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T02:33:08.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's 2:30 a.m. on a Friday night.  The wind is howling outside my door.  It whistles down the corridor between my building and the building next door.  I can hear the branches of the trees rustling &amp; ruffling, scraping against the buildings and each other.It's soothing in a way.  If it was anymore soothing, I would not notice the wind at 2:30 a.m. on a Friday night, having finally fallen asleep.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/106949714930309866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=106949714930309866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106949714930309866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106949714930309866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/11/its-230.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-106877300338608781</id><published>2003-11-13T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T17:24:33.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The worst thing you can hear from a girl that you feel like you have a chance with is:"You're a great guy!  You remind me of my brother."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/106877300338608781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=106877300338608781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106877300338608781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106877300338608781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/11/worst-thing-you-can-hear-from-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-106669250763413685</id><published>2003-10-20T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T16:28:27.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm not much of a conversationalist.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/106669250763413685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=106669250763413685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106669250763413685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106669250763413685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/10/im-not-much-of-conversationalist.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-106629097352502423</id><published>2003-10-16T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T00:56:13.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once at college, the cafeteria offered curried goat as one of the lunch entrees.  Normally, I tend to try new and exotic culinary tastes.  However, just a few days eariler, I turned down an opportunity to sample some Brains Marsala.  And judging by the gray appearance of the goat-ish delicacy at the counter, I declined any sampling.Why do I bring up goat-eating?  Oh, no reason.  Ask me again in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/106629097352502423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=106629097352502423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106629097352502423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106629097352502423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/10/once-at-college-cafeteria-offered.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-106504132526197950</id><published>2003-10-01T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T13:48:44.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rush Limbaugh Is A Big, Fat Idiot.And I liked Al Franken's book, too.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/106504132526197950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=106504132526197950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106504132526197950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106504132526197950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/10/rush-limbaugh-is-big-fat-idiot.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-106459954412907709</id><published>2003-09-26T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T11:06:12.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was at a news site today, and the top 3 headlines appeared in the 'entertainment' section:- Singer Robert Palmer dies at 54- Writer George Plimpton dies at 76- Ben Affleck buys truck in GeorgiaSad, really.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/106459954412907709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=106459954412907709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106459954412907709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106459954412907709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/09/i-was-at-news-site-today-and-top-3.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-106444436485689015</id><published>2003-09-24T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T15:59:24.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is anyone else feeling bored?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/106444436485689015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=106444436485689015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106444436485689015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106444436485689015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/09/is-anyone-else-feeling-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-106422163157825096</id><published>2003-09-22T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T02:07:11.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Emmys were on today.I didn't notice.I more or less stopped watching regular television, so I had not real interest or curiosity about who was nominated or who won.  The few shows that I did check out from time to time I now own on DVD, so there's no waiting and scheduling my days around specific programming.I spent the day at Dodger Stadium, watching the Los Angeles Dodgers come from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/106422163157825096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=106422163157825096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106422163157825096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106422163157825096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/09/emmys-were-on-today.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-106339288123460609</id><published>2003-09-12T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T11:54:41.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Johnny Cash AND John Ritter passed away today.I am sad.Maybe a few viewings of the "Family Guy" Volume 2 DVD set will cheer me up.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/106339288123460609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=106339288123460609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106339288123460609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106339288123460609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/09/johnny-cash-and-john-ritter-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-106211491103535313</id><published>2003-08-28T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T16:55:11.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I might as well face it, I'm addicted to DVDsWhen the whole digital video on disc technological breakthrough came about not so long ago, I shrugged my shoulders in a sort-of "feh" kind of way.   I've never been a big TV or movie geek, at least not of most of the offerings Hollywood presents us nowadays.But some strange things started happening.  DVDs featuring shows &amp; film that I actually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/106211491103535313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=106211491103535313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106211491103535313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106211491103535313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-might-as-well-face-it-im-addicted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-106142549331580930</id><published>2003-08-20T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T17:24:53.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*cough, cough**hack, cough, cough*  aahhhhemmmmmmmnnnnnnnn!Darn it, I thought this cold &amp; cough would be gone by now.Guess it's back to Nyquil shots now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/106142549331580930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=106142549331580930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106142549331580930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106142549331580930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/08/cough-cough-hack-cough-cough.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-106123270823251847</id><published>2003-08-18T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T11:51:48.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was a weekend I needed.  Very relaxing, very mellow.  I just hung around the apartment.After a few weeks of running myself ragged work-wise, it was nice to have a mini-break.  Maybe part of the pleasant feeling was due to post-birthday euphoria.It was my birthday on Friday.  Everyone at work wished me a happy birthday, even people I hadn't talked to all week.  I went for a birthday lunch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/106123270823251847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=106123270823251847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106123270823251847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106123270823251847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/08/it-was-weekend-i-needed.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-106097575614903755</id><published>2003-08-15T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T12:29:14.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Getting to know meThe following is a response/reaction to the blog of Trish, a current North Carolinian &amp; future librarian:Courtesy of Green Fairy, there's a trend circling now of questions ala Friday Five, but contributed by your nearest and dearest bloggers.1. If you want to participate, leave a comment saying "interview me." 2. I will respond by asking you five questions - each person's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/106097575614903755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=106097575614903755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106097575614903755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106097575614903755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/08/getting-to-know-me-following-is.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-106090376639086120</id><published>2003-08-14T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T16:33:56.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I own a Playstation 2 game console.  Yet, instead of playing games on it, I've been using it as a DVD player 99.9% of the time.  Someone told me that's what people in Japan do with theirs.And the other day, I purchased through the mail a Kintetsu Buffaloes baseball cap.  I'm in to collecting obscure sports paraphernalia, and a team with the Nippon League in Japan is pretty obscure.And last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/106090376639086120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=106090376639086120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106090376639086120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106090376639086120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-own-playstation-2-game-console.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-106081108733531106</id><published>2003-08-13T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T14:49:31.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A problem with lack of central air conditioning is the concurring lack of sleep one gets during the hot summer months.No rest at night means one can inexplicably doze off doing any sort of taskkkkkkkk......................afibsbdiweaEIkfsbwfresifoaWWDDRR1Wrrip;;;;fih5q55555500000000890qqqqrgeq48i4qui8t...Oops!  Sorry...took a quick nap on my keyboard.I need caffeine.  Where's a good Jolt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/106081108733531106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=106081108733531106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106081108733531106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106081108733531106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/08/problem-with-lack-of-central-air.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-106064880873470242</id><published>2003-08-11T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T17:40:08.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was an OK weekend.  I've been fighting a cold.  I went to a Dodgers-Cubs game.  I went to a BBQ.When I walked into work this morning &amp; sat down, I was overcome by a wave of frustration.  Three different people came by, each with a host of problems.  Then a few more with more problems...dumping all their concerns on my lap.Now I get to stay late once again, trying to solve these problems.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/106064880873470242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=106064880873470242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106064880873470242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106064880873470242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/08/it-was-ok-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-106032958262887751</id><published>2003-08-08T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T00:59:42.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My sore throat has now developed into a congested area in the back of my throat, with some extentions into a stuffy nose.This is a good sign.  This means my body's fighting back, just like the British at the Battle of El Alamein in WW2.  Mucus, although nasty in nature, is a very beneficial defense system for the body.  Once your antibodies &amp; white blood cells &amp; allies begin the push back to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/106032958262887751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=106032958262887751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106032958262887751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106032958262887751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/08/my-sore-throat-has-now-developed-into.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-106012341231565648</id><published>2003-08-05T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T15:43:32.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My throat hurts.  I think I'm catching a cold.This concerns me, because how can I catch a cold when it's 90 degrees &amp; sunny outside?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/106012341231565648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=106012341231565648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106012341231565648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/106012341231565648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/08/my-throat-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-105952867814680382</id><published>2003-07-29T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T18:31:18.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When cooking a frozen deep-dish pizza, make sure the pizza is cooked evenly all the way throughout before removing it from the oven and eating it...even if you're absolutely starving at that point.Otherwise, you'll be sorry all night.  Believe me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/105952867814680382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=105952867814680382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/105952867814680382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/105952867814680382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/07/when-cooking-frozen-deep-dish-pizza.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-105918463656058706</id><published>2003-07-25T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T18:57:16.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes you just want to scream...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Sometimes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/105918463656058706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=105918463656058706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/105918463656058706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/105918463656058706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/07/sometimes-you-just-want-to-scream.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-105907779030775486</id><published>2003-07-24T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T13:16:30.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, dear me, I've just been too busy to write anything!  Heaven's sake, there's just isn't enough time in the day to get everything you want done!  Mercy me, I need to have me a sit-down.But I did find time to purchase The Monkees Season 1 DVD box set.  32 episodes &amp; a few interesting extras.  A very good purchase...with the only drawback being that I don't know if I have the patience to wait </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/105907779030775486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=105907779030775486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/105907779030775486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/105907779030775486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/07/oh-dear-me-ive-just-been-too-busy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-105830512646186299</id><published>2003-07-15T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T14:38:46.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's too hot to think.  But I'll try anyway.Barry White's dead.  I feel sad.Strom Thurmond's dead.  I don't feel as sad.The sites I read that I don't mind giving free advertising for are The Onion and Mr. Cranky.Minor league baseball is much more fun than Major League Baseball.I really don't care what's on TV tonight.Alcohol is a social drink; it should never be a solitary drink.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/105830512646186299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=105830512646186299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/105830512646186299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/105830512646186299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/07/its-too-hot-to-think.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-105748187518291559</id><published>2003-07-06T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T01:57:54.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy 4th of July *burp*I have done my part to celebrate the independence of our great nation of ours by ingesting a heroic quantity of barbecued meat over the holiday weekend.  Burgers, sausage, steak, hot dogs, chicken, turkey....there was nary a widely-consumed mammal or poultry that I did not taste.And now, I plan to round out my celebration of the good ol' U. S. of A. with an equally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/105748187518291559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=105748187518291559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/105748187518291559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/105748187518291559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/07/happy-4th-of-july-burp-i-have-done-my.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-105704381167127418</id><published>2003-07-01T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T01:50:58.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TemptingTonight on Cinemax, they're showing "Sinful Temptations".  At the exact same time on More Max, they're showing "Wicked Temptations".What would you do?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/105704381167127418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=105704381167127418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/105704381167127418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/105704381167127418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/07/tempting-tonight-on-cinemax-theyre.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-95990011</id><published>2003-06-24T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T12:01:46.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Helping Our Four-Footed FriendsI'm not sure if this site is a scam or not, but it seems pretty legit.  No, I don't mean this blog (because, in fact, this site here is the final level of a massive pyramid scheme involving Nigerian e-mails).I'm referring to The Animal Rescue Site.  The way it works is that when you visit the site &amp; click on the button, you'll be helping donate 6 bowls of food to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/95990011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=95990011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/95990011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/95990011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/06/helping-our-four-footed-friends-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-95773632</id><published>2003-06-17T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T18:17:12.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Getting PersonalI've noticed that the personals sections of The Onion and Fark are exactly the same.I knew this FCC de-regulation would cause trouble!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/95773632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=95773632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/95773632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/95773632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/06/getting-personal-ive-noticed-that.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-95530715</id><published>2003-06-10T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T18:53:09.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With Friendsters Like These...Upon the advice of a few friends, I signed up with this website friendster.com.  The idea of this site is to broaden your friendship horizons by meeting friends of friends, friends of friends of friends, friends of friends of friends of friends....and so on.  People are inter-connected through their own 'personal network', where you can look at someone's profile and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/95530715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=95530715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/95530715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/95530715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/06/with-friendsters-like-these.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-95486114</id><published>2003-06-09T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T17:06:50.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks, Blogger!  (#1)I had recently typed up a great blog entry about going to the Arclight Theatre in L.A. and seeing the film "Wattstax".  However, when I tried to post, blogger.com went off the air, so to speak.  I was given that 'this website cannot be found' error message.The crushing blow of this sad realization had wilted my desire to re-type the whole thing.  So basically, to sum up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/95486114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=95486114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/95486114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/95486114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/06/thanks-blogger-1-i-had-recently-typed.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-95311102</id><published>2003-06-04T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T19:20:08.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BandwagonesqueGo Ducks!I admit I'm not a die-hard fan of the Mighty Ducks of Anaheim, but I do enjoy ice hockey.  And I always root for the team who isn't supposed to win.  (This is not too difficult, as I am a graduate of Northwestern University.)At first, I was amused &amp; kind of proud of the Ducks for sweeping the Detroit Red Wings in the first round.  Then I found myself a good spot on the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/95311102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=95311102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/95311102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/95311102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/06/bandwagonesque-go-ducks-i-admit-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-95103938</id><published>2003-05-30T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T18:25:50.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just Got Back From a Vegas ShowI just returned from a week spent in Las Vegas, Nevada.  Not literally spent, since I did not have much chance to do any gambling....for I was not there on vacation, I was there to work on a play.The play is called "The Godfaddah Workout".  Basically, it is a one-man show in which the one man re-enacts scenes from the film "The Godfather".  He plays all the parts</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/95103938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=95103938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/95103938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/95103938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/05/just-got-back-from-vegas-show-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-94661037</id><published>2003-05-20T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T18:17:23.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bowled OverI went bowling last night.  Not just out of the blue - I was invited for a friend's impromptu birthday celebration.  We went to a bowling alley connected with an ice rink I occasionally visit to play broomball.My scores for the 3 games were 93, 139, 124.  A few strikes here, a few gutter balls there, I was overall pleased with my perfomance.  PBA Tour, here I come!The only thing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/94661037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=94661037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/94661037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/94661037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/05/bowled-over-i-went-bowling-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-94476810</id><published>2003-05-16T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T17:09:31.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Movie TimeI'm going to go see 'Martix: Reloaded' this evening.  Now, this statement should cause a lot of concern &amp; confusion to you dear readers.  And here's why:1.  I never attend movies.  I, on average, usually attend about 2 or 3 cinema outings a year.  And the few times I actually go to see a film, it's usually one of those 'independent' films playing at 'art house' theaters - 'Porn Star:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/94476810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=94476810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/94476810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/94476810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/05/movie-time-im-going-to-go-see-martix.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-94288343</id><published>2003-05-13T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T14:23:07.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Slightly Ribald JokeAn elderly man went to see his doctor.  "Doc, you gotta help me!" he said.  "It's my sex drive.""What about it?" asked the doctor.The man replied, "I want you to lower it."The doctor was taken off-guard by this request.  He looked at the man, who was in poor health and had a nasty cough.  The doctor asked, "Come again?"The man said again, "I want you to lower it."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/94288343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=94288343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/94288343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/94288343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/05/slightly-ribald-joke-elderly-man-went.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-94193162</id><published>2003-05-12T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T02:16:28.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now I Have An ExcuseI finally received my 'Family Guy' DVD box set.  I can watch my television set again at any time, as opposed to waiting until 11:30 p.m. Sunday through Thursday on Cartoon Network.  Then again, the episodes that are scheduled for this week are not featured in the box set.Well, guess the VCR gets to keep it's job for a little while.I shall now wrap up this very short blog </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/94193162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=94193162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/94193162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/94193162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/05/now-i-have-excuse-i-finally-received.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-94064280</id><published>2003-05-09T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T10:54:50.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I probably should have put some kind of viewer advisory on the last post, since the subject matter was for more mature audiences.Then I bet even more people would read it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/94064280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=94064280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/94064280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/94064280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/05/i-probably-should-have-put-some-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-94002573</id><published>2003-05-08T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T10:52:40.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An Open Letter To Those Who Use Men's Public RestroomsHow hard is it not to pee on the toilet seats?  Don't you realise how disgusting that is?  What is so difficult about lifting the seat up when doing Number One?  Have you no consideration to those of us who need to do Number Two?  Do you think we want to sit in your urine?  Do you think we want to waste precious valuable time cleaning up the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/94002573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=94002573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/94002573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/94002573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/05/open-letter-to-those-who-use-mens.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-93936763</id><published>2003-05-07T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T10:03:21.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Has anyone else stopped watching 'The Simpsons' on a regular basis?  It's as if Matt Groening, Fox &amp; co. no longer care.Well, neither do I.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/93936763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=93936763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/93936763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/93936763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/05/has-anyone-else-stopped-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-93824606</id><published>2003-05-05T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T14:47:49.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still waiting to get my hands on the 'Family Guy' DVD box set.  At least it would give me a better excuse as to my lack of postings here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/93824606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=93824606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/93824606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/93824606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/05/still-waiting-to-get-my-hands-on.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-93623922</id><published>2003-05-01T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T17:11:12.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>John Seafisk's 114th DreamLast night, I had a dream.  Technically, everybody has dreams when they sleep, except not everyone remembers them or they're too dull &amp; boring to be worth remembering.  Was mine worth remembering?  You be the judge:It began at a motel near a mountainous desert region, maybe Arizona or the Mojave.  A group of us were about to leave for a hiking expedition, and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/93623922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=93623922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/93623922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/93623922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/05/john-seafisks-114th-dream-last-night-i.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-93100349</id><published>2003-04-23T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T01:15:54.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Je Suis Un ReactionaryI realize why I have trouble posting to my log on a regular basis.  Days go by without my brain uncapable of adding to my electronic journal/diary/notebook....yet, I do quite well in adding comments to other people's blogs.I've concluded that I am not a man of action.I am a man of reaction.Even in normal conversations with folks (or 'real time', for you computer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/93100349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=93100349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/93100349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/93100349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/04/je-suis-un-reactionary-i-realize-why-i.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-92730481</id><published>2003-04-16T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T11:52:25.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Can't Get It Out Of My HeadDo you ever get a song in your head out of nowhere?  I don't mean a song you just heard a few seconds ago on the radio receiver or compact disc playing device....I mean a song that you haven't heard in weeks or months or years or decades, and all of the sudden it just pops into your noggin.And you get a mini-playlist of random styles &amp; genres going on in your brain</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/92730481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=92730481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/92730481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/92730481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/04/i-cant-get-it-out-of-my-head-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-92543726</id><published>2003-04-13T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T14:43:45.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quit playing that damn song!I am now permanently annoyed with 2 specific musical selections - "What I Like About You" by The Romantics, and "All-Star" by Smash Mouth.Why am I annoyed?  Because these 2 songs always seem to appear on every TV ad and movie trailer in existance.  I have lost count of how many businesses have chosen to use 'What I Like About You' in their commercials.  I've heard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/92543726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=92543726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/92543726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/92543726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/04/quit-playing-that-damn-song-i-am-now.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-92441259</id><published>2003-04-11T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T11:02:37.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel quite tired lately.  Can't get to sleep at night...can't wake up in the morning.  I must be on Tokyo time...which would be fine, if I lived in Tokyo.I wonder if they're hiring?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/92441259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=92441259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/92441259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/92441259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/04/i-feel-quite-tired-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-92398756</id><published>2003-04-10T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T18:56:32.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm finding myself caring less and less.I'm not depressed....just uninterested.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/92398756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=92398756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/92398756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/92398756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/04/im-finding-myself-caring-less-and-less.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-92231791</id><published>2003-04-08T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T10:10:58.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yo!  How's it hangin'?I'm soaking up the Internet like a sponge!Mmm, good cheesesteak!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/92231791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=92231791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/92231791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/92231791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/04/yo-hows-it-hangin-im-soaking-up.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-92002806</id><published>2003-04-04T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T12:35:32.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just A Headline Today, No Blog Entry Available --- I Couldn't Think Of Anything To Say Or Chatter About At The Moment</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/92002806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=92002806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/92002806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/92002806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/04/just-headline-today-no-blog-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-91866476</id><published>2003-04-02T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T13:02:35.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Words That No Longer Have Any Meaning For MeBreaking News.Alternative Music.Controversial Subject.Special Report.Government of the people, by the people, for the people.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/91866476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=91866476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/91866476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/91866476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/04/words-that-no-longer-have-any-meaning.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-91445878</id><published>2003-03-26T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T16:45:03.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Celebrity SigningI saw Ron Jeremy yesterday.  For those unfamiliar with the name, Ron is a well-kown adult film star who has spent the past 20 or so years in the industry.  Within that span, he has gotten overweight &amp; lost some hair, but still has maintained the prime reason why he's still working hard.  (You can figure out what I'm talking about by the clue word 'hard'.)Ron has become an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/91445878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=91445878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/91445878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/91445878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/03/celebrity-signing-i-saw-ron-jeremy.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-91313296</id><published>2003-03-24T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T16:58:37.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Questions others have asked and I sometimes wonder aboutWhat if the Hokey-Pokey really IS what it's all about?Why do your park in a driveway, but drive in a parkway?If I eat sunflower seeds, will sunflowers be growing from my stomach?Won't you be my neighbor?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/91313296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=91313296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/91313296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/91313296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/03/questions-others-have-asked-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-91271805</id><published>2003-03-24T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T10:22:26.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's 2 a.m.on a Sunday night/Monday morning, and I cannot sleep.  Like most people, I need to be in a work environment in about 7 hours.  If I cannot get some needed rest, I will not be in a chipper mood come 9 o'clock.Why is it I'm suffering from this insomnia?  Is it because of what's going on in the world?  Is it because of something more introspective within the depths of my soul?  Is it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/91271805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=91271805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/91271805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/91271805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/03/its-2.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-91153839</id><published>2003-03-21T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T16:22:01.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Drat!  I had Weber State going to the Sweet Sixteen.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/91153839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=91153839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/91153839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/91153839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/03/drat-i-had-weber-state-going-to-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-91073673</id><published>2003-03-20T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T10:56:21.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When something is bothering or annoying you, it's best to take steps to confronting this annoyance, and, as Barney Fife would say, 'nip it in the bud!'  When there is someone nearby who is being too loud, you tell them to be quiet.  When there is a mosquito buzzing around your head while you're trying to sleep, you get up and kill it.  When you have a headache, you take aspirin.This approach </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/91073673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=91073673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/91073673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/91073673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/03/when-something-is-bothering-or.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-90940441</id><published>2003-03-18T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T11:31:19.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you're looking for intelligent &amp; thought-provoking conversation and discussion, an Internet message board is not the place to go.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/90940441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=90940441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/90940441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/90940441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/03/if-youre-looking-for-intelligent.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-90817044</id><published>2003-03-16T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T18:36:59.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The media profession is a lot like the law profession....both make a living out of other people's fears &amp; misery.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/90817044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=90817044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/90817044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/90817044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/03/media-profession-is-lot-like-law.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-90672907</id><published>2003-03-13T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T14:48:31.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ever drink a Pepsi while eating Pop Rocks?  It's not something I recommend.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/90672907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=90672907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/90672907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/90672907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/03/ever-drink-pepsi-while-eating-pop.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-90603619</id><published>2003-03-12T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T11:50:14.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You can pick your friends, you can pick your nose....but it takes a true friend to let you pick their nose.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/90603619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=90603619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/90603619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/90603619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/03/you-can-pick-your-friends-you-can-pick.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-90470945</id><published>2003-03-10T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T11:01:02.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm currently experiencing technical difficulties with my archived posts.  Basically, Blogger won't let me update them.It's a shame, really.  I had some memorable stuff in thoses previous ramblings.  Wish I could remember what they were.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/90470945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=90470945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/90470945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/90470945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/03/im-currently-experiencing-technical.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-90317106</id><published>2003-03-07T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T11:42:02.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ow, my head.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/90317106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=90317106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/90317106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/90317106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/03/ow-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-90145169</id><published>2003-03-04T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T11:23:07.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fun With Word Fridge MagnetsI know some people have magnetic poetry sets on their refrigerators.  You have these small magnets, each with a word or piece of punctuation, and you arrange them or re-arrange them in any order in the hopes of creating some poems or sonnets or what have you.A recent purchase I made is similar to this activity.  Instead of buying a poetry kit, I bought The Onion's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/90145169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=90145169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/90145169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/90145169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/03/fun-with-word-fridge-magnets-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-90083060</id><published>2003-03-03T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T17:40:21.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't you hate it when you have a really great idea, but when you finally find some kind of writing utensil, you forget what your idea was?Doesn't that just suck?Well, doesn't it????</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/90083060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=90083060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/90083060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/90083060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/03/dont-you-hate-it-when-you-have-really.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-89925551</id><published>2003-02-28T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T14:42:40.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uh oh, I'm on a sugar high after lunch.  Darn those 44oz Dr Peppers!   Darn darn darn darn darn darn darn darn darn!  (stomping foot &amp; making whole room shake, a la Herman Munster)Being on a sugar high is similar to being drunk, except you're heading in the opposite direction of reaction.  When plastered, you talk slower, think slower, and do not act like your normal sober self.  When sugared </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/89925551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=89925551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/89925551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/89925551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/02/uh-oh-im-on-sugar-high-after-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. Seafisk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09843109615869588540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598480.post-89796648</id><published>2003-02-26T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T13:50:35.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I was at my local Boston Market the other day for lunch....which seems slightly odd, since I thought they declared bankruptcy.  Anyway, as I waited for my Boston Carver combo, a guy in his early twenties in a short sleeve dress shirt &amp; tie approached me.  He turns to me and asks, "Are you a programmer?"He explains that I look like a programmer, with my long hair &amp; beard and the fact is that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/feeds/89796648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3598480&amp;postID=89796648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/89796648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3598480/posts/default/89796648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seafisk.blogspot.com/2003/02/so-i-was-at-my-local-boston-market.html' title=''/><author><name>John A. 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