<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12980119</id><updated>2009-08-14T08:35:01.846+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Who the fuck needs a title?</title><subtitle type='html'>A little thing about the little things in life. - Updated whenever the fuck I feel like it!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>simply not edible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03232014012510520514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>273</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12980119.post-348538344876720171</id><published>2008-01-14T17:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T18:16:40.101+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Fuckfest</title><content type='html'>Yes. I haven't updated this thing in, like, aeons. I know. Then again, I've been busy doing other stuff. It happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had a messy day, and am now sitting here borer. What better way to treat this than by messing up my personal bit of webspace in ways only I can think of. And when I say only me, I actually mean, every blogger out there tying their hardest to get rid of their boredom. I say, write a rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only, yeah, what about, really. I can't write about work (NDA and all), and I can't bitch about a lot of stuff yo may find in the least interesting - like how my wireless keyboard has a short delay and has the tendency to swallow letters, making the posting of this  post last longer than I'd like it to be - as that would be boring. So here's a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bunch tell me what you want to hear. I'll answer as much as I can, but I will not guarantee an answer you will like. It might not even be remotely useful. But helping people is tiring - I do it all day long - and sometimes you just want to go mad and let loose, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pretty much anything goes. I'll answer. Just don't expect the cure for cancer, sure-fire stock exchange tips, or the answer to the meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two ways to do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My e-mail below this thingy (yeah, I know, never hand out e-mails... Die, good advice! DIE!), or the comments. Pick one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12980119-348538344876720171?l=simply-not-edible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/feeds/348538344876720171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12980119&amp;postID=348538344876720171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/348538344876720171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/348538344876720171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/2008/01/celebrity-fuckfest.html' title='Celebrity Fuckfest'/><author><name>simply not edible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03232014012510520514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05448171070046283654'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12980119.post-1128841240993978281</id><published>2007-04-02T23:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T22:15:51.556+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's post!</title><content type='html'>Long time no post. Yes. Yes, indeed. Yarrrr, even. Ahem... Got carried away there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to reveal my new occupation, I just figured. For those that haven't seen my profile, anyways. Well, maybe at the end of this post or something. I wouldn't want you to run away on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a hell of a lot of spare time, these days. Work, hobby's, and an attempt at something that looks vaguely like a social life means that I don't have a lot of time on my hands. Add to that the fact that a lot of the time I do have on said hands is spent moving stuff around right now, and you might possibly be prepared to imagine that I'm pretty much, well, shat, to say it bluntly. *dunno why people insist on using pooped, but hey*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I'm gently trying to realign myself so that I fall nicely in my own little rhythm. I still have a trick up my sleeve as far as that spare time-thing is concerned, so, Incas of Emergency, I can always do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, and, you know, stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Necwomancew is turning out nice and evil. *whoopsie - giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's my first character to outright murder someone. And that on a Wednesday! My previous Wednesday was all about not doing anything violent. Sure is a change to go for the deranged necro hunting for ultimate arcane power, but the big question is: will the party survive being around me for long enough? I need to turn them into undead, but not just yet... I want to do that myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great stuff, though, the little guy has absolutely no social life but for his cat. Sweet. I now have a character who has an excuse to not do something when he doesn't agree with it. Or do something when no-one else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on track, though. Life and stuff based off it. Yes, that is what people want, not some random mumbling about a roleplaying character. Even if he happens to be Evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job: I work for the government now. It's technically temp, but still, it's work. For the tax-agency, no less. But not that I'm actively collecting money, no, if only it were so. No, I'm on the dispencing side of it, making sure that people get their rightful cut of income-dependent-fundings. Call 'em the Robin Hood of taxes, taking from the high incomes and redistributing among the low-life, good for nothing pieces of... Oh, sorry, I meant to say, of course, the needy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so much for today's update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12980119-1128841240993978281?l=simply-not-edible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/feeds/1128841240993978281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12980119&amp;postID=1128841240993978281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/1128841240993978281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/1128841240993978281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/2007/04/todays-post.html' title='Today&apos;s post!'/><author><name>simply not edible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03232014012510520514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05448171070046283654'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12980119.post-8331262175218112473</id><published>2007-01-27T23:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T22:40:53.487+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Random fans hitting shit - or something like that.</title><content type='html'>What is this day supposed to taste like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New job coming up soon! Woohoo! More details as the specifics come up - also known as later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm saddened that Roshni is nearing the end of her current campaign. She just got herself a nice little pet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a new campaign coming, though, and Thanatos is going to fill her space. He is a Necromancer, and a weird one at that. Hey, it takes all kinds, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have a cookie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12980119-8331262175218112473?l=simply-not-edible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/feeds/8331262175218112473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12980119&amp;postID=8331262175218112473&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/8331262175218112473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/8331262175218112473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/2007/01/random-fans-hitting-shit-or-something.html' title='Random fans hitting shit - or something like that.'/><author><name>simply not edible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03232014012510520514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05448171070046283654'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12980119.post-1938396508873286833</id><published>2007-01-11T23:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T22:58:31.627+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiki's Delivery Service</title><content type='html'>Mghblêah! I know, I just don't feel like much right now. Rhythm totally wrecked from France trip, rough weekend coming up, etcetera ad infinitam. Should be doing some stuff around here, though. Been way too long, really. Oh well, fuck it, here goes the llama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wii.  I've been hogging it since December 8th. It's great -  all you could have wanted from it, so far. Wii Sports is great fun, better than I expected. Super Monkey Ball is fun to do, although still hard as a diamond-encrusted piece of granite, Rayman is okay in short bursts, Zelda is either proof that I've played too many Zelda titles or that I should have been playing in a different language, though - not all that much of a challenge. Great fun, yes, but difficult? Hardly, I'm sad to remark. Red Steel had me fighting with the 'mote, Wii Play is, in the end, only a tech-demo. All that, I would say, makes for a while in gaming, considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's the Virtual Console. Don't even try to get me started on that, now. The potential is endless, and a good start has been made - already available are Super Mario Bros., the original Legend of Zelda, Sonic, and that's not even mentioning stuff like SimCity and the like. And lest I forget, the 5-player wonder that is Bomberman '93 - the most active multiplayer game on my Wii is, indeed, a retro title. I'd say that's proof enough that Nintendo were on to something here. Now the wait is just for Super Mario Kart. I mean that literally, though, as in, I want the original, which is, of course, still by far and large, The Best Mario Kart Ever. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, well, just, you know, stuff. Shit all over, large piles of junk scraping through my cranial area disturbing the peas, and stuff, you know. Just a big mushy mess and all. You know. Bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that whole winter-depression-thing got here after all - even though I've barely seen anything close to winter so far this year, or the end of last. That is, by the commonly enforced calendar, that is. I have seen fucking monsoon, though, and guess what, I even voluntarily peddled through it's infernal dribble today. Pun fully, thoroughly, and obnoxiously intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't slept last night. Went roleplaying immediately when home from France, back in town at 00:30, back in home at 02:30. Caught up on my dormant internet shit, messed around, haunted some of my usuals for the first in a week, you know, the usual. Horizontally teleplanted myself in the general direction of some VG-store in the morn, only to be wetter upon arrival as is usually the case in these extreme windy rainfall moments. Still, I could all but sail there, which at least should count for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank Her Hooved Holiness, the Invisible Pink Unicorn, for Kawaii radio, though, as I would have gone insane without it's consistent support these past 20-minus-the-time-away-hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12980119-1938396508873286833?l=simply-not-edible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/feeds/1938396508873286833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12980119&amp;postID=1938396508873286833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/1938396508873286833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/1938396508873286833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/2007/01/kikis-delivery-service.html' title='Kiki&apos;s Delivery Service'/><author><name>simply not edible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03232014012510520514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05448171070046283654'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12980119.post-4191714813335451199</id><published>2006-12-28T23:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T19:40:27.091+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Spam FTW!</title><content type='html'>All right. Here goes: The dissection of a spam e-mail. Note that I changed nothing, only added comments. You can recognize those easily. They're the parts not shouted out loud (i.e. CAPS LOCK) as if being read to the hard of hearing. Oh, and it's the parts that have actual interpunction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR OF THE ACCOUNTS AND RECORDS DEPT.&lt;br /&gt;AFRICAN DEVELOPMENT BANK&lt;br /&gt;OUAGADOUGOU, BURKINA FASO,&lt;br /&gt;WEST AFRICA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. The African Development Bank, I'll be damned. They were founded in 1964, to help social and economic development in African countries. Wonder what on Earth they need me for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR SIR,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it got the gender right. That's an improvement over some, but it still lacks a name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM PLEASED TO WRITE AND INTRODUCE MYSELF AS THE ABOVE DIRECTOR INCHARGE OF&lt;br /&gt;RECORDS AND ACCOUNTS OF THIS BANKING INSTITUTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pleased to write too. It's been a while, and I should have done it more often. But I have already introduced myself - in fact, you seem to know me, otherwise you wouldn't have contacted me. Now, remind me, what was your name again? The Above Director? Is that a regular African name? And you're "incharge", aren't you? What's that? My &lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com/"&gt;dictionary&lt;/a&gt; doesn't recognize it, although it does give some interesting alternatives. Enlarge? 19-inch rack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I appreciate your pointing out it being of this banking institution. You just capslocked it as me a short while ago, so surely, I must have forgotten what you were talking about already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY REASON OF WRITING THIS LETTER TO YOU IS IN CONNECTION WITH A VERY&lt;br /&gt;LUCRATIVE BUSINESS AT HAND WHICH I BELIEVE THAT YOU MIGHT BE INTERESTED IN DOING WITH ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very lucrative business? Wow! Golly, sure, I'm interested. I always want to talk business with people sending me mail in a style which puts 9-year olds that use it in a very specific box aptly named "ignore".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WRITE WITHOUT THE LEAST INTENTION OF BRINGING ANY EMBARRASEMENT TO YOU, THIS IS NO JOKE SO PLEASE TREAT EVERY LINE OF IT WITH UTMOST SERIOUSNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, trust me, I will. Do you see me laughing? I don't even know what a sense of humour is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUSTING IN YOUR GOOD INTENTION TO ELEVATE YOUR SOCIAL STANDARD ,I THEREFORE ASK YOU TO READ MY LETTER VERY CAREFULLY BEFORE THROWING IT INTO THE DUST BIN OR REPLYING TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, how would you know about my low social standards? Where are you asking me to elevate them to, anyway? To a point where I start capslocking too? And where's the fun in replying if I have to read it very carefully before I do so. On top of that, why do you think I would waste the paper needed to print out this mail if only to throw it in the dustbin? Besides, you don't throw paper in the dustbin, it goes on the old paper pile. How's that for social standards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTLY,I LIKE TO SOLICIT YOUR CONFIDENTIALITY FOR A NONDISCLOSURE OF ANY PART OF THE CONTENTS OF THIS LETTER WHICH IF YOU DO WILL AUTOMATICALLY RUINS ALL OUR EFFORTS TO ACHIEVE SUCCESS .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, no-one reads my blog anymore anyways. However, I find it surprising that if I do this nondisclosure thingy of yours, it will automatically ruins all our efforts. First of all because you suddenly hop from singular to plural, of course, but that's not all. The part that puzzles me most is how I have to shout it from the rooftops for it to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM ASSURING YOU THAT I HAVE GOOD FAITH IN THIS BUSINESS AND WILL BE OF MUTUAL BENEFIT TO BOTH OF US AS LONG AS WE MAINTAIN STRICT CONFIDENTIALITY OF THE BUSINESS AND DO NOT DEVELOP IDEAS OF DISHONESTY TOWARDS EACH OTHER WHEN MONEY IS ON THE TABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what? I think I agree here, although I probably missed whatever the hell it was you're trying to say. Just smile and nod politely, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM WRITING THIS LETTER TO ASK FOR YOUR FAVOUR TO ASSIST ME TO CARRY OUT A BUSINESS VENTURE WITH MY GOODSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's your Goodself? Is it like a father? And why would I - a simple guy over in that Asian peninsula - help you - "DIRECTOR OF THE ACCOUNTS AND RECORDS DEPT.&lt;br /&gt;AFRICAN DEVELOPMENT BANK" - in a business venture? Isn't that, like, &lt;i&gt;your job?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WORK IN A VERY SENSITIVE DEPARTMENT OF THE ABOVE BANK WHERE I WATCH PEOPLES BANKING RECORDS AND ACCOUNT ON A DAILY BASIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do stuff with books, am looking for something else, and roleplay three nights a week. I'm glad we're getting to know one another here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN MY LINE OF DUTY, I HAVE BEEN WATCHING A VERY HUGE SUMS OF MONEY WHICH HAVE BEEN LYING DORMANT SINCE THE YEAR 2000 AGAINST BANKING LAWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be a busy job if you can spend 6 years watching money do nothing. And if that money is acting against banking laws, why don't you do something about it? I suggest sueing it for breaking said laws or something - it might just be a stupid idea, but then again, what do I know of banking - or law? As I said, that's &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SUM IS ($28M USD.("TWENTY EIGHT MILLION UNITED STATE DOLLARS ),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you spelled it out for me - my limited intellectual capacity might not have grasped the full extent of it otherwise. However, you forgot one thing: how much is that in Euro's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS AMOUNT IS IN OUR BANK'S VAULT; MONEY THAT ONCE BELONG TO ONE ASIA AMERICAN MINERALS BUSINESS DEALER WHO WAS ASSASSINATED ALONG WITH HIS WIFE IN THEIR HOTEL SUITE AT KATANGA IN THE DEMOCRATIC REUBLIC OF CONGO WHERE HE AND HIS WIFE WERE ON A BUSINESS TRIP TO BUY DIAMONDS FROM THE LOCAL REBEL TRADERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, as in actual cash? I'm sorry, I haven't seen that in a while, dealing mostly with the virtual variant myself. I also noticed that you're able of giving me very specific details of the previous owner of said money. Almost enough for someone who wants to to go and check out the background story. Hell, you seem to know so much about it - are you sure you don't have anything to do with their untimely demise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DEAD COUPLES DOES NOT SEEM TO HAVE ANY KNOWN FAMILY LEFT BEHIND TO CLAIM THEIR MONEY UNDER THIS CIRCUMSTANCE. THEY HAD LIVED IN AFRICA FOR 23 YEARS; THEY MAY HAVE LOST THEIR PARENTAL BACKGROUND CONTACT AND FAMILY CONNECTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard living in Africa has that effect on people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINCE WE HEARD OF HIS DEATH, WE HAVE BEEN EXPECTING A NEXT-OF-KIN TO COME OVER TO PUT FORWARD HIS/HER CLAIMS AS THE BENEFICIARY TO THE DECEASED MAN'S FUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's this "we" you're talking about all of a sudden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, THIS HAS NOT HAPPENED AND NO ONE HAS SINCE COME FORWARD OR EVEN WROTE A LETTER TO US TO LAY CLAIM ON THE MILLIONS LAYING IDLE IN OUR BANK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me terminate this never-ending-phrase right here. Did you just tell me that not only no-one has claimed the money, but on top of that, no-one hasclaimed the money? Wow, talk about shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT ANY ADENTIFIED LIVING OWNER AND THIS FUND BY LAW SHOULD BE SOON TRANSFERED TO THE CENTRAL BANK FOR THE USE OF GOVERNMENT, UNLESS SOMEONE APPLY OFFICIALLY TO CLAIM THIS SUM AS THE NEXT-OF-KIN .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"adentified"? Another word not included in my dicto. What's this transfer to central bank for government use deal anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM WILLING TO GIVE 30% TO THE FOREIGN PARTNER AND ADDITIONAL 10% FOR ALL HIS MINOR EXPENCES WITH YOUR LAWYER WHO SHALL BY LAW REPRESENT YOU IN SIGNING ALL DOCUMENTS DURING THE PROCESSING OF THE SAID AMOUNT TO YOUR BANK ACCOUNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the "foreign partner"? What does he have to do with my lawyer? And wouldn't Are you proposing me to sign as next-of-kin? Why don't you just say so? And wouldn't that require me to be of Asian descent if it was to be at all believable? On top of that, that's not very high on the social standard side of things, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE NOTE THAT WHILE THE TRANSFER WILL BE IN PROGRESS, WE CANNOT TAKE OUT A SINGLE CENT FROM THAT AMOUNT OR AUTHORISE THE BANK TO PAY ANY PERSON FROM THE SAID AMOUNT UNTIL THE FULL TRANSFER HAS BEEN DONE AND PROCEEDS SENT DIRECTLY TO YOUR NOMINATED BANK ACCOUNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm... I don't know, isn't that how banks usually work anyways? Correct me if I'm wrong here, I have no experience in banking, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SHALL THEREFORE HAVE TO FIND THE MEANS TO SETTLE YOUR BILLS WITH YOUR LAWYER UNTIL YOU RECEIVE THE MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll have no trouble of convincing my lawyer to just do this for me for free. We're close like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE THAT THIS WILL BE VIEWED IN THE CONTEXT OF A FAIR DEAL AGREEABLE TO BOTH OF US IN THE BUSINESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you're the one in the business. I don't work in banking. Or do you mean there are only two people in the world of banking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE, INDICATE YOUR INTEREST TO BE MY PARTNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I barely know ye, good sir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THIS BUSINESS IF YOU WILL,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sorry, my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN YOUR REPLY TO THIS LETTER,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is if I decide not to dump it in the dustbin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL THEN SEND YOU A TEXT OF APPLICATION LETTER TO APPLY AS THE LEGAL NEXT OF KIN OF THIS MONEY;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next of kin of the money? Does that mean I have to prove ties to Benjamin Franklin, Ulysses S. Grant, Andrew Jackson, Alexander Hamilton, Abraham Lincoln, Thomas Jefferson and George Washington?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A TEXT THAT YOU WILL FILL IN THE BLANKS AND SUBMIT TO THE APPROPRIATE BANKING DEPARTMENTS OF THE ABOVE BANK FOR NECESSARY COMMENCEMENT OF THIS TRANSACTION IN AN EMAIL ADDRESS OF THE BANK THAT I WILL SENT TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a lot of work you want me to do there. Filling in blanks, e-mailing some bank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANY QUESTION PAPER THAT THE BANK SHALL SEND TO YOU MUST BE FORWARDED TO ME IMMEDIATELY SO THAT I CAN FILL IT MYSELVES TO AVOID MISTAKES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you trust my ability to fill in official forms? And won't the bank want an answer in less time than it takes to send mail back and forth to Ouagadougou, Burkina Faso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOOK FORWARD TO RECEIVING YOUR PROMPT RESPONSE AND THANKS FOR YOUR&lt;br /&gt;COOPERATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No problem, laddie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST REGARD,&lt;br /&gt;MALIK ABU.&lt;br /&gt;BANK OFFICIAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Malik Abu, that was the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy this little filler. I might just be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12980119-4191714813335451199?l=simply-not-edible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/feeds/4191714813335451199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12980119&amp;postID=4191714813335451199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/4191714813335451199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/4191714813335451199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/2006/12/spam-ftw.html' title='Spam FTW!'/><author><name>simply not edible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03232014012510520514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05448171070046283654'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12980119.post-115333780459732935</id><published>2006-07-19T23:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T06:25:48.033+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight out of the Sanitarium!</title><content type='html'>Aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better today. I'll be getting back to work tomorrow. All that's really bothering me right now is my left arm, which hurts when I put too much strain on it. Damn that tetanus-shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I rested up well today, but I'll have to get up early again tomorrow, especially since I'll have to take PT instead of my bike, which is still over there. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get most of the dried blood out of my hair - I can't wash it untill the stitch has done its work - but it wasn't pretty. I mean, jeez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still 305 K outside, even at 21:30. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll be spending some more time doing nothing before going to bed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12980119-115333780459732935?l=simply-not-edible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/feeds/115333780459732935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12980119&amp;postID=115333780459732935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/115333780459732935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/115333780459732935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/2006/07/straight-out-of-sanitarium.html' title='Straight out of the Sanitarium!'/><author><name>simply not edible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03232014012510520514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05448171070046283654'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12980119.post-115323796888161743</id><published>2006-07-18T23:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T22:33:16.056+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, let's  do this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while, and it's taken a day on which I took a serious blow to the head, but here I am again, telling you what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is, not much. The second round for the Chaos Arena Championships were cancelled and are being rescheduled as we speak. I will be rolling up a new character for a Greyhawk setting this Thursday (dwarven rogue, this time), I'm pretty much moving forward in the preparations for my own d20 Modern campaign (I only need the players...), and, well, I've been doing some radio-related stuff too, and some other little things of little importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, of course, today, I had that little accident at work and had to pay a visit to the hospital, getting a single - yes, that's 1, as in one - stitch on the back of my head. I did lose a decent amount of blood to warrant the need of just the one stitch, though. I'm guessing I'll stay at home tomorrow, see how things end up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12980119-115323796888161743?l=simply-not-edible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/feeds/115323796888161743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12980119&amp;postID=115323796888161743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/115323796888161743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/115323796888161743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/2006/07/okay-lets-do-this-again.html' title='&lt;img src=&quot;http://websmileys.com/sm/violent/sterb057.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;/img&gt;'/><author><name>simply not edible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03232014012510520514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05448171070046283654'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12980119.post-115230565933814528</id><published>2006-07-07T23:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T17:12:40.090+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Kitty for President!</title><content type='html'>Oh dear, what a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have quite a shock on Monday when I have to  wake up at 06:00, as this week, I so far haven't managed to get out of bed prior to 11:00 yet... Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been laying low this week, doing not much noteworthy. I have been watching a bit of the cycling (i.e. the TV was on while I was busy reading), and the World Cup has gone in such a way that my colleagues probably won't be bothering me about it once I get back (although Sunday's result might make it even easier on that one), and I've been reading up on d20 Modern, so I can eventually run my own game. That pretty much sums up all the 'news' for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as this is pretty much all I have to say for the day, I'll leave it at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12980119-115230565933814528?l=simply-not-edible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/feeds/115230565933814528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12980119&amp;postID=115230565933814528&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/115230565933814528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/115230565933814528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-kitty-for-president.html' title='Hello Kitty for President!'/><author><name>simply not edible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03232014012510520514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05448171070046283654'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12980119.post-115187127155084525</id><published>2006-07-02T23:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T03:46:47.676+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nekophilia: The love of Japanese Cats</title><content type='html'>Ah! Ah ah ahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, to continue in the style of one of the final Karaoke Songs from last night (well, this morning): "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Na na nanana nana na na na nana nana naaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this weekend was the Anime-con. It was fantastic. Since I left my bed last Thursday at 12:30, I haven't slept more than 7 hours in total (in fact, I think it was around 6 1/2), but it was well worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a lot of money there obviously. Got myself a nice stack of round little things that apparently display images and give out sounds when inserted into a specially made device. I even got some with only sound coming out, but that's a different matter. Got some other nice little pieces of merchandising too, such as Chobits Action Figures, Card Captor Sakura playing cards and a Hello Kitty phone-bag. I spent the first night at the Japanese Disco Event, spent the second night at the Karaoke (Woohoo!), did the Kimono workshop, visited the Drama Queen infopanel (...), and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm living under the impression that I'll be sleeping late tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll leave it here for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12980119-115187127155084525?l=simply-not-edible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/feeds/115187127155084525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12980119&amp;postID=115187127155084525&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/115187127155084525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/115187127155084525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/2006/07/nekophilia-love-of-japanese-cats.html' title='Nekophilia: The love of Japanese Cats'/><author><name>simply not edible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03232014012510520514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05448171070046283654'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12980119.post-115135400887255343</id><published>2006-06-26T23:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T03:29:21.940+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Moderate to Good</title><content type='html'>I really need to do something here again. It's been way too long, hasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fair was tiring, especially as we didn't really have quite enough time to recover from the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that there was role-playing last Thursday, when we almost lost another party-member (from the same player who had already lost his first one, in fact). The party's starting to get to the end of it's resources, right about now. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was my qualifying match for the Chaos Arena Championships, which saw me through to the quarter finals. Although I had made a slight miscalculation in my opponent, my offensive tactics did pay off in the end. I had sent my Mage, after having him totally buffed, to the front line, doing massive damage before my main troops got in there. I retained my advantage to the end, although my opponent also made two pretty bad errors at pivotal points in the game, which could have cost me greatly. My next match is on the 15th of July, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vacation started today. I took the opportunity to remain in bed untill, well, 13:30-ish. It's not 'till Friday that I head for the Anime-con, so untill then, I'll see how I can entertain myself. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12980119-115135400887255343?l=simply-not-edible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/feeds/115135400887255343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12980119&amp;postID=115135400887255343&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/115135400887255343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/115135400887255343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/2006/06/moderate-to-good.html' title='Moderate to Good'/><author><name>simply not edible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03232014012510520514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05448171070046283654'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12980119.post-115066225419209254</id><published>2006-06-18T23:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T04:47:05.046+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tower of Loathing</title><content type='html'>Well, here is what's going on, then. We are, you see, sitting here, behind this laptop, on the Sunday-night. Right. That much we know, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my sis' birthday got celebrated. It's been a year, and she thought it might be about time to have another go at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Father's Day in this here speck of the Globe,  so I spent the day with him at the Cricket club.  I gave him a &lt;a href="http://www.myplasticheart.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=CTGY&amp;Store_Code=MPH&amp;amp;Category_Code=BUD"&gt;blow-up doll&lt;/a&gt;. The cricketmatch was won by 'our' team, which is good, I guess. They are doing pretty well this year, so I've heard, having a serious shot at promotion to the highest level for next season. Whatever floats their boat, I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more week of hard labour, and we're done. Wahey! Untill then, I'll try to, you know, keep at it and, well, do stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as I can't really think of anything to write here right now, I'll stick to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12980119-115066225419209254?l=simply-not-edible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/feeds/115066225419209254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12980119&amp;postID=115066225419209254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/115066225419209254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/115066225419209254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/2006/06/tower-of-loathing.html' title='Tower of Loathing'/><author><name>simply not edible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03232014012510520514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05448171070046283654'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12980119.post-115049139266965185</id><published>2006-06-16T23:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T22:56:32.820+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Billboard of Doom</title><content type='html'>Heyhey, everybody! Today we celebrate the arrival of the weekend, and if I would only manage to get my spellimg back to it's usual level, I could make this post very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again... Nah, why bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's session. I guess we got in over our heads, there. Very messy, it was. We're in for a lot of fun next week. I hope I'll be able to make it, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had three fights, each one nastier than the other. Seriously. I found myself grabbed by some funny sentinel-machine at one point, taking some pretty bad damage. Then there were the 4 guys with the napalm-flamethrower. We took out three of them, the fourth is tied up for questioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for long-term character development, we had a funny idea that might just be interesting for my Leadership Feat I'll have to take. How about the cohort and all the followers being Bards too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today at work was uneventful (read: boring), as we had most of the work done already. Next week is the fair, then, and after that, it's two weeks of piss! Ehrm... I mean Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost there then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12980119-115049139266965185?l=simply-not-edible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/feeds/115049139266965185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12980119&amp;postID=115049139266965185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/115049139266965185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/115049139266965185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/2006/06/billboard-of-doom.html' title='Billboard of Doom'/><author><name>simply not edible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03232014012510520514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05448171070046283654'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12980119.post-115030161289724277</id><published>2006-06-14T23:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T17:40:52.333+02:00</updated><title type='text'>June 14th!</title><content type='html'>Today we celebrate International Webloggers Day! Hurrah! Hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means I should be trying my best to write something remotely interesting... Hrmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I seem blocked, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in any case, life seems to be going it's regular way, with only a week and a half left 'till I have my short break, so hurrah for that, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather cooled significantly today. Like, you know, 10 degrees or something. Ugh, I hate it when that happens. It's no good, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for tomorrow - tomorrow, I play again! It's been awhile, so I want to savour that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Happy Blogger's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12980119-115030161289724277?l=simply-not-edible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/feeds/115030161289724277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12980119&amp;postID=115030161289724277&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/115030161289724277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/115030161289724277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/2006/06/june-14th.html' title='June 14th!'/><author><name>simply not edible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03232014012510520514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05448171070046283654'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12980119.post-115014532120148340</id><published>2006-06-12T23:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T17:19:29.756+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerebral meltdown</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a while. Ah well, such is life, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the fair was less work than we expected due to weather issues (the first week in a while that temperatures exceeded 300 degrees), I didn't post. It wasn't due to lack of time, but more due to, well, reading, surfing, other works, and general stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first official front-page post at the GamesFM site last Saturday, concerning tv-audiences. I'm supposed to be doing more of those on a regular basis now. Which means I'll be slowly slipping more into the foreground. Oooooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took sweet pleasure from today's day off. I bought my sis' birthday-present, and got myself the 3.5 DMG II while I was at it. And some new dice, too, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm trying to pick up on my project again (it's been off for the week due to both work and an impasse on where to go next), and if all goes well, I should be getting it back up to speed this week. We'll see, I'm trying my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this is where I leave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12980119-115014532120148340?l=simply-not-edible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/feeds/115014532120148340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12980119&amp;postID=115014532120148340&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/115014532120148340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/115014532120148340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/2006/06/cerebral-meltdown.html' title='Cerebral meltdown'/><author><name>simply not edible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03232014012510520514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05448171070046283654'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12980119.post-114954194057566260</id><published>2006-06-05T23:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T23:12:20.746+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Likelyhood of 17.50234%</title><content type='html'>Ah yes. Monday. Today was a mandatory day off, so I took the opportunity to relax. That is, except for the time I spent on Metroid Prime. Damn, that thing is rock-hard when it wants to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Bart has been given a goal, rather by accident, but it should work out okay. You see, he shall be a Summoner. Or, well, at least, that's how he's going to be played out. The DM said he's going to see what the possibilities will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we come to this? Well, I'll tell you. After going to a volcanic island were part of our crew got lost in a battle with the locals, we needed to recruit some help. So we 'recruited' some locals. When we then went back to the island we had come from (we had gone to the volcanic one in order to gather some fire-earth elementals), we used our new 'recruits' to, you know, carry our stuff and pull our carts, as they were cheaper than horses. You know, it's only logical. Anyways, four of the six we 'kindly asked' to perform this task used the first opportunity they got to 'desert'. So we had to get them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for them, we finally found them in some backwards neighbourhood, talking to some guy. When the two who had 'asked' them to pull the cart 'tried to convince' them to come back with us, they attempted to run off again. So instead of following them, I decided to try out my newly acquired lvl. 1 spell, Summon Monster I. Basically, when trying to run, 'suddenly' there appeared a, ehm, well, a Fiendish Hawk about 5 feet before him. He tore one of our 'helps' into little pieces, went on to attack the lad the four had been talking to, then disappeared. Needless to say, upon seeing a fucking big, nasty looking bird eating one of their friends, the other three were more easily persuaded to come along with us (at least, they weren't trying to run in that particular direction anymore), and we got them back on our ship. Were they got branded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice, aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's my bit for the day. Do not forget to sign up for &lt;a href="http://www.chronicled.org/intlblogday"&gt;International Weblogger's Day&lt;/a&gt;, next week on the 14th, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12980119-114954194057566260?l=simply-not-edible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/feeds/114954194057566260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12980119&amp;postID=114954194057566260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/114954194057566260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/114954194057566260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/2006/06/likelyhood-of-1750234.html' title='Likelyhood of 17.50234%'/><author><name>simply not edible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03232014012510520514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05448171070046283654'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12980119.post-114936866846138976</id><published>2006-06-03T23:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T23:04:29.200+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Butt-crack of holding</title><content type='html'>Well, worked today too. I'll inform you about the interesting stuff: Last Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a messy fight with some lizardmen when still on the boat. Took quite some damage all in all, but survived. The boat didn't make it, though, so we had to leave it there and continue on foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We marched the remainder of the distance, circling some village we came by, and ended up at the temple two hours in advance. There was no way to enter, though, so we had to wait. My character spent two hours trying to convince the door to open by talking to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all we had time for, though. The door opened after me talking to it long enough, and time was up for our session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before playing, though, we had this little questionaire which we had to fill in so the DM would know what we were aiming for with our characters. It wasn't an easy thing to fill in by any means, but I managed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put in some little twists that might make the game interesting. You see, one of our party-members has consistently been whining about wanting a Squirrel familiar. What I did, then, was give my character an irrational fear for rodents. That should work, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, tomorrow I play again, and then it's fair week, so, you know, busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12980119-114936866846138976?l=simply-not-edible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/feeds/114936866846138976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12980119&amp;postID=114936866846138976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/114936866846138976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/114936866846138976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/2006/06/butt-crack-of-holding.html' title='Butt-crack of holding'/><author><name>simply not edible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03232014012510520514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05448171070046283654'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12980119.post-114908829345348918</id><published>2006-05-31T23:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:08:54.496+02:00</updated><title type='text'>010101000110100101110100011011000110010100101110</title><content type='html'>Yes. I know. I'm an evil person when it comes down to my titles. But I'm willing to stop, you know. Only, I'll need proper incentive. Like, you know, (*puts right pinky to corner of mouth*) one MILLION dollars. Muahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be glad I didn't convert the entire post into Binary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great! They're having a series theoretizing extraterrestrial life on Nat. Geographic Channel this week. Sweet stuff, that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways (I use that word a lot, don't I?), there's not a lot going on as of now. Next week's the fair in Antwerp, so I'm trying not tire myself too much before that time. Which might just work better if, you know, I'd manage to get some more sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be playing again. I'm curious at what will happen - it might just be getting nasty, you know. We have, at this moment, no idea at what we're after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is my next session in the other game, and that should be fun too. I'll have to catch up on what's going on, though, as I missed last session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think I'll leave it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12980119-114908829345348918?l=simply-not-edible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/feeds/114908829345348918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12980119&amp;postID=114908829345348918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/114908829345348918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/114908829345348918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/2006/05/01010100011010010111010001101100011001.html' title='010101000110100101110100011011000110010100101110'/><author><name>simply not edible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03232014012510520514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05448171070046283654'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12980119.post-114884822296255055</id><published>2006-05-28T23:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T22:39:35.236+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Heads of Wrath.</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm taking a short break from what I spent the day on (Metroid Prime) to do this here. I can say, though, that today was as uneventful as a day of gaming can get (that is, nothing happened outside the game).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, well, I could go on and on about how I was chasing space pirates, but, you know, gaming stuff... It might just spoil for those who still want to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12980119-114884822296255055?l=simply-not-edible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/feeds/114884822296255055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12980119&amp;postID=114884822296255055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/114884822296255055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/114884822296255055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/2006/05/heads-of-wrath.html' title='Heads of Wrath.'/><author><name>simply not edible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03232014012510520514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05448171070046283654'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12980119.post-114876206766414325</id><published>2006-05-27T23:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T16:58:21.220+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is what you make of it.</title><content type='html'>As the Earth steadily continues on it's yearly travel around the Sun, we set out upon our personal journeys that will lead us to places we will only know of once we get there. I have always been one of those who seem to be continuously moving along several paths. There are many of us, and for the most part, we are perfectly happy doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have been spending more time and energy along one specific path these past months. It is an interesting path, full of unexpected surprises and interesting twists and turns. It has it's own little sidepaths, which are looking very alluring, but sadly must wait until the time is ripe for me to follow them, as I do not wish to lose track of the main road at this particular point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not yet know where it will lead. It might end up being just one more of those meaningless sidetracks. If that ends up being the case, it won't be any less enjoyable to me because of it. However, as it stands, I'm considering an attempt at taking this new path and see where it takes me. Who knows, at the end there might just be a nice place to settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it stands, though, all I can say is that it will take time to see where it leads. During this time, it will be very possible that I will occasionally lack the time to do my posting here. For you see, the following of the path takes much of the private time I have. And I do not always have all the time I want to do the things I feel must be done. Priorities will need to be set, and, I hope you understand, there will probably be times when this particular piece of webspace will not be sufficiently high up on my list of those priorities to make the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This path I am talking about has previously been referred to on this weblog as "my project". I will, at least untill I know more of where it is leading me, continue to call it thus. I hope you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we blindly follow the paths life gives us, we can only follow and try to enjoy, hoping where it leads will be a place we feel happy in. Only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12980119-114876206766414325?l=simply-not-edible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/feeds/114876206766414325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12980119&amp;postID=114876206766414325&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/114876206766414325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/114876206766414325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-is-what-you-make-of-it.html' title='Life is what you make of it.'/><author><name>simply not edible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03232014012510520514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05448171070046283654'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12980119.post-114867631333476795</id><published>2006-05-26T23:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T22:56:42.330+02:00</updated><title type='text'>How about a nice cup of tea?</title><content type='html'>Well, the days off are clearly doing me good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game yesterday was fairly straightforward, we knew where we had to go, and we went. There was an interval when we visited a small village along the river we were on, and I bought an amulet that wards off undead, which helped in our battle later on. As it stands, we're still on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I spent at the VG-store (10:00 - 21:30), so that's fairly straightforward too. I'll retire to reading for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following days, I'll get some radio work done, and I'll get to work on my project again. That needs some attending to as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12980119-114867631333476795?l=simply-not-edible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/feeds/114867631333476795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12980119&amp;postID=114867631333476795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/114867631333476795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/114867631333476795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-about-nice-cup-of-tea_26.html' title='How about a nice cup of tea?'/><author><name>simply not edible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03232014012510520514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05448171070046283654'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12980119.post-114841779999876510</id><published>2006-05-23T23:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T22:56:40.320+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nectarine Outlet</title><content type='html'>Just the one more day to go! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you don't mind, I'll get back to reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12980119-114841779999876510?l=simply-not-edible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/feeds/114841779999876510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12980119&amp;postID=114841779999876510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/114841779999876510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/114841779999876510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/2006/05/nectarine-outlet.html' title='Nectarine Outlet'/><author><name>simply not edible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03232014012510520514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05448171070046283654'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12980119.post-114833207241399442</id><published>2006-05-22T23:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T23:16:54.703+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Rock Hallelujah!</title><content type='html'>Not much for the day, mostly routine-work. I didn't feel like doing all that much once I got back home, so I spent most the night reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more days of work, this week. Glad that's the case, as I really could use some rest right now. I want to dedicate some time to my project if I can coming weekend, so I guess that's just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, this year's &lt;a href="http://eurovision.lordi.org/"&gt;Eurovision Songfestival winners&lt;/a&gt; have restored my faith in the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OqBGffYpE9I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OqBGffYpE9I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12980119-114833207241399442?l=simply-not-edible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/feeds/114833207241399442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12980119&amp;postID=114833207241399442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/114833207241399442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/114833207241399442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/2006/05/hard-rock-hallelujah.html' title='Hard Rock Hallelujah!'/><author><name>simply not edible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03232014012510520514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05448171070046283654'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12980119.post-114824395137141894</id><published>2006-05-21T23:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T16:31:49.243+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ինքնագովազդ կամ</title><content type='html'>Thursday's session was a calm one, with the party getting a new mission, and gathering info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did start my character's route towards spy-dom, though, as I felt the need for a trustworthy information-source for the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the Saturday doing not much spectacular. You know, the usual thingies to do, go shopping, passing by the VG-store, stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went blokarting, which, i.m.h.o., was a waste of a perfectly good Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much covers it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to a public announcement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget &lt;a href="http://www.chronicled.org/intlblogday/about.html"&gt;International Webloggers Day&lt;/a&gt;, on June 14th! Just a couple of weeks to go, make sure you sign in and participate! You can find their site either in this post, or on my sidebar, at the buttons. I'll be moving it up later on, as it draws nearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, as they say, is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12980119-114824395137141894?l=simply-not-edible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/feeds/114824395137141894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12980119&amp;postID=114824395137141894&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/114824395137141894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/114824395137141894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_21.html' title='ինքնագովազդ կամ'/><author><name>simply not edible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03232014012510520514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05448171070046283654'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12980119.post-114789715649030945</id><published>2006-05-17T23:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T02:39:34.030+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii are the World!</title><content type='html'>Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A review, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has this past year brought me? (In random order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- New job a couple of months after this whole thing started.&lt;br /&gt;- Cashier-girl hijinx (anyone remember her?) gone, well, "the usual".&lt;br /&gt;- Lots and lots of VG-store visits.&lt;br /&gt;- Got volunteer-work.&lt;br /&gt;- Started Roleplaying.&lt;br /&gt;- Started paying for the Wii when it was still only known as Revo.&lt;br /&gt;- Found a Virtual Boy! FTW!!&lt;br /&gt;- Several people seem to have settled as fairly regular commenters. I apologize to those who feel I don't return the favour regularly enough as of late, but I'm growing increasingly busy at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;- Some problems around X-mas/Newyear period which made me turn off for a while.&lt;br /&gt;- Several posts about absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;- Got a project up and running that you probably only know as "the project".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that would do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you hadn't noticed - today is one year since this blog started. If you don't believe it, check the archives. If you do, disregard that Manga-thing, as I added that recently and just dumped it before the first post so it wouldn't clutter the frontpage at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still pretty damn tired. Glad it's almost weekend, but the traditional shortest night of the week is up for tomorrow, so I'm not quite there yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week by this time, it's going to be weekend for me. I'll have a four-day one. Thank the Invisible Pink Unicorn for that. Or, if you prefer, the Flying Spaghetti Monster. I'd rather stick to Her Hooved Holiness, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only two more fairs to go this season. The first will be in Antwerp, in two weeks time, and then, two weeks later, Apeldoorn. The Saturday of Apeldoorn, I'll be off for the Chaos Arena Championship, and the two weeks after Apeldoorn, I'm free of work, as I have taken a two week break for the Animecon then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't make predictions for next year, though, so you'll have to do with this for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a very short note, I managed to have one of my Ravenloft cults manage their sole purpose: distribute little, handcrafted gelatinous cubes! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12980119-114789715649030945?l=simply-not-edible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/feeds/114789715649030945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12980119&amp;postID=114789715649030945&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/114789715649030945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/114789715649030945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/2006/05/wii-are-world.html' title='Wii are the World!'/><author><name>simply not edible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03232014012510520514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05448171070046283654'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12980119.post-114781120294561378</id><published>2006-05-16T23:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T22:26:42.973+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Pffff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12980119-114781120294561378?l=simply-not-edible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/feeds/114781120294561378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12980119&amp;postID=114781120294561378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/114781120294561378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12980119/posts/default/114781120294561378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-not-edible.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>simply not edible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03232014012510520514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05448171070046283654'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>