<?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-5805741</id><updated>2009-02-21T02:54:46.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying Llama's Roost</title><subtitle type='html'>A dead site.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>149</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-109861857156831914</id><published>2004-10-24T07:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T07:49:31.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Someone was screaming......for an update earlier, it seems. Here's the deal:This blog has passed on. This blog is no more.It has ceased to be.It's expired and gone to meet it's maker.It's a stiff.Bereft of life, it rests in peace.It it wasn't metaphorically nailed to this url, it'd be pushing up the daisies.It's metabolic processes are history.It's off the twig.It's kicked the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/109861857156831914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/109861857156831914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109861857156831914' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05835298226150748452'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-109424194826628287</id><published>2004-09-03T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T16:05:48.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in and out my brain...I hate Queen's chemistry department.First, chem223 interferes with my Brain and Behaviour II course, now chem212 is preventing me from taking Level 1 Mandarin.bah!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/109424194826628287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/109424194826628287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109424194826628287' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05835298226150748452'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-109249224253674602</id><published>2004-08-14T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T10:05:51.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mail me"Suicide Club" is the most disturbing film I've seen since "Requiem for a Dream".It's more confusing than "Donnie Darko".It's gorier than the first Evil Dead and Kill Bill put together.I felt physically ill after watching it;  it kept me up at night, even though it wasn't a horror film.Yet I feel a strong compulsion to watch it again....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/109249224253674602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/109249224253674602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109249224253674602' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05835298226150748452'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-108960232351249048</id><published>2004-07-11T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T23:18:43.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We can dance if we want to...So I finished Life of Pi, and, contrary to what a character and the back cover said, it would not have made me believe in God, if I didn't already do so.The first little bit...say, 100 pages or so...was interesting, but then it got quite monotonous.Mr. Hazelton lent me my new piece of reading - it'll tide me over until my book comes in at the library (How to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108960232351249048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108960232351249048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108960232351249048' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05835298226150748452'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-108907952480741625</id><published>2004-07-05T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T09:59:37.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That's fine, that's good, that's nice...Haven't blogged in forever, even though there's been much I could have blogged about - heck, I didn't even blog after the election results came in (Monday night - happy; Tuesday morning - unhappy).Blogging has become more of a chore than a pleasure these days, so, to make a long story short (something I don't often do here), I'm going on leave...for an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108907952480741625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108907952480741625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108907952480741625' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05835298226150748452'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-108839215241797600</id><published>2004-06-27T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T23:09:12.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nyet, nyet, soviet, soviet jewellery...Two questions about Sunday nights:1. Why is the Main St. Starbucks always so packed?2. Why does the Mix play such weird music? (see this post's title)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108839215241797600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108839215241797600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108839215241797600' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05835298226150748452'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-108813249172781673</id><published>2004-06-24T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T23:01:31.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got it bad and that ain't good...Just when I thought I was safe; just when I thought my hours of working out the perfect 4-year schedule to two degrees (BA (psyc) and BScH (biochem SSP)) was going to pay off, Queen's screwed me in a way I never anticipated.That's right - there was only one lecture slot for chem223 (Organic Rxns) and one for psyc272 (Brain and Behaviour II) - and they were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108813249172781673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108813249172781673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108813249172781673' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05835298226150748452'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-108795777815533799</id><published>2004-06-22T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T22:29:38.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That's when we'll be free...My parents (and sister) are back from Alaska.  And, as with any good trip where one family member is left stranded, they brought goodies back home! ^__^What kind of goodies?  Beautiful prints/pictures (maybe one might be coming to Kingston?), an Ulu knife, and an awesome shot glass (biting your styles, Bri, I know...what can I say?).  Actually, the best gift of all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108795777815533799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108795777815533799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108795777815533799' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05835298226150748452'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-108760885239415909</id><published>2004-06-18T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T21:34:12.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some like it hot...Ignore my bitchy ramblings from last post - pretty sure now that this ain't allergies, but more of a head cold/flu thing.Hopefully it'll be gone soon...sucks to be sick during the summer.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108760885239415909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108760885239415909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108760885239415909' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05835298226150748452'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-108750473237686750</id><published>2004-06-17T16:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T16:38:52.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After the rain...Well, I finished Soul Mountain a couple of days ago, but due to leaders' debates, "pubbing" last night (w00t for going dry!), and now this allergy/illness thing (more on that later), I haven't had a chance to talk about it.That having been said, I thoroughly enjoyed most of it.  It took a bit to get used to the style of the book, and I found the last 75 pages or so monotonous</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108750473237686750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108750473237686750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108750473237686750' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05835298226150748452'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-108735419105615163</id><published>2004-06-15T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T22:49:51.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Give me the beats boys...Always thought it was "give me the Beach Boys..." - well, looks like that Unkal Krakar or however he spells his name (lots of K's is all I remember) cover is good for something.But I digress...Watched the leaders debates, both French and English, these past few nights (missed the first 25 minutes of the French one, though).  As in the last debate 4 years ago, I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108735419105615163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108735419105615163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108735419105615163' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05835298226150748452'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-108657870952338454</id><published>2004-06-06T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T23:25:09.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Maresias]So it's been a while since my last update.Why, you ask?Because my life is boring ^__^Things are starting to slow down a bit at Sheridan - no longer getting a couple of trucks a day (more like a truck every couple of days).  Tomorrow's gonna be hot, so it looks like we might have finally gotten into this summer-ish weather (about time!)Personally, after the past few years' </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108657870952338454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108657870952338454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108657870952338454' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05835298226150748452'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-108587973041473689</id><published>2004-05-29T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T21:33:39.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The real folk blues...Finished Metaman at work today.  It was a very interesting book, and while it became a bit repetitive near the end (and sounded like a sales pitch the whole way through), it seemed relatively well researched and brought up some interesting thoughts about the integration of man and machine, the "global superorganism" we are creating, and problems/issues that face society </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108587973041473689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108587973041473689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108587973041473689' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05835298226150748452'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-108534000389721465</id><published>2004-05-23T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T18:46:57.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I'm turning Japanese...Alright, so I guess lyrics from an anime opening would be more appropriate for the title, but I'm too lazy to open up a file and watch the intro :PYesterday I attended my first anime con - Anime North. Didn't get there 'til almost noon, and since I hadn't pre-registered (cuz I wasn't going for the whole weekend), I headed for the registration line...which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108534000389721465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108534000389721465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108534000389721465' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05835298226150748452'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-108523211979505703</id><published>2004-05-22T09:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T09:21:59.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want you to take me out...After the encroaching attack by Angelfire seized my images, I decided to follow the advice of someone commenting on Jodi's blog (too lazy to go back and find your name, whoever you are :P) and hit up IMGspot for some image hosting.  And now this blog is back to lookin' pretty...just like me ;)Last night I saw Troy with a girl I met a year or two ago while doing RCM</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108523211979505703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108523211979505703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108523211979505703' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05835298226150748452'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-108483410009420816</id><published>2004-05-17T18:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T18:48:20.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everybody's looking for a drug that heals...Yesterday I was driving home from Chez Carter (another round of Axis and Allies...something like 12 hours in, and only on the 2nd turn &gt;.&lt;), and was flipping through the radio stations and I heard a familiar tune...Turns out Mix was playing Stabilo Boss! ^__^Hopefully people will start requesting them, they'll get some airtime on the Edge, hit the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108483410009420816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108483410009420816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108483410009420816' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05835298226150748452'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-108454242962390566</id><published>2004-05-14T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T09:55:42.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eat that chicken...Last night I crept backstage with Mr. Hazelton to watch Church St. and Wind Symphony perform at the MDHS spring concert night thingie.Oh...man...Wow.  Having not heard all that much Church St. in the past, I'm not really qualified to judge their performance, but even I could tell that the trumpets, at the very least, had no idea what "playing together" meant.Wind Symphony</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108454242962390566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108454242962390566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108454242962390566' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05835298226150748452'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-108412215844159101</id><published>2004-05-09T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T13:05:54.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Domo arigato mr. robato...While researching for my first assignment (1000-word essay, "Is the Turing Test sufficient to determine if a computer can think?" - if you have an opinion on the topic, please leave a comment...let's start a little friendly debate here), I came across this gem.It's a chat transcript between some guy at Drake, and a computer program designed to respond to chat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108412215844159101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108412215844159101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108412215844159101' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05835298226150748452'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-108411557009567142</id><published>2004-05-09T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T13:06:04.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She's a brick and i'm drowning slowly...Wow...been a while since I've listened to W&amp;EA...such a good album.  Alex (Spence, a man none of you know and I haven't seen in years) might possibly have been correct in calling it the best album of the 90s.  If you disagree, you're a cumquat.So last night saw Tom and I sitting in Karin's basement while her jazz band rehearsed for 4 hours.  We were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108411557009567142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108411557009567142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108411557009567142' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05835298226150748452'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-108387644618767678</id><published>2004-05-06T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T14:41:28.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise...Fuck you, Angelfire.I need to find somewhere else to host the photos for this site...any ideas?And while I'm at it, fuck Sheridan.  What the Hell is a paltry $0.25 raise?  I've gotten at least $0.50 every other year.*sigh* oh well.  Got tomorrow off, so if anyone wants to do something, let me know.Oh yeah, almost forgot to mention - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108387644618767678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108387644618767678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108387644618767678' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05835298226150748452'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-108341700071957865</id><published>2004-05-01T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T09:13:08.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Being poor was not such a drag in hindsight...So yesterday I took the day off work - God bless my manager and his "we'll take you whenever you can come in this week".  Awesome.I bummed around the house for a bit, then received a msg from Mr. Carter, asking whether I would like to join him in visiting our little Korean friend at MDHS.  Since I had nothing better to do, I decided to join him.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108341700071957865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108341700071957865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108341700071957865' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05835298226150748452'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-108303121232863850</id><published>2004-04-26T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T22:16:37.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I started work at Sheridan Nurseries again today.Until now, I never understood how hard it is to start work in April instead of June.It was fucking cold this morning!  Especially sitting in a forklift, with no motion to warm the body and a self-generated wind.  I'm looking into landscaping jobs, maybe a desk job...anything I can find in the classifieds, really, that pays better than what I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108303121232863850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108303121232863850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108303121232863850' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05835298226150748452'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-108276236989387208</id><published>2004-04-23T19:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T19:22:30.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry...Almost exactly at noon today, I left Stuart St. for the last time.  I handed in my keys, got my receipt, signed the book, and left Queen's for the summer.Three hours later, I got back home.  It took 1.5 hours to get everything packed into the car, and only about 20 minutes to get it all back into the house.It then took pretty much 3 hours to get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108276236989387208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108276236989387208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108276236989387208' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05835298226150748452'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-108258119322914582</id><published>2004-04-21T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T17:03:24.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every one of you is fired...So I received a very unpleasant surprise today.  As many of you know, I was planning on taking a statistic course during the summer, correspondence.  In fact, I had already registered and paid for it, and last night I bought the textbook from one of Marco's friends.Here's a transcript from an MSN conversation I had today:[Phil]: I just phoned the biochem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108258119322914582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108258119322914582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108258119322914582' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05835298226150748452'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-108251317742469213</id><published>2004-04-20T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T22:19:23.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Throwing flowers on the box that was once, that was once you...Well, today at 4:24pm I left Jock Harty Arena for the last time until probably December.That's right, I am finished exams!!!First year is officially over for me, and I couldn't be happier! ^_^(ok...well...I could be happier...in fact, there are many things that could make me happier - like money, and power, and chicks...but I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108251317742469213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108251317742469213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108251317742469213' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05835298226150748452'/></author></entry></feed>