<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:36:29.493-04:00</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?max-results=100'/><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=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>149</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-108238796807526793</id><published>2004-04-19T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T11:22:24.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They say i'm mental cuz i'm not amused by it all...Last night, I downloaded Beautiful Freak and Electro-Shock Blues, 2 older CDs by The Eels (see sidebar), the band responsible for such amazing songs as Novocaine for the Soul and Last Stop This Town.I also d/l-ed a copy of Songs for the Deaf, by the Queens of the Stoneage.So I've been listening to these CDs and flipping through last year's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108238796807526793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108238796807526793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108238796807526793' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-108217365694814496</id><published>2004-04-16T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T23:50:30.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Undeniable proof...See?"Fuck up" is a valid English expression.  I told you I wasn't crazy...(care of PA Remix)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108217365694814496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108217365694814496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108217365694814496' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-108095635063862710</id><published>2004-04-02T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T22:49:27.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's the end of the world as we know it...Well, not really.  But today was the last day of classes for us.  I guess I should probably feel something - relief, or joy, or sorrow - but instead I've got to worry about exams, and kicking this weird stomach-flu-turned-tired-medicine-head disease that's been putting me to bed a bit early each night and making me feel completely worn out throughout </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108095635063862710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108095635063862710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108095635063862710' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-108061829806901418</id><published>2004-03-29T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T22:47:33.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A requiem won't change your fate...or "Of X's, C's, and the inhumanity of humanity"I want to offer perhaps an explanation for why some people might have "jumped on the bandwagon" and put the C's or X's in front of their MSN names after Cecilia Zhang's body was found.I of course realize that, as a sign of support, it doesn't do much - the Zhang's won't see it, and it does them no good.  But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108061829806901418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108061829806901418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108061829806901418' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-108049917846644311</id><published>2004-03-28T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T13:42:12.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's a beautiful day...Spring has come to Kingston, if only for today.With the warm weather and abundant sunshine, one can immediately see two things coming out from hibernation: frisbees, and lovers.Yes, in my short walk to and from Stauffer, I saw more smooching and hand-holding than I've seen in the past 5 months, in or out of doors.  It warms the cockles of my cold, dead heart (is this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108049917846644311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108049917846644311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108049917846644311' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-108035949262911354</id><published>2004-03-26T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T23:09:35.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We're not gonna make it...While reading the PA news for the first time in a while, I stumbled upon this site.  No, before you try, the accents aren't bad enough to be funny.  I find this site extremely interesting, tho.  Especially reading the general "mistakes" people with different mother tongues make when speaking english.Also, what's with all the native Mandarin-speakers also speaking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108035949262911354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108035949262911354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108035949262911354' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-108018587825002270</id><published>2004-03-24T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T22:40:28.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh baby please, give a little respect to me...What do you do when you're lazy and don't want to do work?Blog!Even if you have nothing to talk about.I think I've had too much caffeine today...half a cup of coffee at breakfast, another cup at lunch, now just finishing off a pot of green tea...my right eyelid is twitching.Not good...Bri kicked my ass at pool tonight.  Damn my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108018587825002270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108018587825002270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108018587825002270' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-108009977563430979</id><published>2004-03-23T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T22:45:24.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I would stop time to stay with you...The people who run the PEC are being completely unreasonable.Today, at the beginning of our gumdo class, a PEC employee came in and told us that we couldn't use our swords.  Apparently, there's holes in the mats, and since we're the only ones who use swords (actually hardwood sticks, really), they're basically saying it was us.Of course, the official </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108009977563430979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/108009977563430979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108009977563430979' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107992574580357674</id><published>2004-03-21T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T22:28:53.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[instrumental]While on the topic of good music, may I suggest taking a listen to the following:Mozart's Clarinet Concerto in A Major - the only thing Mozart's done that I actually enjoy.  But I enjoy it quite a bit.Rachmaninov Piano Concerto No. 2, Adagio Sostenuto - don't know about the rest of this concerto, but this movement (opens with a piano/flute duet that quickly shifts to piano/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107992574580357674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107992574580357674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107992574580357674' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107988843530124852</id><published>2004-03-21T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T12:03:03.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know how to change from being me...I've been listening to it more and more recently, and I have to say that "Start Something" by LostProphets is one of the most fun CDs I've ever heard.Despite all his faults (and ask anyone, there are many ;), I must say that m'man Dan [see sidebar, too lazy to link :P] has EXCELLENT taste in music.Back to chem/bio/calc...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107988843530124852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107988843530124852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107988843530124852' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107984158229065525</id><published>2004-03-20T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T23:02:17.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kasiwa i, kasiwa i ndaka simba ere ndakasimba kana makasimba ohhh...I guess March Break is winding down for those young high school whippersnappers.  I didn't realize how close it was to ending until Celine msged me saying she'd come back from Italy.Serves them right - how dare they have fun and no responsibility while we're slaving away with bio labs (among other things).Which reminds me, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107984158229065525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107984158229065525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107984158229065525' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107940532009719483</id><published>2004-03-15T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T21:51:01.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's a long line of cars and they're trying to get free...So I tried my hand at this "sabre fencing" that Tom has been touting all year.Despite the huge blister on my left foot, the horrible muscle pain in my right thigh, the headache, and the incredible amount of water loss due to sweat, it was a fun time.  I could definitely see myself getting into this.  I want to watch a foil match </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107940532009719483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107940532009719483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107940532009719483' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107921203150823956</id><published>2004-03-13T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T20:09:47.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nobody said it was easy...So I haven't heard from any of the UofT Med Biophys supervisors yet, and considering the deadline is Monday and I doubt they'd call on the weekend, I think that blows my chance of working there.  I do get a list of unfilled positions on Monday, with emails of the supervisors, so I'll send out some spam then and see how that goes...Of the 12 or so emails I sent out to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107921203150823956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107921203150823956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107921203150823956' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107906115369763344</id><published>2004-03-11T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T22:14:51.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This one, he said he wants to buy you rockets...Tonight, Gary's MUSC 153 (Composition) class held their recital, debuting some of the vocal works and theme/variations they'd written over the year.And yours truly was the MC.Overall, it was a good night.  Some of the musicians snubbed me, starting to play before I could introduce their selections, but I mean what can you do?  They're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107906115369763344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107906115369763344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107906115369763344' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107887525656044836</id><published>2004-03-09T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T21:31:37.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pearls and swine bereft of me...We are in the calm before the storm. Only 3.5 more weeks of classes, and then it's exam time.  This week is pretty lax, but next week things start picking up again, what with big final lab write-ups in physics and bio (along with the seminar to start worrying about), along with interviews for AMS positions and such for next year.And, if I don't get a call from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107887525656044836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107887525656044836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107887525656044836' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107845315431549408</id><published>2004-03-04T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T21:21:24.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The fake sound of progress...So last night I was awakened at 2am by some girl screaming in my hallway: "I'm going to be a gael!!!"No, you won't, bitch.  Cuz when I find you I'm going to tear out your intestines and force-feed them to you. (as you can see, I don't like being woken up in the middle of the night).But I was intrigued, so I checked the asus froshweek website this morning.And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107845315431549408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107845315431549408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107845315431549408' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107833188112716954</id><published>2004-03-03T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T19:27:47.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to give you whatever you need...Remember that UofT Biomedical Physics summer research/job program I applied for?  I got an email from them today.There were 400 applicants, and they've narrowed it down to 200 eligible candidates.Yours truly is one of those 200.Unfortunately, there are only 45 positions.  In the next 2 weeks supervisors are going to be contacting people to offer them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107833188112716954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107833188112716954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107833188112716954' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107785777346087365</id><published>2004-02-26T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T07:30:19.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Measure your life in love...Kudos to my chem lab partner - she made my day.As some of you may know, I've been worrying lately about next year's courses - I need to take stats, bio/mbio, and 2 chems.  I really almost need to take brain and behaviour to get more neuroscience knowledge, and that already puts me up to 5.Plus I wanted to take a 3rd chem and Japanese. (well...the 3 chem thing...I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107785777346087365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107785777346087365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107785777346087365' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107765163917717097</id><published>2004-02-24T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T14:42:42.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's still tomorrow, forget the sorrow...Sunday, two different people thought I was Asian.  Allow me to explain.I had dinner over at Gary's, and while I was there I was perusing his MSN list and noticed a couple of people I knew whose contacts I didn't have, so I sent them over and added them.Later that night, they came online and msged me: "Who are you?"I responded: "it's Lee...you know</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107765163917717097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107765163917717097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107765163917717097' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107742084160636373</id><published>2004-02-21T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T22:36:48.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Never looking back again...Ah, last night was fun.  Karaoke is always good times, even with only a few people.  Especially those people who show up on time (Alex, Tom H., Celine...I wonder who that fabulous person chauffering you was? ;)Tom, I know...it was all Jodi's fault.And Jodi, yes, I know, it was all Tom's fault.I personally blame it on that Cam guy...only because I didn't know him :P</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107742084160636373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107742084160636373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107742084160636373' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107729634794777663</id><published>2004-02-20T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T12:03:18.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really just hope that you are happy now...I've done quite a bit this week.  Nothing too fantastic, just going out most nights with people: bubble tea, pool, coffee, more bubble tea...Last night I finally got around to having sushi.  It's...not as gross as I thought it would be.Still, of the three pieces I tried, only the eel was actually good.  The salmon was far too strong (had to resist </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107729634794777663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107729634794777663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107729634794777663' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107690268174723888</id><published>2004-02-15T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T22:39:54.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shoobedoobedoo shoobedoobedoo doowaaI must say, again, that the Hellsing OST is pretty damn good.I love being home, mostly because of Toronto radio.  I had my basement radio tuned to 91.1, and the main floor system tuned to 96.3, so no matter where in the house I went I was bombarded by melodious sounds.Then, of course, the dirty people at 91.1 decided to ruin it by playing nothing but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107690268174723888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107690268174723888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107690268174723888' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107663626696851582</id><published>2004-02-12T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T20:40:09.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Put my tender heart in a blender watch it spin 'round to a beautiful oblivion...First round of the second round of midterms is OVER!!!!Phys yesterday, bio and chem today...Psyc the week I get back from reading week, but I ain't thinkin' about that just yet.Phys kinda raped me - absolute best I can hope for is 8/10 if they're REALLY nice, 7/10 looks more likely.  Stupid infinite line charge.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107663626696851582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107663626696851582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107663626696851582' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107638344802828606</id><published>2004-02-09T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T22:25:54.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The gun is loaded and the bullets are for free...I apologize for the lack of updates - if you really must know, I spent the entire weekend studying or watching old episodes of Scrubs on my computer.And that's all I'll be doing until Thursday night, when I'll drop the studying and just watch a lot of Scrubs.Then Friday night I hit a bus back home with m'man Bri for reading week, so if you're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107638344802828606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107638344802828606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107638344802828606' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107604321562390554</id><published>2004-02-05T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T23:55:17.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unleash the skeletons from your closet...Let me start off by saying there's nothing that beats the blues and re-energizes you like loud Billy Talent and haidong gumdo.  Now, on with the post!Looks can be deceiving.Take this new girl, Pung (? - it's a mix between Pam, Pung, and Pan...odd Chinese [I think] inflection on the end that's hard to transliterate into English), at gumdo.  She stands</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107604321562390554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107604321562390554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107604321562390554' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107576888446291999</id><published>2004-02-02T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T20:15:04.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tell me a fable...We have a new psyc prof now.  He started class off by going into the "audience" and asking people their names and where they were from.With the mike.It went from there to just asking in general where people were from, making cracks about Baffin Island, and other stuff I've forgotten now.In other words, the first 20 minutes or so of class sounded like a stand-up routine.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107576888446291999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107576888446291999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107576888446291999' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107566544032133977</id><published>2004-02-01T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T14:58:58.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Doesn't anybody know how to walk anymore...I waeled my Gaels last night, and it was quite the fun evening.Only ended up being my 3 Gaels and 6 of us froshies (myself, Eoin, Mike, Matt, Jane, Catherine), but it was still a fun night.You can check out pictures here.I think the event really solidified my decision to attempt to become a Gael - I was waffling a little before.  But because of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107566544032133977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107566544032133977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107566544032133977' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107556610021281191</id><published>2004-01-31T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T14:14:12.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please, one more pill, one more night...For the past week, I've been waiting for last night: "Pilate's gonna be playing Alfie's, with a couple of opening bands nobody has ever heard of!"I downloaded all that I could find of theirs on DC (in hindsight, might have been a bad idea - more on that later), and listened to it throughout the week (interspread with Dashboard, since Jenna returned my CD</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107556610021281191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107556610021281191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107556610021281191' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107553024054378632</id><published>2004-01-31T01:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T01:25:36.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pilate disappoints; Stabilo Steals the ShowFull concert report to come tomorrow...err...later today.'night all!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107553024054378632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107553024054378632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107553024054378632' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107524759357539085</id><published>2004-01-27T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T18:54:46.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't try to save me I'm not all I thought I was...I decided to be a bit daring today:Guy At the Grill Station: "Hey, what can I get you?"Me: "I'll have a chicken burger and a cheesburger...on the same bun"Him: [tone of complete incredulity]"On the same bun!?!" [/tone of complete incredulity]It wasn't that bad, actually...stood quite well on its own without any condiments of any kind (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107524759357539085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107524759357539085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107524759357539085' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107495816148026015</id><published>2004-01-24T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T10:30:51.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who are you? A series of lines that fill a comprehensive chart...This is your Queen's tuition fees at work...at least, if you take chemistry.I picked up this cup yesterday outside of a guest lecture given by Dr. Jeff Moore on the topic of "self-healing polymers".Having finished chemistry in Chernoff Auditorium around 9:15, I headed over to the main building so I could get a seat in this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107495816148026015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107495816148026015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107495816148026015' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107481845839908054</id><published>2004-01-22T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T19:42:26.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to be someone who believes...Bash.org has ruined my life.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107481845839908054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107481845839908054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107481845839908054' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107474469297817702</id><published>2004-01-21T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T23:13:00.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We all want something beautiful, I wish I was beautiful...Listening to Mr Jones on repeat.Have for the past half hour or so.I'm bored right now, and tired (possibly due to the boredom), and when I'm bored I brood.I don't brood about anything in particular, I just get in that melancholic, bothered, brooding state.  At this point, almost anything seems bothersome.I think I need a hobby...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107474469297817702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107474469297817702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107474469297817702' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107455685068626264</id><published>2004-01-19T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T23:35:01.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Say that you'll stay forever and a day...Found out by perusing the menu, in an attempt to refresh my memory, that the delicious rice marrobone things last night were actually something called "cheung fun".Now I just need to remember that for the next time I order chinese food...laterSpirited Away gets two thumbs up!!!I don't know exactly what it was about the movie...for the first part, I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107455685068626264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107455685068626264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107455685068626264' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107447689514740753</id><published>2004-01-18T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T20:52:09.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uncle Richard, me and James Earl Jones...When you're the floor hermit, and like to neglect your work, it's very easy to get kinda bored in rez.Thankfully, I had an optical mouse to entertain me.  I managed to get my foot caught in the cord last week, and flung the mouse against my desk leg.  The scrolly-thingie was permanently stuck in, and one of the buttons really didn't work all that well,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107447689514740753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107447689514740753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107447689514740753' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107439534387007828</id><published>2004-01-17T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T22:10:27.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away...Today we actually got to spar in gumdo.It was an interesting experience...It's quite hard to apply our gumdo practices in real combat.  I found it particularly hard to actually perform a decent block or parry, while at the same time it was exceedingly difficult to bypass the opponent's sword.  Got caught on a few right-left combos, with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107439534387007828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107439534387007828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107439534387007828' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107427375380705894</id><published>2004-01-16T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T12:27:48.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[piano solo]Sorry if last night's post seemed a little incomplete, short, terse, or generally incoherent.While blogging, I was making instant noodles while talking on the phone and dealing with a wicked behind-the-eyes sinus headache (the only type of headache I ever get).Turns out that's nothing alcohol can't solve (the headache, I mean).  Neither is sleepiness - don't listen when they lie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107427375380705894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107427375380705894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107427375380705894' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107422785750067563</id><published>2004-01-15T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T23:38:58.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Our house, in the middle of our street...House hunting is officially over.Gary, Jamie, Brian and I sat through a 3 hour plus talk, going over every detail in the lease, then signed it and handed it to our future landlady, Ms. Daphne Dean.As of May 1st of this year, we will be the proud tenants of 112 Gore St., unit 4.Right across the hall from some fine young ladies (Ellen, Winnie, Eileen, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107422785750067563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107422785750067563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107422785750067563' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107403303187384556</id><published>2004-01-13T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T17:31:51.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Come with me in the twilight of a summer night for a while...Just got my first "report card" from Queen's.What can I say?  Even without the +5% bonus for psyc studies (which will be added to my mark at the end of the year), I still managed a respectable 93.5% average.Of course, in term 2 I expect my chem mark to drop a bit (how could it not?  I'm sitting at 99 right now :), my bio mark to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107403303187384556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107403303187384556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107403303187384556' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107379681294923380</id><published>2004-01-10T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T23:54:49.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shine bright morning light...Went house-hunting today, and wasn't that exciting.  Finally met up with Ms. Daphne "Dictator" Dean, and, even if she does go around every night with a security team checking her houses, her terms, as she laid them out in the preliminary speech, don't seem that bad.No partying.No drinking outside.No more than 3 or 4 guests after 9pm.No pets (fish and birds are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107379681294923380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107379681294923380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107379681294923380' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107366632811692266</id><published>2004-01-09T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T11:42:17.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I need more friends with wings...Something troubled me all last term - namely, that Bri and Tom's drunken antics often led to very interesting and humorous situations.Now, whenever I had hung out with them last term, it was usually just staying in someone's room, often with them drinking and me not, and it ended up being, I must say, rather uneventful.  When they went out clubbing/kegging, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107366632811692266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107366632811692266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107366632811692266' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107357437917852025</id><published>2004-01-08T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T10:07:33.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the greatest and best song in the world...Gah!  I hate standard tuning!Had to get down to double-drop-D to play this tab I found (which ended up sounding pretty bad), and while I was tuning my high-e back up to E, it snapped :*(grr...and the guitar shop is so far away...and it's so cold...Hopefully I'll be able to bum a string off someone...then as soon as it gets warmer, I'm gonna</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107357437917852025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107357437917852025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107357437917852025' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107344688600890084</id><published>2004-01-06T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T22:42:38.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He was shakin' lots of bacon, cook an egg in his shoe...What, exactly, does it mean to be shaking lots of bacon?Term has started again, and with it comes the inevitable readings, assignments, labs (although no chem/phys for 2/1 week(s)!), and math quizzes (on stuff covered BEFORE BREAK!  Oi!).And, of course, the endless movie/anime watching - that's pretty much all I've been filling (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107344688600890084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107344688600890084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107344688600890084' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107327379481978324</id><published>2004-01-04T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T22:37:45.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you ever thought of doing drugs...Watch Requiem for a Dream...and you'll never start, I guarantee it.  It would be like a Clockwork Orange-esque treatment method.I swear, that is the most disturbing movie I've ever seen.  I felt like vomiting afterwards.I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107327379481978324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107327379481978324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107327379481978324' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107318687860131229</id><published>2004-01-03T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T23:12:46.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello there, the angel from my nightmare...Well, I'm bored, and I guess since I never get junk mail (do NOT send it to me now! &gt;:| ), this is as close as it comes.Courtesy of Celine and someone from her link section:1. Describe the best feeling you've ever had: I went through a month where I was completely contented, optimistic, and...I DIDN'T FEEL TIRED!!!2. Were you named after anyone: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107318687860131229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107318687860131229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107318687860131229' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107316458642027688</id><published>2004-01-03T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T16:17:35.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is how it is, this is how it goes...Finally got my hard drive problem fixed, thanks to my man Tom.  It turns out that the one from FutureShop was, indeed, faulty, so I just refunded it and headed off to Pacific Mall - aka the worst place on Earth to try to park.  There are only a few times in life I regret having my licence, and going to PacMall is one of them.  Ended up picking up the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107316458642027688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107316458642027688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107316458642027688' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107293988914796396</id><published>2004-01-01T01:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T01:52:35.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To carry our love away, to carry it away...Happy new year, everybody!  Here's to life, love, and luck in 2004 - may it be bigger and better than 2003 ever was.So now you're expecting a big heartfelt recap of 2003, right?Truth be told, I can't really remember all that much before...oh...about late November.Seriously.So I'll just say that I seem to recall that 2003 was a good year.First </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107293988914796396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107293988914796396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107293988914796396' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107284468840332449</id><published>2003-12-30T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T23:25:54.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We will still need a song...Today I basically did only 3 things:1. Ate2. Drove3. Watched moviesSaw Pirates of the Caribbean (again), Lost in Translation, and LA Confidential at Bri's, then drove off to see Something's Gotta Give with Tom and Celine (too lazy to link here...she's on my sidebar).But we decided to go back to Tom's and watch Boondock Saints instead.Pirates I have nothing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107284468840332449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107284468840332449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107284468840332449' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107279761354126474</id><published>2003-12-30T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T10:21:18.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You don't have to put on the red light...Karaoke last night, and once again I proved how incredibly non-existant my singing skills are.So you know what to do when you can't really sing...Scream really loudly and ham it up in a faux-Metallica, quasi-Jack Black voice.Shouldn't have been listening to the D before going...Props to Tom Hazelton for his wonderful rendition of some Mandarin song.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107279761354126474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107279761354126474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107279761354126474' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107266718407705533</id><published>2003-12-28T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T22:07:27.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Voices of violence...I think Billy Talent would make a great driving CD...as long as there's ample opportunity to drive fast, and few red lights.That's all I wanted to say.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107266718407705533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107266718407705533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107266718407705533' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107265402401156333</id><published>2003-12-28T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T18:28:07.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To everything, turn, turn, turn...As I mentioned in the last post's addendum, sound is back.And haloscan fixed the problem with the commenting system (last few hundred new users were registered incorrectly), so that's up and running.Ran a Western Digital online diagnostic, and it turns out "your hard drive is not functioning properly".So back to Future Shop it goes...and if they don't have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107265402401156333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107265402401156333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107265402401156333' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107264827434827553</id><published>2003-12-28T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T17:31:49.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FUCK!!!!Great...just abso-fucking-lutely great.Now I'm not getting any sound.None at all.My speakers are still working fine, so I'm guessing now there's something wrong with my sound card.Any minute now my power source will blow again, frying my motherboard and hopefully creating an explosion that will send a shard of plastic/metal through my heart, killing me.I FUCKING HATE COMPUTERS!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107264827434827553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107264827434827553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107264827434827553' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107264747366763500</id><published>2003-12-28T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T16:38:56.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a loser, baby, so why don't you kill me...Spent all day trying to install my new hard drive, to no avail.Either:a) it is recognized, as a 0MB drive b) it is not recognizedc) "incorrect parameter" pops up anytime I want to work with itd) it's recognized as a 32GB driveI think it's probably a BIOS conflict (my BIOS is kinda old), but the software Western Digital says I should use at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107264747366763500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107264747366763500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107264747366763500' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107262523878260462</id><published>2003-12-28T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T10:31:01.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And i'm quite aware we're dying...Finally, thanks to the kind folks at Haloscan, I've gotten my comment system back! ^.^Neither CommentThis! nor enetation worked for some reason...Going to install my new 80GB HDD this morning, and spend some/all of the afternoon backing up files and formatting my 40-gig.  Thing's been screwing up a like a mother, so I think it's long overdo for a clean wipe.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107262523878260462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107262523878260462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107262523878260462' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107258450764128572</id><published>2003-12-27T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T23:42:11.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been here before a few times...Flashback movie moment of the year:Eowyn/Luke: I have to save you, father!Rohan-guy/Vader: You...already...have....Sweet sassy molassy!  As soon as she went over to him, I was thinking "please...God...don't let them do the Star Wars thing."But they did.In case you couldn't tell, I saw LotR:RotK today, and it was easily the worst of the trilogy.So...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107258450764128572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107258450764128572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107258450764128572' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107249328524843477</id><published>2003-12-26T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T21:54:24.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll miss your laugh, your smile...Blogger seems to be fucked up...didn't change my template at all, and suddenly my sidebar's gone, as is everything past the opening bracket for the comment system on my last post...Hopefully this post will fix things. *fingers crossed*Went to FutureShop today, and I know what you're saying - I'm nuts.Well, I guess I am.  Wanted to grab an 80GB hard drive </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107249328524843477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107249328524843477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107249328524843477' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107236998393712492</id><published>2003-12-25T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T11:38:56.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So if you really like Christmas, come on and let it snow...Merry Christmas ya buggers! (and you non-buggers too)Hope today is good for everyone.Now down to business:Anyone want a digital camera?Earlier this year I debated strongly between the above-linked Powershot a70 (the better one of the two shown there, with 3.2 megapixel res.), and the Pentax Optio S.I went with the Powershot.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107236998393712492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107236998393712492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107236998393712492' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107232292155529978</id><published>2003-12-24T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T22:29:41.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now you see it...This was as far as I had planned the design of my site.After signing up for 3 (!) different free webhosts, I finally found one that I'd be able to link to for images properly (go Angelfire!) - images hosted at Geocities ended up being dead image links when I tried to view them on this site, and Tripod images were replaced with this:But now it's finally done.Hope y'all like</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107232292155529978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107232292155529978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107232292155529978' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107230862936918802</id><published>2003-12-24T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T18:31:28.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We three kings...Al and Gary - you just made my day.These guys show up unexpected at my door today (something I'm sure many of you experienced as well), spreading xmas cheer.  Having been bored up to this point, they really brightened my mood, then I hopped in the magic non-fuel-consuming car and joined them in their hooliganizing.You guys are great...Gotta run off to church now...in case</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107230862936918802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107230862936918802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107230862936918802' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107220490072371351</id><published>2003-12-23T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T15:30:34.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We lift the rocket/out of the pocket/nothing can stop it/we can only watch it...China's going to launch their first manned spacecraft soon.Now that I'm done tying this post to the title, the real event:I can't connect to this site with my ftp prog (WS_FTP LE, as per radio ninja's advice), because I'm an idiot who's useless with a computer.Here's what I got:Profile Name: [unimportant]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107220490072371351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107220490072371351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107220490072371351' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107220296251335654</id><published>2003-12-23T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T13:10:21.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes...Love Actually was, I believe, the funniest movie I've seen all year.  True, it was a bit...serendipidous at times (ie. all the way through), but still there's nothing that compares with the comedy gold that is Bill Nighy.I think I'll find myself a copy of premiere and just string together all the scenes he's in...Liam Neeson and his kid were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107220296251335654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107220296251335654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107220296251335654' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107211227033841570</id><published>2003-12-22T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T17:20:44.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'd like a cup of milkshake...Well, I've begun to make my new template...This site will be under construction for the next little while...but the blog will (hopefully) be updated and visible when you visit...~A little while later~Gotta get some html lessons...like:a) how to draw horizontal/vertical lines (in a certain color)b) how to insert images at certain places, with a certain sizec</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107211227033841570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107211227033841570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107211227033841570' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107204765475782408</id><published>2003-12-21T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T18:01:51.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm not tired, I just sleep...Well, actually I was quite tired today, but that's just the norm.Work can almost become enjoyable on a day like today - not too cold, a few customers, and just enough work to keep you busy, albeit at a fairly relaxed pace.  I felt pretty good today, and it went fairly quickly.  5:00 rolls around, and I'm giddy as can be - for once, it looks like we'll be able to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107204765475782408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107204765475782408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107204765475782408' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107179655697838077</id><published>2003-12-18T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T20:21:59.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Leaving it all behind..."It" in the title refers to modesty, and the person of which we are referring is none other than my favourite pop star, Michelle Branch, who, as you might have guessed from that pic, "graces" the cover of the January issue of Maxim magazine.Why, Michelle, why?!?You used to be so innocent!Even if you weren't the prettiest thing outside of promo shots...Supposedly, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107179655697838077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107179655697838077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107179655697838077' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107169636985133506</id><published>2003-12-17T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T16:27:02.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1 down, 7 to go...Exam periods, I mean, in my undergraduate years...Just finished chem (choose 25 of the following 36 multiple choice; 10 of the following 17 short answer - I love you Dr. Baird!), and you'd think I'd be elated to be done exams.Unfortunately, I went to check my psyc exam mark after...sure, I got 92% overall (on my exam and thus far in the year) which is pretty damn good, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107169636985133506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107169636985133506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107169636985133506' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107163587711079764</id><published>2003-12-16T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T23:38:48.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They can take our lives, but they will never take our freedomWill anyone ever film a historic epic that could rival the masterpiece that is Braveheart?I think it's an impossible task, akin to making a space-movie better than the original Star Wars (albeit harder).Gladiator, The Last Samurai...both fine films, but none even begin to approach Mel Gibson at his finest.And Troy will fare no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107163587711079764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107163587711079764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107163587711079764' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107154096119915963</id><published>2003-12-15T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T21:17:31.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think i'll give up on this titling thing soon...Came back from bio exam - finished in under 2 hours, not because I aced it but cuz those questions I didn't know the answer for I really didn't know the answer to...I got some of them down to two or three options, but after that it was all guesswork.So I went with my original gut instincts, and left.Then remembered I left my textbook back at</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107154096119915963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107154096119915963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107154096119915963' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107143982685383024</id><published>2003-12-14T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T17:11:16.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's good to be home...I'm back at Queen's, safe and sound...what a ride.Roads are incredibly snowy...people sliding all over the place - saw a car wiped out at LEAST every 30 minutes on that bus ride...So while I'm trying to study, and listening to the melodious sounds of 3 Doors Down, I'm thrown forward in my seat, and see a wall of snow on the left hand side of the bus.We hit the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107143982685383024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107143982685383024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107143982685383024' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107133234536937292</id><published>2003-12-13T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T11:19:53.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Go Jess, it's your birthday...Yeah, that's right - so wish her a good one!Yesterday was fun.  Props to Al, the man with the plan, and Danny C, aka Mr. Teal, for his fantastic reconnaisance work.Went back to the school (again!), this time with Al, Max, and Will, to surprise Jess during lunch, and she seemed pleasantly surprised, which was good.Unfortunately, we decided to stop by Ms Corry's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107133234536937292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107133234536937292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107133234536937292' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107108127874012285</id><published>2003-12-10T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T13:36:14.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You can never get away...So I just got back from MDHS.  Arrived before first period, so I could be there for the AP English class (aiya, why did it have to be 1st period?  I need my sleep, I needz it!!!).  But I was fooled - instead of listening in on an interesting class discussion, and perhaps reading some chem, Ms Corry got me to go up and tell everyone about how university was. So I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107108127874012285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107108127874012285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107108127874012285' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107094201941453891</id><published>2003-12-08T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T22:54:23.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright, I tried to post a little while ago, but I guess it didn't save/register/post it :/Anyway, I think it's about thyme this website had a makeover.  It's looking kinda...ratty, old fashioned, simple, and I-just-used-a-blogger-template-esque.So I'm going to change it.Probably.After exams.Assuming I remember how to do ANYTHING in HTML...*looks up* alright, that should give me enough </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107094201941453891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107094201941453891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107094201941453891' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107067624089432526</id><published>2003-12-05T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T21:04:42.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haha...who needs studying?Just came back from my calc exam and I smoked that bitch!!!How does it feel to have my dick up your ass, Queen's?There was only one slightly difficult thing on that exam (a limit), and I couldn't be bothered to think about it so I just whipped out a little L'Hopital's Rule (which I haven't officially learned in either AP or this year) and called it a night.Only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107067624089432526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107067624089432526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107067624089432526' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107066406613023051</id><published>2003-12-05T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T17:41:46.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh Lord.Just came back from my physics exam.It was supposed to be 2 hours long, but due to a secretorial screw-up, it ended up being labelled as 3 hours.Which was good, considering my prof walks by after 2 hours and 10 minutes and proceeds to say "oh, didn't I give you the masses in that question?  Oops"Of course, the question was impossible without the masses (2 equations, 4 unknowns - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107066406613023051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107066406613023051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107066406613023051' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107055568944935967</id><published>2003-12-04T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T11:35:28.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1 down, 4 to goWell, the psyc exam didn't go as badly as I thought it would.  100 multiple choice, 3 "essay" questions, and I was done in less than an hour and a half...then just had to check stuff over (changed a few MC, put a few more sentences in the essays), and leave...45 minutes before the exam period ended.Took a complete guess as to the person who developed the trichromatic theory of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107055568944935967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107055568944935967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107055568944935967' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805741.post-107008218235060011</id><published>2003-11-29T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T00:03:36.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank God I didn't have anyone over here watching "My Sassy Girl" with me...it would have been embarrassing.After all, this was just the last piece of evidence in a long line of proof showing that, as much as I'd hate to admit it, I'm really just a sappy woman inside.I mean, for God's sake I almost cried...No more of these boy-meets-girl, boy-loses-girl, boy-finds-girl-again movies for me...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107008218235060011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805741/posts/default/107008218235060011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyingllama.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107008218235060011' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Baker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
