<?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-5703796</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:28:13.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>knic84's public diary</title><subtitle type='html'>Boring day-by-day news from my equally boring life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-111289376509596739</id><published>2005-04-07T12:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T13:09:25.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If you were directed here...</title><summary type='text'>...it means that a) you're on my msn list and b) you cared enough to come to this page. And since you cared, I'm going to offer up an explanation in a very self-centric manner of why you're here.I'm going on a Messenger-free diet for all but a few hours a week. Where those hours fall, and how many they are, will no doubt differ each time. I make no promises. Why would I do this? Don't even think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/111289376509596739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/111289376509596739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111289376509596739' title='If you were directed here...'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-108248087547532943</id><published>2004-04-20T12:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T13:10:52.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch time means a post for you.</title><summary type='text'>It's been a record low, how many, 2 days or so since the last post? Wow. Let's draw up the similarities of this workday to the last:1) I'm posting on lunch.2) I'm having the same lunch - scalding hot instant rotini3) I'm bored.The checklist above pretty much covers any given day that I might post. Except today I made a paper airplane out of a sticky note when I realized I hadn't made the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/108248087547532943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/108248087547532943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108248087547532943' title='Lunch time means a post for you.'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-108213450125352858</id><published>2004-04-16T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T12:57:53.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back, didja miss me?</title><summary type='text'>I've decided due to any lack of demand whatsoever to end the hiatus and revive this comatose blog. Pluck it from the brink of damnation and most likely deletion, if you will. I'm already enjoying this again!It's been, what, half a year since this went inactive? Well, let's see, I could blame work. I'm there right now, on lunch which, logically, you'd think I'd want to spend away from the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/108213450125352858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/108213450125352858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108213450125352858' title='I&apos;m back, didja miss me?'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-107317846626293824</id><published>2004-01-03T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T20:08:55.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here.</title><summary type='text'>This thing hasn't been updated in quite some time, now has it? My holiday blogging hiatus can be considered over as of now, as excessive free time and the accompanying boredom more than allow for updates. Read: gawd I'm bored. Though I've been keeping surprisingly busy with my social circles and fun in general, I've got a bit of an ambition vacuum forming - idling around like I've been is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/107317846626293824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/107317846626293824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107317846626293824' title='Still here.'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-107120361618769411</id><published>2003-12-11T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T23:34:22.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Semester 3 out. And the amazing pants bug</title><summary type='text'>Today marked the last exam of my uneventful, uninspiring, unforgettably boring third semester of computer programming at my beloved college. Hip hip hooray, joy and glee. The marks may not be as pretty a sight this time around as the previous two, but I really don't feel fully accountable. In that narrow margin that keeps me from feeling totally slackish and self-loathing is the fact that early </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/107120361618769411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/107120361618769411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107120361618769411' title='Semester 3 out. And the amazing pants bug'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106998349211381881</id><published>2003-11-27T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T20:38:44.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Revolution continues</title><summary type='text'>Konami seems to have attributed some of the Dance Dance Revolution franchise success to its important-sounding moniker, as they and maker of Frequency and Amplitude, Harmonix, have slapped it on the fruit of their collaboration, Karaoke Revolution, a singing game for PS2 which employs the pack-in microphone as its weapon of choice. That or they just aren't good with titles, which would explain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106998349211381881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106998349211381881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106998349211381881' title='The Revolution continues'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106936515671008286</id><published>2003-11-20T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T16:53:02.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buyer beware, or you'll need healthcare...</title><summary type='text'>It's been 2 days since the incident, the grotesque nature of which merited this post, my boycott on food at my college, and a refund of my $1.10. You see, when I bought an Amazon Brittle chocolate bar from one of the school variety stores, I paid for a milk-chocolatey blend of toffee, cashews, and brazil nuts. No one seems to know what Amazon Brittle is - it's one of Cadbury's shiny purple </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106936515671008286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106936515671008286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106936515671008286' title='Buyer beware, or you&apos;ll need healthcare...'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106875856873995533</id><published>2003-11-13T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T16:23:07.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The rich history of VG Music and more...</title><summary type='text'>Having lost the Electronic Gaming Monthly that had an interview with MAME's creator that I needed for my ethics course, I was looking through articles online for something similar a couple days ago and came across a familiar name: Overclocked. Once a comic I never read about the emulation scene, it's been discontinued for some time now. The author's current focus is remixes, which reminded me of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106875856873995533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106875856873995533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106875856873995533' title='The rich history of VG Music and more...'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106808147732633414</id><published>2003-11-05T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T20:17:55.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I'm angry.</title><summary type='text'>Blogger has never wronged me, bless its digital soul. User-friendly and tailored specifically for those who'd like to have their voices heard but would rather not apply any effort to HTML editing, even if they're well versed and have no excuse not to other than being frickin' lazy, its also free. But it's annoying when it pretends to have features that in actuality, it doesn't. You're writing a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106808147732633414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106808147732633414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106808147732633414' title='Now I&apos;m angry.'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106721670556322750</id><published>2003-10-26T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T20:05:05.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hickory dickory dock...</title><summary type='text'>Damn that infernal clock. Ticking down the hours to a project I've been avoiding partly out of sheer lack of motivation, but mostly due to the fact I know how many roadblocks will jump up out of my compiler and into my cursing, tear-stained face. This isn't entirely my own ineptitude at work, however. Though in my perennial inconfidence I am tempted to riddle my self esteem with the bullets of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106721670556322750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106721670556322750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106721670556322750' title='Hickory dickory dock...'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106659343757953869</id><published>2003-10-19T15:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T15:57:16.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Go go Viewtiful Joe</title><summary type='text'>The lack of updates has gone on long enough, and I really hav no excuse. The schoolwork is heating up, but it's not like I'm hard at work on it. I acknowledge it in my own way - losing sleep, stressing out, etc. but I'll be damned if I actually do anything constructive about it.Nothing evidences this better than going out and renting Viewtiful Joe for the Gamecube last night. With 3 midterms </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106659343757953869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106659343757953869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106659343757953869' title='Go go Viewtiful Joe'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106609537438804280</id><published>2003-10-13T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T21:36:14.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A belated Happy Thanksgiving  to you.</title><summary type='text'>I hope you all are stuffed silly with turkey and the other holiday food staples. It was a relaxed and enjoyable weekend featuring a bare minimum of physical activity, which is to say I couldn't have asked for more. A quiet time to count my blessings and reflect on stuff other than the crap I usually think about. Nope, I'm fooling, I still bitched about everything and thought about why they put </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106609537438804280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106609537438804280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106609537438804280' title='A belated Happy Thanksgiving  to you.'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106564594426785948</id><published>2003-10-08T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T16:45:43.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Climate warming and my basement infestation</title><summary type='text'>For the past week or so, some creepy crawly wonders have been coming out of the woodwork in my basement. A hornet/wasp/other stinging and thus scary insect seems to emerge everyday, joining the permanent menagerie of spiders and millipedes just as they routinely did last year and possibly the year before in the Fall. This unfailingly scares the bejeezus out of me and warrants an investigation. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106564594426785948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106564594426785948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106564594426785948' title='Climate warming and my basement infestation'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106556967402801530</id><published>2003-10-07T19:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T19:34:33.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud owner of Ancient Currency (capitalized to show enthusiasm)</title><summary type='text'>Back in younger years, I collected with great interest the monetary runoff from many a relative's vacations to exotic locales. That is to say, foreign loose change - the likes of which included old, aluminum Cuban centavos and Austrian something-or-others, German Deutschmarks and Pfenning (always liked that name), and big fat whopping Polynesian beauts with palm trees. Warmer places luck out in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106556967402801530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106556967402801530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106556967402801530' title='Proud owner of Ancient Currency (capitalized to show enthusiasm)'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106523883796197767</id><published>2003-10-03T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T23:40:37.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired and wondering...</title><summary type='text'>Hey all, I'm overdue for a post.  It's late, I'm tired, so the theme of the evening will be lack of coherent thought. Strap yourselves in for what may turn out to be a typographical rollercoaster.So a couple days ago, class let out early (as it often tends to do, but not so often as it starts late or is cancelled) and so the natural impulse was to go downtown and fritter away valuable school </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106523883796197767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106523883796197767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106523883796197767' title='Tired and wondering...'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106486219229714306</id><published>2003-09-29T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T15:03:12.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happyish day.</title><summary type='text'>We gamers of the northernmost north have to wait a little longer for our new releases. Today, after a breathless wait by Canada's 10 fans of the game, DDRMax2 for Playstation 2 finally hits store shelves. As a major fan of the series for the past year and a bit, I'm pleased, and will soon scoop up a copy of my very own to love. For those not in the know, please get yourselves out to an arcade </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106486219229714306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106486219229714306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106486219229714306' title='Happyish day.'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106454910369906662</id><published>2003-09-26T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T00:05:03.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Token post.</title><summary type='text'>Can it be true? 5 whole days since I bothered to make with the typing here? Any readership I once had should, as good sense and plain ol' sanity would dictate, have moved on to greener pastures by now. But then I wouldn't want to insult anyone, you nutbars.On with the post. Today was freebie day, in that I got a FREE sub and a FREE 7-day game rental. The sub was tasty and I'll soon know whether</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106454910369906662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106454910369906662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106454910369906662' title='Token post.'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106410635916761709</id><published>2003-09-20T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T21:12:37.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, a Fantastic Find!</title><summary type='text'>Too bad it wouldn't make any sense to put a 'y' in the title, but you get the drift. If you don't, let me spell it out for you my dull-witted friend: at the Highbury road Microplay this evening me and my brother happened upon among the most sacred pieces of gaming lore, nearly complete and oh so holy. (FANFARE HERE)YES! Final Fantasy, the original, the classic, in preowned, grey plastic glory. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106410635916761709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106410635916761709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106410635916761709' title='&lt;strong&gt;Final&lt;/strong&gt;ly, a &lt;strong&gt;Fantas&lt;/strong&gt;tic Find!'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106402526995039878</id><published>2003-09-19T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T22:36:03.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It be a special day to-day!</title><summary type='text'>According to the news according to my sister, it's "Talk like a Pirate Day" today. I only have 2 more hours to soliloquize in the swashbuckling lingo! Better make good use of it.Them scurvy London Knights were a-playin' their first round against the Peterborough Petes (that be a fine sailor's name) tonight, and me and me trusty crew went to watch 'em. Arrgh, they was a-swabbin' the rink with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106402526995039878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106402526995039878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106402526995039878' title='It be a special day to-day!'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106384273462805636</id><published>2003-09-17T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T19:52:14.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Geocities.</title><summary type='text'>Well I've caved, and I'm hotlinking from those bastards now. If you can just access the image from the url I'm giving, but they just don't like the fact that you're clicking an off-site link, what's the point? Sorry Geocities. The pictures... I mean, text files work now.Also, you probably wondered at the first line in the first marble-related entry. I said  No word of a lie, I wrote it like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106384273462805636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106384273462805636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106384273462805636' title='Stupid Geocities.'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106373728921809860</id><published>2003-09-16T14:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T19:43:20.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marble Madne-- wait, copyright... Mayhem, part II!</title><summary type='text'>I was getting so caught up in nostalgia last night that I couldn't just leave yesterday's marble-blabathon as is. So in an exciting follow up, here are pictures of my PRIZED COLLECTION! It's only somewhere around 200 overall which was a paltry sum compared to that of most people I knew. Some kids had 500 or more of the things, filling entire tin boxes, but how many of these were store-bought or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106373728921809860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106373728921809860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106373728921809860' title='Marble Madne-- wait, copyright... Mayhem, part II!'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106367865502826236</id><published>2003-09-15T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T22:25:29.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail, lots of it. And, remembering when Marbles were in.</title><summary type='text'>No word of a lie, I wrote it like that the first time then erased it, but then I realized haxx0r is still in. Isn't it?I was rolling pennies and to my credit finished 1 roll with approximately the 50 pennies it's supposed to contain, but gave up after losing count for about the 5th time on my next attempt. We've all been there. Damn this blog is a waste of time, haha.....There was a nice </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106367865502826236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106367865502826236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106367865502826236' title='Hail, lots of it. And, remembering when Marbles were in.'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106348468029569561</id><published>2003-09-13T16:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T16:24:40.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah.</title><summary type='text'>Just not putting the same feeling into these titles as before am I? Well, I owe all of my 2.5 readers an entry, so here we go.I saw Akira last night and what can I say, the movie was weird. Kinda cool really, I can say with confidence that those who believe anime has gone downhill in sheer quality since CG became so integral to it have a point. The animation was really superb, especially if you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106348468029569561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106348468029569561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106348468029569561' title='Bah.'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106341419388616342</id><published>2003-09-12T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T20:49:53.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wee doggin'.</title><summary type='text'>The second week of college has come and gone, yipee skipee. The past couple days have been tough-going on lil' ol' me... first I'll rattle off my complaints. The valiant effort to get Linux working on my laptop in this virtual machine emulator software called VMware, ended today. I've got to get it working some time, so naturally this won't be the final fisticuffs between user and operating </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106341419388616342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106341419388616342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106341419388616342' title='Wee doggin&apos;.'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106316106533706222</id><published>2003-09-09T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T22:42:47.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ye Olde Faire</title><summary type='text'>It looks like the pictures on my Virtual Boy entry don't want to come up. I guess it's better suited to being on an actual web site than in a blog, so I'll copy what I have and put that on my poor old neglected site. Maybe make it into a regular feature.EDIT: Thanks to a little bit of filename trickery, now the pics WILL show. But I do feel kind of bad for taking advantage of Geocities like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106316106533706222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106316106533706222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106316106533706222' title='Ye Olde Faire'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106296420169149365</id><published>2003-09-07T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T22:45:05.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of nostalgia - the Virtual Boy</title><summary type='text'>I've got a bit of an article in mind for you today (and if no one reads it, at least I'll have had fun writing it). This blog seems to be shaping up rather erratically - while some days the theme leans toward melancholic self-analysis, today's is a bit of a shiny penny in that murky fountain. I was bestowed a godly bounty of electronic goodies last night courtesy of my super cool pal, Wyatt. Hi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106296420169149365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106296420169149365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106296420169149365' title='A bit of nostalgia - the Virtual Boy'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106279822802088774</id><published>2003-09-05T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T17:44:13.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin' mighty low...</title><summary type='text'>What a day. I really have no reason to bitch, but this week has been somehow indescribably wretched. Today my list of intangible complaints is long and boring, not the least of which is that my brain feels like a rotting piece of fruit and has acted accordingly. My head just aches from fatigue and weighs down on me in some cruel joke by gravity, not aided by the fact I barely ate today, stupid me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106279822802088774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106279822802088774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106279822802088774' title='Feelin&apos; mighty low...'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106271119970449651</id><published>2003-09-04T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T17:33:19.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Won't this week please end?</title><summary type='text'>First week back has felt waaaay longer than it should have. I'm bothered overall by an implaceable angst that I wish would shrivel up and die. Not entirely implaceable but not something I would want to confess to a public blog, so for simplicity's sake let's call it that. And this is despite having a great morning due to a short first period resulting in a 3 hour lunch break, that I used to go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106271119970449651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106271119970449651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106271119970449651' title='Won&apos;t this week please end?'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106252070564864039</id><published>2003-09-02T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T12:38:25.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><summary type='text'>First day back for most people, luckily mine was of the 3-hour, virtually instructionless variety with a nil concentration requirement. Just sat through some course introductions and looked absently at some boxscans courtesy of the Video Game Museum, after my attempt at reading the Cadbury Egg Tribute on X-entertainment.com failed due to me having to hold back the nigh-uncontrollable laughter </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106252070564864039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106252070564864039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106252070564864039' title='Back to school'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106236766100685662</id><published>2003-08-31T18:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T18:07:41.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The epic tale of the vacation journal continues...</title><summary type='text'>Pics have been resized and uploaded. So some time, I'm definitely going to have that journal typed up, or at the very least, just the pics here with some descriptions... I've been really really bored today. If only there was a better way to spend my time. Moreover, if I had any interest in said way. But I don't. That's why I'm going to watch the Fox Box crossover thing later... yes, cartoons. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106236766100685662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106236766100685662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106236766100685662' title='The epic tale of the vacation journal continues...'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106230637999008408</id><published>2003-08-31T01:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T01:06:20.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More games. TOo MaNy GaMeS</title><summary type='text'>My, but it has been too long since I threw anything up here. As fall draws its school-bringing curtain over bright and happy summer, life is yet again getting in the way of having time to waste. And for some reason I'm feeling entirely indifferent to it all. This is most disturbing, as usually I have some false hopes for the year to fill me with temporary anticipation, or resign myself to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106230637999008408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106230637999008408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106230637999008408' title='More games. TOo MaNy GaMeS'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106204152786306780</id><published>2003-08-27T23:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T23:32:07.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot diggity damn that's a good game.</title><summary type='text'>Hey all, back after such a prolonged absence with the only justification being I got my hands on a new gem: F-Zero GX. Very nice game, though I haven't felt the pull of the N64 version, probably since I played that one to insane lengths. But I still love this new and improved version of said game, which deserves as much credit as a standalone experience for those who are new to F-Zero. The track </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106204152786306780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106204152786306780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106204152786306780' title='Hot diggity damn that&apos;s a good game.'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106185107830507061</id><published>2003-08-25T18:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T18:37:58.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from a trip with 'character.'</title><summary type='text'>I guess that's a nice thing to call my 3-day-shortened-to-2-day-cause-it-was-so-boring trip. I'll get around to typing up my written observations just so you have to experience the same things I did. I also took pictures of anything I thought might show just how bored I was, much to the annoyance of everyone with me. As for the quality of the way I spent the past 2 days, I'll have to say it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106185107830507061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106185107830507061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106185107830507061' title='Back from a trip with &apos;character.&apos;'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106166409571414439</id><published>2003-08-23T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T14:41:35.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I vow never to post in anger... on a Saturday.</title><summary type='text'>Another day. Saturday. Yay. No, it really is a good thing. Blessed, boring Saturday. I should do something. But what? Maybe get a bit more for my mom for her birthday tomorrow, I spent more on mother's day than I have so far for this occasion. Shoppers Drug Mart has it all for the aromatherapy nut. Which I wouldn't say she is, at all, but maybe it's just my subconscious way of saying, 'stress </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106166409571414439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106166409571414439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106166409571414439' title='I vow never to post in anger... on a Saturday.'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106156213027555825</id><published>2003-08-22T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T10:22:10.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming up on the finish line...</title><summary type='text'>It's been a long couple months but work's finally about to let out. On this, my final day, I plan on slacking even more than usual and possibly on going out in the evening. If I'm not too tired, which is unlikely seeing as the really frickin loud thunderstorm we had last night kept rocking the house and lighting up my room like a strobe light. I actually like them raging tempests, when they're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106156213027555825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106156213027555825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106156213027555825' title='Coming up on the finish line...'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106149364469440289</id><published>2003-08-21T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T15:20:44.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>News from the machine...</title><summary type='text'>Today's brought a bit more intrigue than yesterday. I went out for lunch with the boss and the head of the IT department to a restaurant called Family Circle, whose spaghetti was actually too bland even for my spice-sensitive tastes. Overall it went over well, especially for one so nervous in the presence of superiors, or for that matter anyone who would think I'm way too picky for scrutinizing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106149364469440289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106149364469440289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106149364469440289' title='News from the machine...'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703796.post-106138570982606677</id><published>2003-08-20T09:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T09:21:49.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Blog Launch Day!</title><summary type='text'>Today marks the first day of this blog. (drum roll please) Prepare yourselves for intense...unmitigated...unsurpassed...BOREDOM! Badump-chee.Those who know me should know to expect that from a log of my life. Those of you who don't, but somehow managed to wander here have now been assimilated, as you are spending your free time much in the way I spend mine: by wasting it. =PWhy a blog? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106138570982606677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703796/posts/default/106138570982606677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knic84.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106138570982606677' title='Happy Blog Launch Day!'/><author><name>knic84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987493271195710339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
