<?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-1449643</id><updated>2011-09-18T17:45:19.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bombardment society</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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>1264</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449643.post-109280957218745391</id><published>2004-08-17T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T23:12:52.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rockin' in: sigur ros - svefn-g-englari had a really great heart to heart with my brother earlier this evening. we talked about a certain subject about so and so and so and so and how the so and so is doing. it was pretty weird because we hardly have heart to hearts and when we do, we end up bawling like the babies that we are. funny. but anyway, thanks lee. now i know, jackass...miss you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/109280957218745391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/109280957218745391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109280957218745391' title=''/><author><name>glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04040987653401422980</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-1449643.post-109091848829558717</id><published>2004-07-27T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T01:58:00.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Conan - the post-monologue, pre-guest part I'm really diggin' this Sondre Lerche kid. Even though I'm not sure what the correct pronunciation of his name is, it's good stuff, and he's cute as a button to boot! Talk about a package deal! I want to listen to some new and exciting stuff. Or old stuff that is exciting that I haven't heard. Either way is fine. Any suggestions would be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/109091848829558717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/109091848829558717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109091848829558717' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-10898733294370938</id><published>2004-07-14T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T23:38:46.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Death Cab for Cutie - Why You'd Want to Live HereMy sleeping has been screwed over the past few days. I did an overnight shift at work from 9 Sunday night until 6 the next morning. (Even though I really stayed until a quarter till 7 because I wanted to look at all our new stuff. I am a huge geek.) So I got home and ate something since all I had was some pizza at around midnight with a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/10898733294370938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/10898733294370938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#10898733294370938' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-108613748999764645</id><published>2004-06-01T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T17:51:29.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Ellen (yes really.)Hoooooweeeee it's been a long time. I've been very disconnected from the computer for a while. Too much working and laundry makes me too tired to be able to sit and type/click. Nice to see Brett dropping a line, even if it was over a month ago.Our idiot manager at work finally put us out of our misery and quit. She's going to work as a flight attendant. (Watch out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/108613748999764645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/108613748999764645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108613748999764645' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-108257480620816288</id><published>2004-04-21T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T12:16:24.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey dudes!  sorry i've been gone a long while.  i've been really busy and without a computer (aka, being drunk and in another room or bar).  i'll try to be on more.  love,breht</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/108257480620816288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/108257480620816288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108257480620816288' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Breakfast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080266675136575239</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-1449643.post-108024771617227549</id><published>2004-03-25T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T12:51:06.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know if this is going on where you live, but I've noticed them multiplying up here so I thought I might inquire. I'm talking about commercials for Jesus. And his buddy God. I mean, do they really need those ads that make him sound like a phone-in dating service? "He's my best friend!" or ""I can talk to him about anything." Give me a break man! I saw one geared toward teens and that one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/108024771617227549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/108024771617227549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108024771617227549' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-107965735839654823</id><published>2004-03-18T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T16:51:42.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Saves the Day - MonkeyEat to work sleep to work work to work work. Now that I'm full time, it's really starting to kick my ass. A whole bunch of our best workers are all in the market for new jobs because our in-store situation has become so unbearable. Sad really.I about shit myself when I saw this. I am giddy!Our soundtrack at work has been surprising me of late. November had the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/107965735839654823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/107965735839654823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107965735839654823' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-107594488307591486</id><published>2004-02-04T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T17:36:24.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: the newsI've started up my jogging again. I'm determined to get healthier man. This whole weight-gain thing is just getting out of control. I keep thinking of my fat, grouchy aunt and I would rather be dead than get to the state that she's in. And I'm not saying this because I'm trying to be mean, I'm saying it because it is truth! People who have met my aunt say the same thing. So I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/107594488307591486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/107594488307591486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107594488307591486' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-107303443348763435</id><published>2004-01-02T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T01:08:21.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Dave (that's Letterman, not your cousin)What an uneventful New Year. I was up at 4:30 AM on the big eve for work, so I really wasn't in the mood for a big hoo-hah. Sat on the couch and watched TV all night. Then, of course, at midnight, the other ghetto folk in our complex were outside banging on pots. Yes really. As soon as I got up today, I cleaned out my closet. Well, the clothing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/107303443348763435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/107303443348763435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107303443348763435' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-107165480792195736</id><published>2003-12-17T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T01:58:34.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Conan (that's O'Brien, not the barbarian)Yeah, it's been a really long time. Meh. Seen a bunch of movies. Worked a lot. Got promoted to full time (finally). Took a trip to Bellis Fair for a day of gluttony. Bought a new TV. Bought a new TV stand since the new TV was too big for the previous one. Bought a DVD player. Paid off the credit card. Re-racked up the bill on said credit card. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/107165480792195736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/107165480792195736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107165480792195736' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-106893055672758427</id><published>2003-11-15T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T14:02:53.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Emperor Penguin - E.D.G.A.R.Right. Another Saturday, and, for the third time in the past four weeks, another overnight shift. We'll probably be getting one more before Xmas, but I'm hoping to not have to work for that one. It's not too bad and all, but the hours are killer. All I look forward to is the pizza they feed us at 1 AM. What a cheap date I am!I actually went out and paid to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106893055672758427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106893055672758427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106893055672758427' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-106714144826035892</id><published>2003-10-25T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T21:10:47.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yes, indeed, michael moore is the fuckin' coolest! that guy rules!...i get to chapter's at, like, 1:30pm, and right when i get to the door, there's a hold up. i'm thinking, 'damn, this is nuts!'. i get passed the door and there's actually nothing going on....except that there were 4 guys dressed in george dubya masks, wearing swastika armbands, while holding a pitchfork in one hand and devil </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106714144826035892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106714144826035892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106714144826035892' title=''/><author><name>glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04040987653401422980</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-1449643.post-106712953207561478</id><published>2003-10-25T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T17:52:12.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Outkast - She Lives In My LapThank you Kainalu for the gift of new Outkast. I have been having the hardest time staying asleep lately. I'll go to bed and fall asleep and then wake up about 3 hours later and be wide awake. For example today, I am working a lovely overnight shift. We're flipping our store around and getting in part of our pre-holiday women's stuff. My shift is from 9 PM </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106712953207561478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106712953207561478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106712953207561478' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-106702597288320769</id><published>2003-10-24T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T13:06:12.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oooohhhh kai, you can bet your sweet ass that if i was in hawaii, there'd be some full blown feedback fuckin' up some poor moke's sleep habits! an album that you should get right now is RIDE 'NOWHERE'. or some WEDDING PRESENT a la BIZARRO or SEAMONSTERS. and HONEY'S DEAD by JAMC is a must too! oh, and frickin' SWERVEDRIVER 'RAISE'. and PALE SAINTS 'THE COMFORTS OF MADNESS'. yeah, shoegazer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106702597288320769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106702597288320769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106702597288320769' title=''/><author><name>glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04040987653401422980</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-1449643.post-106628975104878956</id><published>2003-10-16T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T14:03:42.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, I guess I should do a quick little review of the show last night. I think it's fair to say that Vagrant brought the mutha fuckin' rock. The show was at the Croatian Cultural Center, which, on the inside feels a lot like a school gym, minus the bleachers and basketball hoops and plus a small bar in back. There were so many...KIDS there. Everywhere I looked, I just wanted to tell everyone, "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106628975104878956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106628975104878956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106628975104878956' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-106628700333951203</id><published>2003-10-15T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T23:50:03.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock out: The Late Show w/ DaveLaundry laundry everywhere but not a drop to drink. What? It's been raining like mad so I guess that means it's officially fall. It seems much colder than it should be in mid-October, so I'm worried about winter. Glenn's got his season pass for snowboarding season, so he's all excited, but not me. I'm a cold girl.The new issue of Everyday Food is out, but I'm not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106628700333951203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106628700333951203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106628700333951203' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-106617474030816588</id><published>2003-10-14T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T16:38:59.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock out: OprahYes, I'm an Oprah girl. When I'm out running, I imagine that she's running with me saying things like "Go on girl!" and "You're doing so great!". I am a lunatic.The big Vagrant tour is rolling through our town tonight and Glenn and are going to be there. Saves the Day, Taking Back Sunday, and Moneen. I'm glad I'm not working tomorrow so that I can collect myself from all the rock</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106617474030816588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106617474030816588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106617474030816588' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-106603305106081249</id><published>2003-10-13T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T01:17:30.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock out: Bottle RocketSurprise email. Surprise good flick on tv. My mom phoned me and we chatted for over 2 hours. Lordy. That woman sure can talk. My buddy from work, Steve, was kind enough to lend me his Adaptation DVD. Haven't seen it yet, but it's Spike Jonze. How could it be bad? I'm down to 1 meal and 1 snack a day at the moment. It's not like I'm trying to lose weight or anything like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106603305106081249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106603305106081249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106603305106081249' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-106602009383237170</id><published>2003-10-12T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T21:41:33.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Death Cab for Cutie - The New YearOh internet, I have never loved you so much as I do this night. As I flip through junk mail after junk mail, I find a familiar name from my past. And though we've not spoken or even been in the same place at the same time in five years, give or take, we still have something in common. On a cold and rainy night, I find a message that lights my face up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106602009383237170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106602009383237170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106602009383237170' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-106584654219276824</id><published>2003-10-10T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T21:29:01.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm sorry. i take back that last post. i'm just being immature. somebody once told me that 'confusion is a coward's way out.' i'm just confused, and so it is my duty as a mature human being to 'unconfuse' myself.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106584654219276824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106584654219276824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106584654219276824' title=''/><author><name>glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04040987653401422980</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-1449643.post-106584521585941850</id><published>2003-10-10T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T21:06:55.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>goodbye everybody, i'm gonna kill myself tonight.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106584521585941850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106584521585941850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106584521585941850' title=''/><author><name>glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04040987653401422980</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-1449643.post-106534221862264381</id><published>2003-10-05T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T01:23:38.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: SNL rerunsAn odd night. It's Glenn's brother's, (we'll call him "Lee" from here on,) birthday today and his girlfriend had planned a surprise party for him at some joint. I'm not even sure if it's a food establishment or a bar or what, but anyway, I was working tonight, supposedly until 9, but we got out early at 8. I didn't know where the place was, so I expected Glenn to call at some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106534221862264381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106534221862264381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106534221862264381' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-106516238493984795</id><published>2003-10-02T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T23:26:24.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: the NewsI tried a new cookie recipe tonight. It was from one of my favourite tv not-quite-a-chefs, Alton Brown. He's so scientific with his cooking, so I know there is good reason that he asks for kosher salt rather than the regular stuff and bread flour rather than the all-purpose stuff. This cookie was supposed to be chewy. It turned out paper thin with a cluster of chocolate chips in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106516238493984795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106516238493984795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106516238493984795' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-106513240645624956</id><published>2003-10-02T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T15:08:04.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: While You Were OutSo, a quick update. Dana &amp; Rob's wedding was by far the best wedding that I have been to. Everything was quick and painless and there was never a point in the evening where you were looking at your watch, wondering how much longer until the next event. The ceremony clocked in at about 15 minutes. We were all directed upstairs for cocktails and appetizers promptly after</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106513240645624956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106513240645624956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106513240645624956' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-106324665806227195</id><published>2003-09-10T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T19:17:54.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: the Simpsons: Guatamalan Insanity PeppersWoo hoo! Seattle this weekend for my homegirl Dana's wedding. That's right boys, my hot friend is going to be officially off the market come Sunday. I have the entire weekend off, so it's going to be nice. Glenn and I haven't taken a trip together for a long long time now. I'm still not sure when we're going to be leaving, but I get off work on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106324665806227195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106324665806227195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106324665806227195' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-106256681259286509</id><published>2003-09-02T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T22:26:52.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just watched The Joe Shmo Show and it's really freaking funny. It's funny because everything is so utterly ridiculous that it's hard to believe that this guy is still clueless. The deal is this, the show is supposedly a reality show called Lap of Luxury, but the guy, Joe Shmo, is the only one who's actually playing. The rest of the people on the show are all actors, portraying other characters. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106256681259286509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106256681259286509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106256681259286509' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-106237618605101918</id><published>2003-08-31T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T17:29:46.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: the Simpsons: Housesitting for Mr. BurnsSo far today, I slept until 11, awoken by Granny's noisy cooking. She was cooking for freaking hours. I didn't get a chance to get in there and make myself some breakfast until well after 2. But in the meantime, I watched some Trading Spaces and saw the last half of Tron, (which I'm ashamed to say, I've never seen all the way through). I also </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106237618605101918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106237618605101918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106237618605101918' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-106230401503415737</id><published>2003-08-30T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T21:33:21.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: American JusticeWoot! I've got tomorrow off. Tomorrow is Sunday. This is absolutely unheard of unless I request it off. Pretty stoked. Maybe I'll get to see Inside the Actors Studio or some edited for tv-movies. Probably a little bit of both. I think I'm going to do the sheets and towels and do all my ironing. Isn't that pitiful? But what can I do? Glenn's down South, and that means </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106230401503415737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106230401503415737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106230401503415737' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-106226586527062866</id><published>2003-08-30T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T10:51:05.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Maktubhey guys, just postin' from the emerald city. had a rockin' time last night at bumbershoot. pretty nuts. maktub is the shit. they play a mix of soul, pop, fuckin' rock kinda concoction. pretty slammin' yo. i can see them getting big. they gots them a big sound, too. oh and a big fro to boot. boot to the moon!anyway, i was perusing the local free periodical to check out what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106226586527062866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106226586527062866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106226586527062866' title=''/><author><name>glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04040987653401422980</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-1449643.post-106210286492289427</id><published>2003-08-28T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T13:34:24.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Death Cab for Cutie - StabilityAnother day off, another load of laundry. There were some loose plans to go down to Burlington to get some Krispy Kremes today, but we've all got other things to do, so it's been postponed. No biggie. I really just wanted the Jack in the Box to tell you the truth. I'm trying to stop eating all those lovely things so much you know. But whatev.We finally </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106210286492289427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106210286492289427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106210286492289427' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-106195074484356647</id><published>2003-08-26T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T19:19:04.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: The SimpsonsNo bloggy long time. Day off today even though they tried to call me in. I've already got 40 hours for the week and they want me to come in for more? Sheesh! I did pretty much nothing today. Gave the eyebrows a long overdue shaping, downloaded some Junior Senior, took care of the 'stache. And in all my lazing about, I totally forgot to go out and get more of my favourite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106195074484356647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106195074484356647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106195074484356647' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-106123704534375700</id><published>2003-08-18T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T13:04:05.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if i eat breakfast, i get sick. that is all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106123704534375700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106123704534375700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106123704534375700' title=''/><author><name>citylitesjustblur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.deathbear.com/BonesyWhiteWalk.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449643.post-106117739698353371</id><published>2003-08-17T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T20:29:57.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...just behind moneen, i think these guys are canada's next best kept secret. that's all i gots to say...have a nice day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106117739698353371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106117739698353371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106117739698353371' title=''/><author><name>glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04040987653401422980</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-1449643.post-106114426781811934</id><published>2003-08-17T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T11:17:47.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Some show on TLC about overweight people trying to lose weight.I just had a super breakfast. They're talking about how eating breakfast helps you lose weight. If you wait too long the body goes into starvation mode and blah blah. So it makes me feel good that I had that lovely breakfast now. I had a couple of eggs, scrambled, on an english muffin with cheese and turkey bacon. Not too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106114426781811934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106114426781811934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106114426781811934' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-106088363811828812</id><published>2003-08-14T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T10:58:44.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LORDY.I rose this morning at the hour of a quarter till 7. I ate a small breakfast and showered and dressed. I left the house at 8:15 to pick up Rox and J-Dawg. Come 9:00, I should have been at Roxy's, maybe even at J-Dawg's. Where was I instead? A mere 3 blocks away in front of the Wal Mart, stuck in traffic. Same as I had been since I left the house. I gave up and took a turn, attempting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106088363811828812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106088363811828812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106088363811828812' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-106081136970062257</id><published>2003-08-13T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T14:54:14.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Trading SpacesHow are my triceps sore today after doing, what, maybe three excercises that lasted not more than 30 seconds each yesterday? Am I that out of shape? Good lordy. Someone pour me a whiskey.Laundry day. I didn't do the whites when I last did laundry because I felt the load was too small, so this time around, I've got a heap. That's right, a HEAP. I haven't had a large load </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106081136970062257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106081136970062257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106081136970062257' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-106076181292246294</id><published>2003-08-13T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T01:08:23.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The other day, as I was wandering through the mall, I found this pair of shoes. They were a brand that I had never heard of, but I squished around in the sole and it felt FANTASTIC. They had limited supply of them, but they were on sale. They had the brand in two different styles, one mule, and one loafer, neither of which I normally sport. But I tried them on and they feel so unbelievably </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106076181292246294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106076181292246294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106076181292246294' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-106074100383094620</id><published>2003-08-12T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T19:16:43.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a somewhat healthy day today. I've gained about 15 pounds over the past three weeks or so. I think the blame falls on that all cookie diet I was test-driving for a while. So now I've got all this blubber to shed. Today I went to the gym and did a bit of cardio and I made myself a fruity smoothie, but I'm not sure if the milk I put in it is still good. I just looked at the expiration date on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106074100383094620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106074100383094620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106074100383094620' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-106063217007818980</id><published>2003-08-11T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T13:02:49.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: RoseanneSick day. That's right, I called in sick today. It would have been my 6th straight day of work had I gone in today, but the lack of sleep and whatnot has caught up with me. I've had a bit of itchiness in the throat region the past couple of days, but this morning it was raging. Blah. No way could I go through a day of non-stop customer conversation. Plus as I slept, I dreamt of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106063217007818980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/106063217007818980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106063217007818980' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-105964228144283828</id><published>2003-07-31T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T02:04:41.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are bands that you love. The ones that immediately come to mind when people ask who your favorites are. Then there are the ones that you love that you never really realize how much you love until you hear the album or see them live. Death Cab for Cutie falls into the latter category for me. I absolutely love them. It all started for me with We Have the Facts and We're Voting Yes back when I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105964228144283828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105964228144283828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105964228144283828' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-105960130989827912</id><published>2003-07-30T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T14:41:49.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>check the ftp for the new moneen album, the sounds, and new ben folds ep. that is all. off to work.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105960130989827912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105960130989827912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105960130989827912' title=''/><author><name>citylitesjustblur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.deathbear.com/BonesyWhiteWalk.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449643.post-105911993265008479</id><published>2003-07-25T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T00:58:52.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: The Late Show With DaveFeelin' sticky at the moment. It's been hot and I did the "Accelerated Body Sculpting" video today, and when you add these two together, it comes out sticky. But my abs are looking pretty good.The archives are FINALLY fixed. Gees. So now you can say, "Hmm...I wonder what was going on at this time on this day last year?" and actually find out.Glenn's mom is going</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105911993265008479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105911993265008479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105911993265008479' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-105902120310043223</id><published>2003-07-23T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T21:43:19.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Bottle RocketMan, Luke Wilson is pretty hot. He gives off such a "regular guy" vibe and he's got nice hair, but he's quite funny. He wrote that O.R. scrubs bit in Rushmore you know. See? Funny.I can't believe how exhausted I've been lately. I sometimes catch myself on the verge of snoring while on the Skytrain on my way to work. My speech at work is slurred and I'm sure some people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105902120310043223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105902120310043223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105902120310043223' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-105841076766408642</id><published>2003-07-16T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T19:59:27.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: the White Stripes - Seven Nation ArmySo I hear that Saves the Day, Taking Back Sunday and Moneen are going to be touring together or some kind of crazy shizzy like that. Nice bill though! I hope they head up to our neck of the woods with that one...or else!Not much going on with me really. Ethan Hawke came into our store and bought some swim trunks on Sunday. I got to give a statement </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105841076766408642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105841076766408642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105841076766408642' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-105798099551891954</id><published>2003-07-11T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T20:36:35.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: moneen - the start to this may be the end to another...well, since sheri is working until midnight, i thought i'd put my $.02 (cdn) in......everyone should get this. saw them a while ago and i must say that they are canada's best band right now (not that that is a great feat. we did spawn nickelback and snow.) they just signed to vagrant. america beware!/be aware....everyone should</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105798099551891954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105798099551891954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105798099551891954' title=''/><author><name>glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04040987653401422980</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-1449643.post-105769352918546416</id><published>2003-07-08T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T12:45:29.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Fela Anikulapo Kuti - Don't Worry About My Mouth OUpdate! There were some "incidents" with the ghetto neighbors in the past week. This included, on three occasions, my viewing of the mullet going through the complex's dumpster and throwing stuff into his duffle bag and dragging it back to their unit and the crack whore sitting on the hill behind our house and blowing all her pot smoke </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105769352918546416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105769352918546416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105769352918546416' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-105719162660710902</id><published>2003-07-02T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T17:20:26.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: the Dismemberment Plan - GyroscopeToday has been a super productive day for me. I woke up mid-dream and got decent so that I could take Murray in to get his oil changed and his tires rotated. It took about 45 minutes, so I decided to kill time by browsing in the nearby Blockbuster. Of course, I rented some DVDs. I picked up The Rules of Attraction, Old School, and Comedian. There were a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105719162660710902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105719162660710902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105719162660710902' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-105710594685230203</id><published>2003-07-01T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T17:32:26.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: CTV NewsIt's Canada Day. Like the 4th of July back home, but more collections of flag-waving people and less explosives. Tomorrow, we find out whether or not we get to host the 2010 Olympics and there's a lot of hype around that too. I'm mostly stoked that I got some new lip gloss for super cheap!I've worked 5 straight days as of yesterday. That's 5 days of 9 hour shifts, waking up 3 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105710594685230203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105710594685230203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105710594685230203' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-105649492343308874</id><published>2003-06-24T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T15:48:43.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: City Confidential: Fort LauderdaleToday is a pretty freaking fantastic day. I forgot to take my medication yesterday morning because I was so excited to see my mates Chantel and Keola. This is actually a good thing because my medication makes me unable to sleep through the night, so last night I had the most blissful 12 hours of sleep I've had in a month. So get out of bed, fully rested</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105649492343308874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105649492343308874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105649492343308874' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-105598331361378004</id><published>2003-06-18T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T17:42:27.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Murray went in for his repair work and an hour and fifteen minutes later, his lock was fixed and he had been given a nice bath. Now, one would think that in order to fix the lock on the door, they would not need to mess with anything but the door. But somehow, the clutch is really really short now. It used to cover about half of the length of the pedal, but now it's barely noticeable. Strange. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105598331361378004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105598331361378004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#105598331361378004' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-105597048882367206</id><published>2003-06-18T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T14:08:08.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Desaparecidos - Mall of AmericaCool and partly cloudy in Surrey today. It's nearly perfect nap-taking weather, but no napping for me.On Saturday, Glenn met me after work since he was downtown. As we were walking to the car, he tells me, "My dad came in today." His dad has been in the Philippines for the past few months and was supposed to come up here at the beginning of May, but we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105597048882367206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105597048882367206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#105597048882367206' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-105546075195310353</id><published>2003-06-12T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T16:32:52.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I made a cake. It's chocolate. I made it from scratch. I wanted to make frosting for it and make it all pretty and whatnot, but something is just not right with it. The so-called frosting, is runny and I even added all this extra powdered sugar to try to thicken it, but no dice. I haven't tasted it yet (the cake, that is,) so I hope it tastes okay, because we've got two layers worth of it to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105546075195310353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105546075195310353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#105546075195310353' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-105545354156163982</id><published>2003-06-12T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T14:52:10.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Botch - O FortunaI don't know if it's the new meds or Insaniquarium, but I absolutely could not fall asleep last night. I was still tossing and turning when Glenn left for work this morning and even when the kiddies showed up before school. I finally fell asleep sometime after 7 I think. And even though I stayed in bed until 12:15, trying to avoid coming downstairs to the smell of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105545354156163982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105545354156163982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#105545354156163982' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-105536416098463201</id><published>2003-06-11T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T13:42:41.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Iron Maiden - Wasted YearsI guess I have to redo my last post since blogger ate the one I just did. Blogger, I hope you can sense me shaking my fist at you.So anyway, after a last minute venue change and an hour delay, the show went on. It's too bad I didn't know about the change in venue in advance because I could have taken my camera in to the new venue and posted some lovely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105536416098463201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105536416098463201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#105536416098463201' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-105522782237692916</id><published>2003-06-09T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T23:58:48.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Congrats to the New Jersey Devils. It was a good series. Boo to the New Jersey fans that booed Jean-Sebastien Giguere when they announced that he was the winner of the Conn Smythe. He fuckin' deserved that thing more than anyone, so you better give that boy props. You think the Ducks would have got to the finals if it weren't for him and his unbelievable play? Shame on you New Jersey fans. Shame </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105522782237692916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105522782237692916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#105522782237692916' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-105520421598013722</id><published>2003-06-09T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T17:16:55.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Hockey Night In Canada: Ducks vs. Devils, Stanley Cup Finals Game 7Add a cake dome to my list of wants.Tenacious D is making a movie. Is that the hottest thing you've heard all day? Yes it is!HOCKEY TIME!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105520421598013722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105520421598013722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#105520421598013722' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-105519923232023918</id><published>2003-06-09T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T15:53:52.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: the White Stripes - There's No Home For You HereSunny, but cool out today. Lovely. Not so sunny that it woke me up at 7:30 because I thought it was noon, so I got to sleep in until 11:30.I am craving chocolate cake like nobody's business. I'm going to make one as soon as the butter softens. I just picked the recipe that I had all the ingredients for, so we'll see how it comes out. Yum!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105519923232023918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105519923232023918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#105519923232023918' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-105487824027241834</id><published>2003-06-05T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T22:44:00.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: the Clash - Train in VainIt's ridiculously hot today. I think I got a tan waiting for the bus. I am the proud owner of Winsor Pilates. Heh. Thank you Wal Mart! $50 instead of $75? You kid...I've only got 20 hours scheduled for work next week. And it's Monday thru Thursday that I have off. That leaves lots of time to go to Seattle, and also to peruse through the nice cool aisles of IKEA</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105487824027241834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/105487824027241834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105487824027241834' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-95255845</id><published>2003-06-03T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T15:00:38.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something is wrong with the archives! And the knowledge base isn't loading! GAH!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/95255845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/95255845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95255845' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-95254965</id><published>2003-06-03T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T14:36:12.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: While You Were OutDoing a little laundry. Really. Like only two or three loads little. That's half what I would normally be doing! It's our anniversary today and we've got absolutely no plans whatsoever. I think a little dinner might be going on, but that's about it. We're just not the kind of people that make a big deal out of this sort of thing. But we'll take any excuse to have a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/95254965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/95254965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95254965' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-95204936</id><published>2003-06-02T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T12:47:34.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Mary J. Blige - Real LoveRight on, another three day stretch of time off. I really want to go to Seattle tomorrow, and so does Jessica (a.k.a. J-Dawg). She's never been down to Sea town, so it would be a good time, but I told Rox that I would help her look for a new place, so I don't know if we'll go. We do need more cereal and Andes mints though, so...Today will be loafing day. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/95204936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/95204936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95204936' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-95017852</id><published>2003-05-28T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T19:39:27.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I spoke with our landlord today about our favourite neighbors. He says that he'll write them a letter reminding them of their responsibilities and about noise after 10. He also said that if nothing changes, that he'll take "more permanent action," which sounds good to me. By the way, the male white trash neighbor has a lovely curly mullet. Nice. Too bad. We thought that they might be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/95017852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/95017852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95017852' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-95004185</id><published>2003-05-28T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T23:54:22.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: RoseanneWhat was today supposed to be again? Baking and downstairs cleaning? Any of that going on? Nope. It's still early though. Thanks going out to Ian for his empathetic email in regard to the neighbor situation. Aparently, inconsiderate neigbors are an international trend.We saw a lot of interesting people yesterday as we explored Cloverdale. It was like we were suddenly in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/95004185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/95004185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95004185' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-94979259</id><published>2003-05-28T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T00:38:00.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Late Night with DaveWhat an adventure I had today with Russ and Rox! We went to the casino tonight because Rox had never been to a casino before and it's just not right for a Filipino to not have ever been to a casino. So Russ and I took her, but not before we stopped off at McFrugal's, which was previously the Bargain Castle. Nothing over a dollar in that joint, and they ain't kidding.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/94979259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/94979259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94979259' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-94958335</id><published>2003-05-27T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T14:40:00.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: While You Were OutFinally, a day off after a five day stretch of 9 hour shifts. And not just any day off, but the first of three. In a row. Nice. Thank you Russ.I've got a couple of issues that I need some counsel on, so I'll tell you what's going down and then you tell me what you think. (p.s. When you write me, put something in the subject heading so I know it's you and not some porn</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/94958335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/94958335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94958335' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-94645255</id><published>2003-05-20T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T11:39:48.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What the heck is going on with all the blogs man? Lots and lots of the daily reads aren't loading (including this one). Feh. I guess this means I should get started on the laundry instead of sitting in front of the computer and procrastinating. Once again, FEH.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/94645255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/94645255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94645255' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-94506377</id><published>2003-05-17T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T13:17:23.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Piebald - Time LostDay off again. Yee haw. Today is Rox's birfday, so there will be festivities tonight at the Jupiter Cafe. I've never been there before, so I'm looking forward to it. We're doing it semi-swanky tonight, so watch out boys! (Only boys though because Rox only knows girls and gay men.) I get to go exploring a little in search of her birfday gift, so I'm pretty stoked about</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/94506377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/94506377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94506377' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-94282726</id><published>2003-05-13T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T12:34:59.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Classic Albums: Bob Marley - Catch A Fire on Much More MusicAfter 6 straight days of 9 hour shifts, my day has come. I slept for nearly ten hours before rolling out of bed. I would have stayed in longer, but my body isn't used to being asleep as late as 9:30 anymore. Horrible. The cable just went out. D'oh! Bruce might be coming over later on today to watch a movie or two with me. It's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/94282726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/94282726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94282726' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-93875133</id><published>2003-05-06T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T10:56:37.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Coldplay - Clocks live @ Jools HollandDreams are a crazy thing. I've had this sort of warm-fuzziness about Trevor Linden since I had a dream where he gave me a nice hug after winning a sliding race. Then this morning I had a dream that I was in some sort of cabin and I heard the voice of a man with an English accent saying "I must have you." and it made me feel all giggly when I finally</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/93875133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/93875133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93875133' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-93817347</id><published>2003-05-05T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T12:34:12.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Arling &amp; Cameron - Le Flic Et La FilleToday has been a bit disappointing. I got up late (past 9! YES!) and thew a load of laundry in before trying to book an appointment for a haircut tomorrow along with making use of my Aveda Spa gift certificate, but the salon is closed on Mondays, so I won't find out if I can get in until tomorrow morning. Then the spa is all booked for Mother's Day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/93817347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/93817347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93817347' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-93787406</id><published>2003-05-05T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T00:10:38.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>man, that sucks ass. at least you guys got a nice little outing though eh. i've been cooped up in this house for almost a year... with the ocasional outside trip. not a total hermit yet. i think i'm going crazy though.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/93787406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/93787406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93787406' title=''/><author><name>citylitesjustblur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.deathbear.com/BonesyWhiteWalk.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449643.post-93690128</id><published>2003-05-02T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T21:44:51.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Sex and the CityAs I type, the cars are all honking as they drive by. What are they honking at? Lee. Why are they honking at Lee? Because right after our overtime win, Lee headed out to the roadside, jersey on his back, big foam "# 1" hand on one hand and beer in the other. I think he made some friends because I can hear more than one person out there yelling. So yes, we won game 4 and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/93690128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/93690128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93690128' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-93680276</id><published>2003-05-02T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T17:26:54.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Emeril LiveYesterday was nice. A bit disappointing, but still a nice day. Before we took off for the show, we checked the website of the venue to see what time the doors opened. Turns out that, not only was the Jealous Sound not included on the bill, but the show was also completely sold out. D'oh! So the show was a no go. (Ooh! All that rhyming!) But we decided to take the trip anyway.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/93680276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/93680276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93680276' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-93634980</id><published>2003-05-01T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T21:07:21.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>word, winamp 3 blows goats for quarters, man. it also uses up a lot, A LOT, of resources. winamp 2, i &lt;3 you.sheri, do enjoy your escapade into america. and please post some pics if possible. ohh that ben gibbard, he's quite the crooner.i may also have to take you up on that shoe thing. shoe shopping is such a bother for me, cause it's so hard to find what you need here in hawaii. with all the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/93634980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/93634980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93634980' title=''/><author><name>citylitesjustblur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.deathbear.com/BonesyWhiteWalk.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449643.post-93607621</id><published>2003-05-01T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T11:15:30.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: the Postal Service - Natural AnthemAhh...today's the day! The Postal Service and the Jealous Sound will be rockin' the roof off the ol' Crocodile tonight, and we're going to be there! I took today and tomorrow off (for recovery and donut delivery of course) so it's going to be grand. That's right, I said GRAND.It's been quite the week. Let's see, I came this close to seeing Vanilla Ice</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/93607621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/93607621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93607621' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-93363018</id><published>2003-04-27T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T15:48:00.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Glenn channel surfing at top speed (he just stopped at the Golden Girls. Really.)I had this realization yesterday while on the toilet. The realization was this - I don't know any mid-sized gay men. I know my fair share of gay men and they're all either very tall or very short. No inbetweens about it. I just thought I would share that with you all.For some reason, I have been unable to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/93363018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/93363018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93363018' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-93326306</id><published>2003-04-26T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T20:55:23.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: SportsnetI did nothing today. Up until this point at least. I sprawled out on the couch in front of the tv and dozed off, all while catching glimpses of A&amp;E shows like Cold Case Files and American Justice. Dinner was nice. We did a little veggie beef &amp; spinach pasta with some jumbo croissants. Oh yes! And today will mark my first official use of my OXO cookie scoop. Imagine the fun of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/93326306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/93326306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93326306' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-93303788</id><published>2003-04-26T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T10:39:39.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: the Beatles - BlackbirdThis week of work has exhausted me. If you know me at all, you know I am not one of those crazy "morning people". I am one of those who happily works a graveyard shift because that's just when I operate best. But all this week, I've been blessed with opening shifts which start at either 7 or 8 in the a.m. which makes my morning wake-up time a lovely 4 or 5 in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/93303788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/93303788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93303788' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-92859568</id><published>2003-04-18T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T15:08:33.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>holy shit, may 1st, be there. call in sick or something. and i also share your urge to move. only, not downtown. as for that easter bunny shit... hilarious! i imagined the kids running over and beating up ol' montell (just like in mallrats). ahh, good times.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/92859568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/92859568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92859568' title=''/><author><name>citylitesjustblur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.deathbear.com/BonesyWhiteWalk.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449643.post-92735631</id><published>2003-04-16T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T13:33:52.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: the Beatles - Don't Pass Me ByHere are a couple of fun links I thought I might share with y'all this fine, not-so-cold day.There is still good in this world.This one's for Brodie.Right. So I've never really been an "out at the bar" drinker. I usually like to drink at home where it's cheap and you get to pick what plays on the tv. But that all changed one night about a month or so ago</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/92735631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/92735631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92735631' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-92705197</id><published>2003-04-16T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T02:02:48.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: that Carson Daly showWhat a lovely day off I had today. I met up with a few of my co-workers for a day out. We hit a super-snazzy designer department store first to take a look at prom dresses. The selection was much much smaller than I had expected, but the few that they had were very cute and vintage-looking. So after a brief walk through, we headed out and check out the new Pottery </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/92705197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/92705197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92705197' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-92241977</id><published>2003-04-08T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T13:18:49.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: the Manhattans - Kiss and Say GoodbyeI would really like to be cleaning the bathroom right now, but Glenn's sleeping (he's been working graveyard the past few weeks) and the bathroom is right next to our room, so...yeah. It really needs a good cleaning, and the dishes also need a good washing, but the kitchen is right below our room and they make lots of noise, so I think maybe I'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/92241977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/92241977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92241977' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-91806057</id><published>2003-04-01T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T16:38:41.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>psst, the army brainwashes you. only the strong can resist it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/91806057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/91806057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91806057' title=''/><author><name>citylitesjustblur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.deathbear.com/BonesyWhiteWalk.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449643.post-91788871</id><published>2003-04-01T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T11:47:44.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: The Velvet Underground - I Found A ReasonSo I got this email from an old friend of mine the other day. We've been friends since 7th grade, and though we haven't really been in contact all that much since I moved, still remain friends. So anyway, she sent me this email and it really bothered me a lot. See, she's in the National Guard and is one of the specific persons that I am worried </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/91788871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/91788871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91788871' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-91787610</id><published>2003-04-01T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T11:18:40.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: the Beatles - While My Guitar Gently WeepsI need your help people. We want to buy a DVD player and I need recommendations. What do I look for? What do I not need? I mean, yes, I don't need a mega DVD changer or anything like that. Just a basic, no-frills sort of thing to watch some high quality DVDs on. I know some of you out there are savy with this sort of thing, so help me out please</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/91787610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/91787610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91787610' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-91450678</id><published>2003-03-26T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T18:17:32.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A bit of a downer today. As I was on the bus, making my way home today, I was thinking about some of the friends that I once had. Certain people who were once so much a part of my life, and today, I have no earthly idea where they are or how they're doing. I think of them often and have even tried writing or calling in an attempt to reconnect to no avail. I suppose our times have passed. The sun </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/91450678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/91450678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91450678' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-91150789</id><published>2003-03-21T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T15:07:55.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Frank Sinatra - Come Fly With MeI woke a little before 5 am yesterday and did my morning business and headed to work. My allergies were in full gear the day before, so I had took an Allegra with breakfast so that I would be able to make it through the day. By the time I got to work, I slowly began to realize that the darn thing wasn't working. The dripping of the nose, the watery, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/91150789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/91150789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91150789' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-91143318</id><published>2003-03-21T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T12:32:43.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>chicken ala kaiwhat a dish</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/91143318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/91143318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91143318' title=''/><author><name>citylitesjustblur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.deathbear.com/BonesyWhiteWalk.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449643.post-91040244</id><published>2003-03-19T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T21:19:18.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: neverending news coverageSo then...war huh. I'm not going to go into a long political tirade. I'll link to Michael Moore ala Kai, and let him do the talking. He really drives it home.The war worries me. I think of all the people - friends, family, and the like - that are in the military in some way shape or form. I think of them going over to Iraq and having to fight with equipment </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/91040244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/91040244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91040244' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-90474671</id><published>2003-03-10T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T12:13:02.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Martha Stewart LivingPANTS ON FIRE!!! You've probably noticed that I am pretty much doing laundry just about every time I have a day off. Today was no exception. Now, on every other occasion that I have done laundry, I go over to the washer and remove the lint tray and find it ridiculously stuffed full of the 10 mini-sized loads-worth of lint that Glenn's granny does. I always silently </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/90474671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/90474671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90474671' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-90422546</id><published>2003-03-09T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T15:31:47.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Lonely Planet in VietnamSo, what's been going on? Well, I'll tell you what. Barely any snow all winter and then, here we are springing into Spring when, out of nowhere, SNOW. Today is the third day in a row that it's snowed and in case you haven't noticed, it's MARCH. What the heck? Last night I got to work until 3 a.m. bringing in all our lovely new Spring product, so on our break, a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/90422546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/90422546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90422546' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-89889612</id><published>2003-02-27T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T23:43:08.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: a moment of silenceI am really really saddened by the passing of Mr. Rogers. I wasn't a superfan, but he was one of the few decent, gracious, and genuinely nice guys there were for us youngsters to look up to. I keep seeing the little clips of him on various tv stations and then the "1928 - 2003" comes up and I'm brought nearly to tears. He taught us how to share and how to ask </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/89889612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/89889612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89889612' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-89763336</id><published>2003-02-25T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-25T23:12:14.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: SportsnetI've been feeling dehydrated all day and no matter how much water I drink, it's not helping. And on top of that, I can't stop sneezing for the life of me. It's a good thing I'm not a ninja or something. I would totally blow my cover.14 game unbeaten streak. Holy shmoly. And a goose egg for my man tonight. It's about time. He's deserved it all season. I felt bad for Atlanta </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/89763336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/89763336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89763336' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-89522691</id><published>2003-02-21T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T15:08:42.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: While You Were OutYou know, I was thinking that about my little celebrity encounter too, but it's nice that she's a down to earth lady. That's right, I called her a lady.And mad props on the video offer my nubian brutha. I'll get that addy to you asap.I'm having cookie withdrawal. Send help!And now a brief list of some of today's favorites...My manMajestic Yellow Kitchenaid stand </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/89522691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/89522691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89522691' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-89518420</id><published>2003-02-21T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T13:34:43.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>funny to think that big stars buy jeans for $30, instead of getting like jeans from diesel or something for $100. but then i bet she's not all big headed. and sheri... my ftp, postal serivce album. go get it. also, if you flow me your address again, i can send you a video comp of some good music videos and live performances. including movie script ending. same offer goes for anyone else on this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/89518420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/89518420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89518420' title=''/><author><name>citylitesjustblur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.deathbear.com/BonesyWhiteWalk.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449643.post-89489216</id><published>2003-02-21T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T02:26:37.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOLY SHIT this fucking rules.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/89489216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/89489216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89489216' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-89488834</id><published>2003-02-21T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T02:15:58.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Mira Sorvino on that Carson Daly show that comes on after ConanThank you very much Kai, and yes, that would be the lady to whom I sold a couple pairs of $29.99 boot cut jeans. Yip. Good times.Today, I was reminded of another musical gentleman who I love, his name being Ben Folds. He's just so damn great. If you go to his webiste, there's a little video clip of him doing a cover of Tiny</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/89488834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/89488834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89488834' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-89456927</id><published>2003-02-20T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T13:56:47.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think what you're looking for is here... smallville fo sho. click on cast, of course.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/89456927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/89456927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89456927' title=''/><author><name>citylitesjustblur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.deathbear.com/BonesyWhiteWalk.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449643.post-89398556</id><published>2003-02-19T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T16:36:36.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Ben Kweller - No ReasonI had a brush with a famous person at work and I had no idea. I mean, there was that time I rang up Moka Only, but he was all hoity toity (sp?) buying a last-minute Xmas gift for someone (congratulations suede jacket owner). So yesterday, I was informed that a woman that I had helped with some jeans, was an actress and was in a lot of things, although none of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/89398556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/89398556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89398556' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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-1449643.post-89397780</id><published>2003-02-19T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T16:17:52.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rock in: Ben Kweller - In Other WordsSo...just as I suspected, I didn't get out of bed until nearly 2:30 and then proceeded to read the daily sites and drool over some recipes at Martha's place and am now too cold and lazy to leave the house.Good news though. Glenn and I are now the proud holders of credit! Hoorah. Thanks for the hook-up. You know I'm talking to you. Oh yeah! So I might just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/89397780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449643/posts/default/89397780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombardmentsociety.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89397780' title=''/><author><name>9.5 finger margot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853921346273024929</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>
