<?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-5786450</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:58:01.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for the Mothership</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm just waiting for the mothership.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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>184</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786450.post-109469047705860207</id><published>2004-09-08T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T17:42:35.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football Poetry</title><summary type='text'>This blog is dead.Football Poetry lives on for a new season.All hail Football Poetry.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/109469047705860207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/109469047705860207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109469047705860207' title='Football Poetry'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-108131665302926941</id><published>2004-04-06T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T22:46:56.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo</title><summary type='text'>This is my obligatory weekly post.Basically it boils down to the fact that I now have gotten out of the habit of blogging every night so I don't do it as much anymore. And also that I now lead a "normal" work life, and am not sitting in front of the computer every night with hours to think up something witty.But what I am still into is taking flower pictures everyday and posting them on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/108131665302926941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/108131665302926941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108131665302926941' title='Yo'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-108084921600663455</id><published>2004-04-01T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T11:56:13.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word</title><summary type='text'>For anybody that noticed sorry about the glitch.It should all be fixed now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/108084921600663455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/108084921600663455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108084921600663455' title='Word'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-108009932126061072</id><published>2004-03-23T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T19:37:50.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day, Good Sir</title><summary type='text'>I listen to the radio every morning when I wake up. I cannot stand alarms and neither can I just jump right out of bed, I'm a slow waker. I don't really have a problem getting up in the morning, I just take a long long time to wake up and actually be functional. As such, I set my radio to wake me up and listen to The Bob &amp; Tom Show for about an hour.While I'm listening to this show, and any </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/108009932126061072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/108009932126061072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108009932126061072' title='Good Day, Good Sir'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107942004667911978</id><published>2004-03-15T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T22:56:28.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>garden.blog</title><summary type='text'>The past 10 days of  over 70 degree weather here in the Rogue Valley has my brain and body in gardening mode. It's time to start planning my vegetables, and my new perennials. Time to think about how I'm finally going to keep some lupines alive this year, and hopefully my columbines I've been babying along will bloom in a couple of months.It's time to start a gardening moblog.I've got this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107942004667911978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107942004667911978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107942004667911978' title='garden.blog'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107889690884521690</id><published>2004-03-09T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T21:37:25.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So here's the deal</title><summary type='text'>Now that I actually have to get up every morning and go to work, I'm stupidly tired when I get home.I forgot how much I hate going to work in the morning. Not really because it's in the morning, but because it makes me tired when I get home.As such, I have no desire to sit in front of my computer and make up something to write about.So, until further notice I'm breaking my unwritten rule of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107889690884521690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107889690884521690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107889690884521690' title='So here&apos;s the deal'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107881064614563841</id><published>2004-03-08T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T21:39:40.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is no secret way...</title><summary type='text'>...to get a "good deal."If you order something from a mail order/internet company, complaining about how much the shipping costs, you will not automatically get you the "Oh that guy complained let's give him free shipping" discount. All it does is make the person who has to read your complaint pissy, and much less likely to help you.By the same token, it does not help your case to write a big</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107881064614563841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107881064614563841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107881064614563841' title='There is no secret way...'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107846718762158898</id><published>2004-03-04T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T22:15:18.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yarg</title><summary type='text'>I'm too tired to blog much this week.I need a nap.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107846718762158898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107846718762158898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107846718762158898' title='Yarg'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107829108127591694</id><published>2004-03-02T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T21:20:09.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the deal</title><summary type='text'>Today some not so great things happened.First off my grandma's husband died. He was in the hospital with pneumonia, for about the last 2 weeks, and had had a stroke last summer. Last I knew he was doing ok, as ok as you can do for being old in the hospital with pneumonia. I heard about it from my dad, whose brother sent the rest of the siblings an e-mail to let them know. Apparently e-mail is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107829108127591694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107829108127591694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107829108127591694' title='Here&apos;s the deal'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107820760166739252</id><published>2004-03-01T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T22:08:49.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Sam</title><summary type='text'>for this link.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107820760166739252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107820760166739252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107820760166739252' title='Thanks Sam'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107820712208164871</id><published>2004-03-01T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T22:00:49.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another soldier on a road to nowhere</title><summary type='text'>Can somebody please explain to me what exactly the "sanctity of marriage" is? Because apparently that's what letting the homogays marry is going to unravel.The only thing I can think of is that all those "We Don't Want the Queer's to Merry" really mean is the Sanka-ty of Marriage, in which case I'd like to know how fake coffee got involved in all this. And also why can't gays be joyous or have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107820712208164871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107820712208164871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107820712208164871' title='Just another soldier on a road to nowhere'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107785510484467449</id><published>2004-02-26T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T20:13:48.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Time III</title><summary type='text'>When I was in Middle School I had this friend named Charlie. Charlie was the bane of all teachers, he was hard to control, didn't listen very well and generally made teacher's lives difficult. But I liked him because he was a nice guy and he was absolutely hilarious.Our PE teacher in Middle School was this cranky strange old man whose named rhymed with Elmer Fudd who nobody liked, but Charlie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107785510484467449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107785510484467449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107785510484467449' title='Story Time III'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107768365524774638</id><published>2004-02-24T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T20:36:16.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Or so the Germans would have us believe</title><summary type='text'>In general trying to stuff a moral issue into the Constitution doesn't work out real well. The only one I can think of off the top of my head, Prohibition, that actually made it into the Constitution, didn't exactly turn out all peaches and cream.What it really comes down to is this, the Constituion is a document that outlines the fundamental tenants of how the United States works. What form </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107768365524774638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107768365524774638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107768365524774638' title='Or so the Germans would have us believe'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107760492397248705</id><published>2004-02-23T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T22:44:04.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The football offseason has not been kind to me</title><summary type='text'>First Callahan in Lincoln, and now this rumor.I'm going to have a heart attack at this rate.I suppose just need to put my faith in Shanahan and his Jesus-like ability to pick out young runners in the draft. But still, Portis is a top 3 back for certain and while Baily is good I don't know if he's worth it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107760492397248705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107760492397248705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107760492397248705' title='The football offseason has not been kind to me'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107726017321119937</id><published>2004-02-19T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T22:58:09.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The telly</title><summary type='text'>Why do we need commercials for 3 different penis drugs on TV? One oh which increases functionality for a day and a half. I mean seriously, a day and a half. What's up with that?I'm so glad that everybody can get pissed at the Super Bowl half time show, but apparently doesn't bat at eye at penis drugs on the TV.I should really start to consider moving to Canada more seriously.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107726017321119937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107726017321119937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107726017321119937' title='The telly'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107717563775174402</id><published>2004-02-18T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T23:29:13.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have nothing</title><summary type='text'>See title.I have a obvious lack of motivation when it comes to blog things this week.Wonder why.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107717563775174402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107717563775174402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107717563775174402' title='I have nothing'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107708185003781364</id><published>2004-02-17T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T21:26:04.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How exactly...</title><summary type='text'>...do you not know you're playing soccer with a baby head?There are some things I will never understand.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107708185003781364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107708185003781364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107708185003781364' title='How exactly...'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107700089160291465</id><published>2004-02-16T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T23:09:59.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the dilly-o</title><summary type='text'>I have no attention span this evening. So instead I'm going to present to everyone (all 2 of you, maybe 3 on a good day) a series of e-mails I spend the weekend sending back and forth. But first a little explanation is at hand.I sold a bunch of crap on eBay this week. As it customary for my auctions, they all ended on Sunday evening. One of my items was a half used Xerox printer blank ink </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107700089160291465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107700089160291465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107700089160291465' title='Here&apos;s the dilly-o'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107665443898133603</id><published>2004-02-12T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T22:42:28.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Office</title><summary type='text'>The Office is quickly running it's way up my Top TV Shows of All Time list. It has the driest humor I've never seen and so very very funny. If you have BBC America watch it, if you don't go rent the first season on DVD.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107665443898133603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107665443898133603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107665443898133603' title='The Office'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107657106086005489</id><published>2004-02-11T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T23:32:49.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ocean</title><summary type='text'>I really want to go over the coast. I haven't been there since last summer, and even that was only a day trip. Man I love the coast so much, it's always warm and always nice. It's usually rainy, but if you can get there on a non-rainy day, I'm pretty sure there's not a better place in the universe.Who wants to go with me?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107657106086005489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107657106086005489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107657106086005489' title='The ocean'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107657041605323934</id><published>2004-02-11T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T23:22:04.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 10th</title><summary type='text'>Today was a glorious day. I've been able to put behind me that fact that I have no money, and have to go to the dentist soon with no insurance so that it didn't ruin a very nice day outside.See in this part of the country, where it doesn't snow all winter, and doesn't get below 30 for a low temperature on a cold night, we sometimes get these fabulous winter warm days. Today was such a day. It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107657041605323934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107657041605323934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107657041605323934' title='February 10th'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107657006110054330</id><published>2004-02-11T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T23:16:09.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You won't let those robots defeat me</title><summary type='text'>At least I'm not longer totally unemployed.I'm going back to the company I worked for before I want back to the company that let me go. How's that confused?It's only part time at only a fraction of the money I was making before, but at least it's some money, and that helps when the bills come due.Now I just need to win the lottery.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107657006110054330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107657006110054330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107657006110054330' title='You won&apos;t let those robots defeat me'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107639797032848843</id><published>2004-02-09T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T23:27:56.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a robot</title><summary type='text'>Get ready for a quick lesson in international relations. I was trying to remember if I did this before but I don't think I have, so here we go. Don't worry, I'll try and make this fairly painless but I think it's important to understand.In international relations most political scholars agree that there are 2 schools of thought that dominate the scene. The Realists and the Liberals. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107639797032848843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107639797032848843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107639797032848843' title='I&apos;m a robot'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107603848915314030</id><published>2004-02-05T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T19:36:31.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter is ruining me</title><summary type='text'>I usually like to get up at a decent time in the morning. Now it takes me about an hour to actually wake up, and get moving, but I can normally wake up around 7:30-8 if I want to.But not lately. About the last month or so I've felt like a bear being rudely jolted out of my hibernation, and then I just go back to bed.I'm sure this means nothing.I'm watching hockey right now. I have no idea </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107603848915314030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107603848915314030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107603848915314030' title='Winter is ruining me'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107596615397541363</id><published>2004-02-04T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T23:30:55.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shove off</title><summary type='text'>Nothing from me tonight, time to go read instead of stare at ths screen.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107596615397541363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107596615397541363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107596615397541363' title='Shove off'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107587767973110141</id><published>2004-02-03T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T22:57:09.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah so...</title><summary type='text'>After I made my last post I clicked on back to the main Blogger page, where, over in the little "most recently updated" list I see a blog that has the following title, Hot Abercrombie Chick. So naturally, I click on it, because 1) it has the words hot and chick in the title, and 2) I'm curious as to what a Hot Abercrombie Chick writes about.Motherfucker.I start reading, and the person (more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107587767973110141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107587767973110141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107587767973110141' title='Yeah so...'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107587563432254299</id><published>2004-02-03T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T22:22:14.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Athlete only gives 109 percent; still leads team to victory</title><summary type='text'>OCONOMOWOC - The South Oconomowoc High School boys demolished their opponent in the state football finals on Friday, to capture their third title in five years. The Spartan's defeated the Lake High Lakers 77-7 in an effort that saw several state records broken.The Spartan's potent offense was led by senior quarterback Blake Bigginton who had a state final's record 567 yards passing and 176 yard</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107587563432254299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107587563432254299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107587563432254299' title='Athlete only gives 109 percent; still leads team to victory'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107587411168445252</id><published>2004-02-03T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T21:57:04.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You A Hypnotist??</title><summary type='text'>Remember that long winded, incomprehensible rant I went on about a month ago? Well, as I thought Measure 30 is failing, and failing horribly.I hope the teachers go on strike, no actually all of the state workers go on strike. We deserve any punishment we get, because we've dug our or bed, or made our own grave, or whatever it is.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107587411168445252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107587411168445252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107587411168445252' title='Are You A Hypnotist??'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107579410116949908</id><published>2004-02-02T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T23:43:20.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear America,</title><summary type='text'>Look it was nice while it lasted, this whole "winner take all" style republic you set up, but seriously, it's over. That shit is totally broken, and anybody who pays attention to anything knows it. I know I know, it's a hard pill to swallow, because you think of yourself, as the first true democracy and all that, but really, don't you think it's time to admit your mistake and come up with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107579410116949908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107579410116949908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107579410116949908' title='Dear America,'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107579277206879628</id><published>2004-02-02T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T23:21:11.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie Shop</title><summary type='text'>Amazon has set up pages to take contributions to the presidential candidates through their web site. Each candidate has a bio, and in the bio they list their former jobs. I was 'taking a gander' at these pages this weekend, and in particular was looking at John Kerry's. He lists one of his former occupations as cookie-muffin shop owner.I can totally respect a man who lists cookie shop owner on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107579277206879628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107579277206879628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107579277206879628' title='Cookie Shop'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107579239236041882</id><published>2004-02-02T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T23:14:51.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playoff Results</title><summary type='text'>This week: 1-0Overall: 6-5A piss poor showing, if I must say so myself.Now a long sad 6 month wait until football starts again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107579239236041882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107579239236041882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107579239236041882' title='Playoff Results'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107544389669720113</id><published>2004-01-29T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T22:26:32.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbowl</title><summary type='text'>Delhomme has played wellThat front four is real nastyPanthers will need luckFourteen game win streakIsn't about to end nowExperience rulesPatriots 28-12</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107544389669720113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107544389669720113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107544389669720113' title='Superbowl'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107535747573228416</id><published>2004-01-28T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T22:26:10.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Local man forgets racing legend, shocks community</title><summary type='text'>HATTIESBURG - This Mississippi town of approximately 45 thousand town was shocked today when local resident, Delbert Johanson, announced that he had in fact "forgotten number three Dale Earnhardt." Earnhardt, a NASCAR legend who died in an on track accident in February of 2001, was loved by his legion of fans who swore they would "never forget.""I'm still not exactly sure what happened," said </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107535747573228416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107535747573228416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107535747573228416' title='Local man forgets racing legend, shocks community'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107527025925793851</id><published>2004-01-27T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T22:12:32.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Mom</title><summary type='text'>I went on a baking frenzy today.I made some bread in the bread machine, made carrot bars and supper/dinner (pick your favorite evening meal moniker).I think in a perfect world I'd get to stay home and make food everyday. I think I prefer that over going to "work" as it were. As a matter of fact, I think I'd rather stay home, do the house work and cook instead of going to the office. Actually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107527025925793851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107527025925793851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107527025925793851' title='Mr. Mom'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107518695937963908</id><published>2004-01-26T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T23:04:12.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double search result hits</title><summary type='text'>As of this weekend I have had my first double search result hits. This means that 2 people have searched for, and hit my blog, on the same search query. I would like to thank:monkey ninjasandsparkler bomb videoAs the big winners. Good work boys.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107518695937963908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107518695937963908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107518695937963908' title='Double search result hits'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107518638740275702</id><published>2004-01-26T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T22:55:12.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Tony,</title><summary type='text'>No, this letter isn't to you, my brother Tony, but to the genius Tony who used to have my cell phone number. Thanks to you I now get more calls per day for you, than I do for me. Why, if you were such a popular guy you wouldn't make sure and let people know that you changed your cell number? I have no idea. I know you're quite popular all over the US, because of the phone calls I've gotten </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107518638740275702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107518638740275702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107518638740275702' title='Dear Tony,'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107483624744717573</id><published>2004-01-22T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T21:38:55.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange jello</title><summary type='text'>The little preview picture of my moblog doesn't appear to be updating like it should.The people over at TextAmerica seem to have some bees in their collective bonnets because I've noticed quite a few odd things over there. Hopefully they can get their act together and things working smoothly.In any event the moblog is updated usually a couple times a day as I'm loving the ability to take </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107483624744717573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107483624744717573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107483624744717573' title='Orange jello'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107483593681865853</id><published>2004-01-22T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T21:33:45.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is as it was</title><summary type='text'>The rash of non-updating blogs continues. Thanks to the few of you that continue to update on a regular basis. You prevent me from having to do something besides stare at my computer screen.Tomorrow is my last official day of getting paid for doing nothing. Come Monday I'll not be making any money at all. It is time, as they say, to fish or cut bait.I am seriously contemplating going into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107483593681865853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107483593681865853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107483593681865853' title='It is as it was'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107475694832080981</id><published>2004-01-21T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T23:37:15.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blowers Daughter</title><summary type='text'>The job hunt continues.I love my new camera phone, it's so cool that I can take pictures of all sorts of odd things whenever I feel like it. I really like the jello pictures I took this afternoon. Click the moblog to see them.I'm seriously considering going into business for myself, if not now when? Besides I think the 6 months I spend telecommuting have made me despise normal office work.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107475694832080981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107475694832080981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107475694832080981' title='The Blowers Daughter'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107466632758476423</id><published>2004-01-20T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T22:26:54.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Andy Reid,</title><summary type='text'>I'd like to say that I feel sorry for you, what with losing your 3rd straight NFC championship and all, but I don't really. See, you have this atrocious run defense, and I'm some what of a football snob, so that kind of thing offends me. I can stomach a team getting into the playoffs with a bad run D, but I can't stand a bad defense getting to the Super Bowl. Anyway, that's a trivial point, let </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107466632758476423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107466632758476423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107466632758476423' title='Dear Andy Reid,'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107466422709855989</id><published>2004-01-20T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T21:52:18.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moblog</title><summary type='text'>The big news today is that my moblog is now up and running. You can visit it by going to http://mothership.textamerica.com/.I've also added a little preview pane which allows one to view my newest photo and get there by clicking on said photo.Enjoy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107466422709855989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107466422709855989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107466422709855989' title='Moblog'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107458408477523290</id><published>2004-01-19T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T23:36:10.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><summary type='text'>I went shopping with my mom today.She had the day off because of MLK Day, and I of course have no job, so I technically didn't have the day off. However, I check my Palm and didn't have anything scheduled for late morning so I penciled her in for about 11:30 AM.We intended to go grocery shopping, which is just about the only kind of shopping I don't hate. She on the other hand despises </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107458408477523290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107458408477523290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107458408477523290' title='Shopping'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107458285160710277</id><published>2004-01-19T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T23:15:37.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Warm Feeling</title><summary type='text'>Not having a job is an odd thing.I feel like I'm on permanent vacation, but in the back of my head there is this nagging feeling that the shit is about to go down. The back of my head is right because the shit is going to go down, and, unlike Cypress Hill, I'm not sure that I'm going to be ready. The crushing weight of our capitalist society is going to come down on my head like a ton of bricks</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107458285160710277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107458285160710277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107458285160710277' title='That Warm Feeling'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107458183120004538</id><published>2004-01-19T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T22:58:36.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As you've probably noticed...</title><summary type='text'>...comments are back up and running.Thanks to the HaloScan folks.Comment away.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107458183120004538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107458183120004538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107458183120004538' title='As you&apos;ve probably noticed...'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107458115685597624</id><published>2004-01-19T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T22:47:22.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Championship Round Results</title><summary type='text'>1-1Overall playoffs: 5-5</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107458115685597624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107458115685597624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107458115685597624' title='Championship Round Results'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107423552096395265</id><published>2004-01-15T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T22:46:42.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Judy My Notice</title><summary type='text'>Here are jobs I'd actually be good at:1. Voice over guy2. Comic book store clerk3. Improv comedy actor4. Nursery owner (plants not babies)5. History teacher6. Radio talk show host7. Sports casterSo, if anybody has any openings for any of those jobs send me an e-mail and we'll talk.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107423552096395265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107423552096395265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107423552096395265' title='Give Judy My Notice'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107423464336696901</id><published>2004-01-15T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T22:32:04.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing the War</title><summary type='text'>I hate looking for a job more than anything else. Moving is a close second, but at least with moving you know when it will be over, job hunting, on the other hand just never seems to go away.I think I hate job hunting because I don't really like doing what it entails. Oh I can look in the newspaper, and on the internet but when it actually comes down to having an interview I'm not really that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107423464336696901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107423464336696901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107423464336696901' title='Missing the War'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107423366046709072</id><published>2004-01-15T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T22:15:42.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Championship Round</title><summary type='text'>Indianapolis at New EnglandPats play tough defenseOne more MVP to faceBelichick won't quitIndy wants the winRemember the goal line stand?Too hot to be stoppedIndianapolis 20-19Carolina at PhiladelphiaThat run D still blowsYet Philly always escapesMcNabb is the showDavis may not playThat front four must sack McNabbDelhomme don't stop nowCarolina 26-20</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107423366046709072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107423366046709072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107423366046709072' title='Championship Round'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107423261579485944</id><published>2004-01-15T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T21:58:16.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments update</title><summary type='text'>Apparently, well not apparently since it says so on their web site, Halo Scan is taking over for BlogSpeak. For whatever reason the guy who runs BlogSpeak is giving it up. This means comments should be back soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107423261579485944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107423261579485944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107423261579485944' title='Comments update'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107413468994861442</id><published>2004-01-14T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T18:46:10.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Myself</title><summary type='text'>I didn't win the lottery today, and I didn't find a new job.Now I didn't really expect to find a job today as I've only been jobless for 2 days, but I did rather expect to win the lottery, because, well I have that penciled into my day planner, so it's bound to happen. Then I remembered that I didn't buy a lottery ticket, and I also remembered that I don't have a day planner. I'm not sure how I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107413468994861442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107413468994861442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107413468994861442' title='Help Myself'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107406037607536113</id><published>2004-01-13T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T22:07:35.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heathcliff's Haiku Warriors</title><summary type='text'>If you like wind band music, even if you don't and your just a fan of the classical genre, Holidays &amp; Epiphanies by Ron Nelson is pure genius.You should go get it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107406037607536113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107406037607536113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107406037607536113' title='Heathcliff&apos;s Haiku Warriors'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107406000343177002</id><published>2004-01-13T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T22:01:23.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravedigger</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Mr. Wheaton's post today I've finally gotten on the RSS trolley. How nerd sheik.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107406000343177002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107406000343177002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107406000343177002' title='Gravedigger'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107405843299017555</id><published>2004-01-13T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T21:35:12.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things behind the sun</title><summary type='text'>The best part about losing my job is that the economy is in total shambles.Oregon has the 2nd highest unemployment rate in the union (take that Alaska!) and my area of Oregon has the highest in the state, so I officially have the 2nd worst place in the country to try and find a job. I suppose I should be counting my blessings, when I was last looking for work Oregon had the highest unemployment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107405843299017555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107405843299017555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107405843299017555' title='Things behind the sun'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107397461459345088</id><published>2004-01-12T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T22:18:13.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments</title><summary type='text'>Not that it matters a whole lot, but BlogSpeak appears to be down right now, so comments are not available. They'll be active again when BlogSpeak wakes up.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107397461459345088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107397461459345088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107397461459345088' title='Comments'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107397400698615219</id><published>2004-01-12T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T22:08:05.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Istanbul</title><summary type='text'>I also forgot to mention that Callahan did get hired by Nebraska, so my weekend, while otherwise nice, started and ended in the worst way possible.I think things could only get worse if Al Davis bought the Broncos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107397400698615219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107397400698615219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107397400698615219' title='Istanbul'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107397259415108154</id><published>2004-01-12T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T21:44:32.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Divisional Round Results</title><summary type='text'>Forgot to post this earlier, what with me being jobless and all.2-2Playoff results overall: 4-4</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107397259415108154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107397259415108154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107397259415108154' title='Divisional Round Results'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107397248114730370</id><published>2004-01-12T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T21:42:39.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today was teh suck</title><summary type='text'>Today started just fine, but then I got a phone call about 2 PM.The long and short of it is I was fired from my job.The reason? Something about 're-evaluating numbers' and 'changing direction of the company' basically the same old line of management crap that everyone who wasn't an idiot at their job gets. Like the top people wake up one day and say, "Let's fire some workers today for no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107397248114730370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107397248114730370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107397248114730370' title='today was teh suck'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107362179128958783</id><published>2004-01-08T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T20:17:45.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Divisional Round</title><summary type='text'>Carolina at St. LouisCats must bring their gameControl the tempo and clockThat back four worries meMartz, protect young MarkThe blitz will be strong and fierceDump to the hot routeRams 27-20Tennessee at New EnglandDear Titans defenseYou must stop young Tom BradyThere is no otherPats know who to stopThat McNair fellow won't quitBut it's not enoughNew England 12-10</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107362179128958783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107362179128958783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107362179128958783' title='Divisional Round'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107361855939079833</id><published>2004-01-08T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T19:24:15.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I might be dead before the weekend is over</title><summary type='text'>If this actually happens, and Callahan actually takes the job I just might have to kill myself.Seriously, I don't know if I can handle that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107361855939079833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107361855939079833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107361855939079833' title='I might be dead before the weekend is over'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107355164739483001</id><published>2004-01-08T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T00:48:40.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturn: The Bringer of Old Age</title><summary type='text'>Looked at my referral logs tonight and found a hit from this site:Marcellus Wallace's Bloody GitchSo I went there and looks like he linked me.Which reminds me, if for some reason, someone decides to link me, you know for my voracious wit, quick tongue, unreadable, incomprehensible tirades, drop me a comment so I can return the favor.I have, returned the favor.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107355164739483001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107355164739483001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107355164739483001' title='Saturn: The Bringer of Old Age'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107355035699395779</id><published>2004-01-08T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T00:27:10.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delete accidental porn from your computer</title><summary type='text'>Now that I've suckered you with the title (what exactly is accidental porn?) I'm going to bore you with local politics.I normally try and avoid anything too localized because well, it doesn't make for good reading for people not directly involved. Since I have about 2 (plus or minus 2) readers, and neither of them are from my local area I avoid such topics, but I cannot rest silent any longer. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107355035699395779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107355035699395779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107355035699395779' title='Delete accidental porn from your computer'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107345738579465183</id><published>2004-01-06T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T22:40:23.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just in case you didn't know</title><summary type='text'>Every time you contact a customer support person with a stupid question they are making stabby gestures at you over the phone.If you ask a dumb question that can be explained by reading some material provided by the product, the person you are talking to is flipping you off.If you send an e-mail to get help and can't put together a coherent train of thought, or series of questions, expect to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107345738579465183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107345738579465183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107345738579465183' title='Just in case you didn&apos;t know'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107337606684022395</id><published>2004-01-06T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T23:45:17.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Local elementary school helps fight terror war</title><summary type='text'>SIOUX FALLS - One local elementary school is taking what school administrators call "necessary and proactive" steps to to help fight the War on Terror on school grounds. At Arthur C. Mellette Elementary School in west Souix Falls the school has purchased metal detectors, spectrograph machines, for detecting bomb making materials, and stepped up internal security. Principal Edwina Gustafson says </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107337606684022395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107337606684022395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107337606684022395' title='Local elementary school helps fight terror war'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107337277531110432</id><published>2004-01-05T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T23:07:27.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you haven't...</title><summary type='text'>...been paying attention to the news in the past few days, and who can blame you, you've been missing a really sweet NASA mission that is in it's prime right now.The Spirit rover has successfully landed on Mars and is starting to send pictures back to Earth. It leaves its landing spot and begins rolling around Mars in just over a week from now. A goddamn remote control robot on the surface of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107337277531110432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107337277531110432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107337277531110432' title='If you haven&apos;t...'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107337246455918064</id><published>2004-01-05T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T23:02:54.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This guy...</title><summary type='text'>...is a freaking genius. Thanks Fark.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107337246455918064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107337246455918064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107337246455918064' title='This guy...'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107336982116823685</id><published>2004-01-05T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T22:18:12.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened?</title><summary type='text'>Did somebody forget to pay the bill over at Blogpatrol? I haven't been able to get to their site in days, and I really need to check my referral logs to see all that traffic I'm getting. Ok maybe I don't.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107336982116823685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107336982116823685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107336982116823685' title='What happened?'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107336955520166947</id><published>2004-01-05T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T22:13:47.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Card Results</title><summary type='text'>2-2What happened to the Denver defense? At least they didn't lose to someone I really hate.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107336955520166947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107336955520166947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107336955520166947' title='Wild Card Results'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107302405275182829</id><published>2004-01-01T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T22:15:37.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Card Round</title><summary type='text'>Tennessee at BaltimoreSteve practiced this weekThat spells trouble for Ray-RayTitans start their pushTennessee 24-20Dallas at CarolinaPanthers D heals selfBut their corners are suspectThree good Cowboy widesDallas 21-16Seattle at Green BaySupernaturalForces work for the Packers`Hawks can't stop them nowGreen Bay 30-14Denver at IndianapolisClinton P. returnsWill the Indy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107302405275182829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107302405275182829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107302405275182829' title='Wild Card Round'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107284836912795107</id><published>2003-12-30T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T21:27:35.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These are great</title><summary type='text'>Dead Like Me: Rumor is the 1st season will be out on DVD in May.Box Office Poison: Bought it on recommendation, glad I did.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107284836912795107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107284836912795107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107284836912795107' title='These are great'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107284763080477521</id><published>2003-12-30T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T21:14:56.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best bowl game title for 2003</title><summary type='text'>Diamond Walnut San Francisco BowlRunner-up:Gaylord Hotels Music City Bowl presented by Bridgestone</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107284763080477521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107284763080477521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107284763080477521' title='Best bowl game title for 2003'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107277209128277814</id><published>2003-12-30T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T00:15:56.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm an idiot</title><summary type='text'>I was just sitting here trying to figure out what to do with my slightly less than 2 hours left of work.Then I realized, just totally out of the blue that I should read.I only have a giant pile of comics sitting over in the corner that I haven't cracked open yet.What's more scary is that reading didn't entire my mind until just now.My brain is rotting.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107277209128277814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107277209128277814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107277209128277814' title='I&apos;m an idiot'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107276831190017154</id><published>2003-12-29T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T23:12:56.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year in review 19xx/20xx</title><summary type='text'>1. Sports squad won championship in fantastic/blowout/over-rated/Cinderella/repeat manner.2. Nature unleashed her wrath by sending storm/tornado/hurricane/earthquake/flood/plague of locusts over wide spread area. Locals were not pleased.3. Famous people died.4. Politicians were caught in some scandal/lie involving young female intern/associate/campaign worker/domestic servant.5. Michael </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107276831190017154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107276831190017154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107276831190017154' title='Year in review 19xx/20xx'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107276583282405575</id><published>2003-12-29T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T22:31:37.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 17 Results</title><summary type='text'>9-7Overall season results: 114-68I was correct 62.6% of the time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107276583282405575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107276583282405575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107276583282405575' title='Week 17 Results'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107242565107081881</id><published>2003-12-26T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T00:01:52.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 17</title><summary type='text'>Last week of the season, enjoy it:Buffalo at New EnglandWho can stop the Pats?It sure isn't the bad BillsTwelve game winning streakNew England 17-3Seattle at San Francisco`Hawks need this win badLose and the season is donePack your bags young menSan Francisco 24-20Philadelphia at WashingtonEagles win awayWashington is just so badFun and Gun indeedPhiladelphia 28-17</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107242565107081881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107242565107081881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107242565107081881' title='Week 17'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107232694567331494</id><published>2003-12-24T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T20:37:31.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditional Christmas messages get re-tooled</title><summary type='text'>VATICAN CITY - Pope John Paul II ushered in the traditional Christmas Eve mass from inside St. Peter's Basilica with a surprise message, one of hopelessness, doubt and apathy. In what is traditionally an pronouncement of hope, peace and love, the aged pontiff this year parted with that message and offered a somewhat bleaker picture."As you all know the pope suffers greatly with his physical </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107232694567331494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107232694567331494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107232694567331494' title='Traditional Christmas messages get re-tooled'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107224874518963533</id><published>2003-12-23T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T22:53:23.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling all creative people</title><summary type='text'>Anybody want to design a nice blog skin for me?I really want a nice one, and all of the ones I can find via Google are nice in their own teenage angsty, Dragonball Z fanboy, 3rd period Chemistry way, but not exactly what I'm looking for.The one I have no is ok I guess, but it could be better. It's basically the best that my brain could come up with, and my creative side rates at about a 3 on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107224874518963533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107224874518963533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107224874518963533' title='Calling all creative people'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107224597189003429</id><published>2003-12-23T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T22:07:10.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Followup</title><summary type='text'>In a follow up to my post from last week about becoming an internet celebrity I did a little Google search on "how to become an internet celebrity" and came up with the following links:Become FamousBranding Yourself OnlineGratuitous baby seal pictureOk yes the third link has nothing to do with becoming an internet celebrity, but I'm hoping to pull in the Google hits for "gratuitous baby </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107224597189003429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107224597189003429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107224597189003429' title='Followup'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107224432489450730</id><published>2003-12-23T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T21:40:33.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo momma</title><summary type='text'>No matter what you think about Starbucks, they make some fine coffee.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107224432489450730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107224432489450730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107224432489450730' title='Yo momma'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107216947318482457</id><published>2003-12-23T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T00:52:29.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get ready yo...</title><summary type='text'>For a rant that is not related to football in anyway. Ready? Good, because here it comes.As the kids says, WTF is up with Michael Jackson all over the damned news? Seriously people, the fact that Michael Jackson may or may not have molested some poor child(ren) makes absolutely no difference in all of our lives, so WHY THE HELL IS IT ALL OVER THE MAGIC TV BOX!!!!????See here's the dilly-yo, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107216947318482457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107216947318482457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107216947318482457' title='Get ready yo...'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107216561526670116</id><published>2003-12-22T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T23:47:52.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Dick Vermeil,</title><summary type='text'>I know you desperately want to win a Super Bowl in Kansas City, and as long as you don't beat my Broncos in the playoffs that's just fine with me. But you're not going to, why's that you ask? Well it's pretty simple, your defense has turned to utter crap these past few weeks. It was never all that solid to begin with, but it was serviceable enough when your offense was scoring 40 points a game. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107216561526670116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107216561526670116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107216561526670116' title='Dear Dick Vermeil,'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107216137159930048</id><published>2003-12-22T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T22:37:58.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 16 Results</title><summary type='text'>11-5Overall: 105-61</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107216137159930048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107216137159930048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107216137159930048' title='Week 16 Results'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107181705251795185</id><published>2003-12-18T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T22:58:47.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 16</title><summary type='text'>Atlanta at Tampa BayRich McKay swapped teamsThat's got to be a bit weird"Hey Gruden what's up?"Tampa Bay 28-10Kansas City at MinnesotaThe cliches aboundFor this mid-day barnburnerBasketball score, whoot!Minnesota 45-40New England at New York JetsThe Pats just don't loseI don't know how they do thisBut they do, game onNew England 28-24New Orleans at JacksonvilleThis one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107181705251795185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107181705251795185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107181705251795185' title='Week 16'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107173629443334547</id><published>2003-12-18T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T00:32:27.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got it</title><summary type='text'>Right, so my trip to the kitchen for some water and pineapple yum-yums kicked my brain into gear and I now have a topic to write about.I really need to get me a cult of personality.I'm totally fascinated by them. I don't even need a Stalin like cult, just a small group of rabid internet fans who think everything that comes out of my word-hole is gold. I want to be able to post my Amazon wish </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107173629443334547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107173629443334547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107173629443334547' title='I got it'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107173435057361324</id><published>2003-12-17T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T00:00:03.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah</title><summary type='text'>I think I discovered why nobody updated their blog today. Becaue they can't think of anything.I'm suffering from the same problem right now, I'm sitting here, almost midnight, trying to think of something to put down but can't really come up with anything. I'm trying to think of a story to tell becaue I have lots of them and most of them are funnier than poo, but I can't think of one right now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107173435057361324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107173435057361324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107173435057361324' title='Oh yeah'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107173358544297108</id><published>2003-12-17T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T23:47:18.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zuh?</title><summary type='text'>Why did hardly anyone update their blog today?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107173358544297108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107173358544297108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107173358544297108' title='Zuh?'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107164558923151488</id><published>2003-12-16T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T23:20:41.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Time II</title><summary type='text'>And now more stories from yesteryear:The funniest thing about little kids is their complete lack of perspective about things.When I was probably 5, my parents decided to buy a nativity scene to have as a Christmas decoration. As I recall they went to the local pottery store and cast it from molds themselves as part of a class. They then painted it according to their own desires.One of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107164558923151488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107164558923151488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107164558923151488' title='Story Time II'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107164421128999572</id><published>2003-12-16T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T22:57:42.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>House of Waffles</title><summary type='text'>House of Waffles lives.What is House of Waffles?The idea is a collaborative blog for Waffle members.What is Waffle, for those of you who aren't on Waffle that read my blog (this means you Sue)?Waffle is basically a listserv created before the days of listservs. A listserv that has gone horribly wrong. It's like a train wreck, or a bad hurricane, or pure bliss, depending on who you ask.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107164421128999572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107164421128999572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107164421128999572' title='House of Waffles'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107155660987814288</id><published>2003-12-15T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T22:37:40.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Saddam we hardly knew you</title><summary type='text'>I was going to write this post about the capture of Saddam Hussein as I'd feel remiss if I didn't.But as I started to plot out exactly how to lay out my argument I realized that I'd be preaching to the choir, as the kids say. Those who agree with me already agree with me, and those who do not would probably reply with the following:Jerk.Because that's what the internet boils down to. Idiots</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107155660987814288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107155660987814288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107155660987814288' title='Oh Saddam we hardly knew you'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107155365450556199</id><published>2003-12-15T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T21:48:25.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 15 Results</title><summary type='text'>14-2Overall: 94-56</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107155365450556199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107155365450556199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107155365450556199' title='Week 15 Results'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107120836102644878</id><published>2003-12-11T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T21:53:28.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 15</title><summary type='text'>Minnesota at ChicagoIt's time for young RexBears D keeps them in this oneBut rookie means lossMinnesota 24-17Atlanta at IndianapolisFirst coaching axe fallsColts will make the title gameManning wins againIndianapolis 30-20San Francisco at CincinnatiNiners should watch outThe Bengals will be real madPlayoff hopes still live!Cincinnati 28-20Detroit at Kansas CityRecord </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107120836102644878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107120836102644878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107120836102644878' title='Week 15'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107120102746859293</id><published>2003-12-11T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T19:51:14.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These are the things that Mrs. Train can understand</title><summary type='text'>Dear motherfucking scientist type dudes,Please invent a way to get rid of headaches.I don't have migranes, or Jeebus forbid, cluster headaches, but I do get regular run of the mill headaches quite often.It's horrid.Make the go away.I'm tired of taking Excedrin want a way to make them go away forever.Right now I'm willing to consider an extra hole in the head if it means no more brain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107120102746859293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107120102746859293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107120102746859293' title='These are the things that Mrs. Train can understand'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107113003114715193</id><published>2003-12-10T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T00:07:57.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Tea Bitch</title><summary type='text'>I don't really like pop (or soda, if you're one of those heathens that calls it such) very much.It's much to sugary for me, and when I'm thirsty I want something refreshing, not something filled with sugar and salt which will just make me even more thirsty in 15 minutes. I also can't drink it very fast, all those damn carbon dioxide bubbles hurt my mouth. What kind of freak even came up with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107113003114715193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107113003114715193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107113003114715193' title='Ice Tea Bitch'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107112791341807132</id><published>2003-12-10T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T23:32:39.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alterations</title><summary type='text'>Slightly new look my crime fighting buddies.However there is an odd IE 5 quirk that I can't get rid of.When I view the new look locally, with the html file I'm working out of eveything is fine. When I publish the new template, things are not fine and the format gets all funked up. Hopefully I can work out what's going on in the next few days. If not, well you IE 5 people can just suck it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107112791341807132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107112791341807132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107112791341807132' title='Alterations'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107103551209244789</id><published>2003-12-09T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T21:52:37.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Crimus time!</title><summary type='text'>My Christmas arrived early this year.I got a new 80 gallon aquarium.I'm totally excited as I've never had one that big before (must resist urge to make innuendo...)I've decided to make it a cichlid tank. I had a smaller 30 gallon tank that housed cichlids when I lived in Iowa, but it really was much too small. This one will be much better.I'm thinking about going with the Maylandia </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107103551209244789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107103551209244789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107103551209244789' title='It&apos;s Crimus time!'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107095127881699045</id><published>2003-12-08T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T22:28:42.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>URL</title><summary type='text'>I'm seriously considering making the jump to my own domain name. Now I just need to think of a good domain name. Any suggestions?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107095127881699045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107095127881699045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107095127881699045' title='URL'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107095060534210410</id><published>2003-12-08T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T22:17:29.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Griswolding it up</title><summary type='text'>My absolute favorite part of the Christmas season, I think even more than presents now that I'm over the age of 15, is the lights.Luckily my parents are the same way.As I have not moved out of my boyhood home since re-re-locating to Oregon (If you're keeping track out there, I have officially hit the Triumverate of Cool. I have a computer job, like comic books, and live with my parents.) I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107095060534210410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107095060534210410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107095060534210410' title='Griswolding it up'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107094866873246136</id><published>2003-12-08T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T21:45:26.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 14 Results</title><summary type='text'>10-6Overall: 80-54</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107094866873246136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107094866873246136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107094866873246136' title='Week 14 Results'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107061306668185474</id><published>2003-12-04T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T00:31:46.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 14</title><summary type='text'>Dallas at PhiladelphiaMake the playoff pushThese teams will meet one more timeHot Eagles at homePhiladelphia 16-13Washington at New York GiantsLook, I love TikiBut glue the ball to his handsSay goodbye to JimWashington 28-26Oakland at Pittsburgh'Dumbest' team, indeedEnjoy life at the bottomRaiders lose againPittsburgh 28-10Seattle at MinnesotaCan't win on the roadVerses</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107061306668185474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107061306668185474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107061306668185474' title='Week 14'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107052407111250408</id><published>2003-12-03T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T22:48:12.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear the President guy:</title><summary type='text'>I know you're a champion of tax cuts to stimulate (huh huh...I said stimulate) the economy. So let's you and me make a little deal ok? It'll work out just smashing for everyone involved trust me. First, let me tell you where I'm coming from.Without going into the usual lot over arguing if the rich actually deserve the largest portion of the tax cut, it's a fact that they do pay the vast </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107052407111250408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107052407111250408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107052407111250408' title='Dear the President guy:'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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-5786450.post-107043904298901616</id><published>2003-12-02T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T00:11:21.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is so boring. How boring is it?</title><summary type='text'>Ever notice how boring my life is?Because it's totally a big giant snoozefest.How can you tell?Well first off there's my blog. It's the domain of the mundane.Sure the things I chose to write about I am the penultimate example of wit and humor, but those topics are pretty boring (i.e. see socks from earlier today).I don't lose my job, leave my husband, fight with my best friend, hate my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107043904298901616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786450/posts/default/107043904298901616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaconne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107043904298901616' title='My life is so boring. How boring is it?'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529122533707667531</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>
