<?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-11763849</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:55:03.154-06:00</updated><category term='Gaming'/><category term='Inflatible Toys'/><category term='Life Blog'/><category term='Technology'/><category term='Lemons'/><category term='Memes'/><category term='Without Comment'/><category term='Xbox 360'/><category term='Plugs'/><category term='Xbox'/><category term='Comics'/><category term='Narwhals'/><category term='YouTube'/><category term='Future'/><category term='Websnark'/><category term='Daydreams'/><category term='DDR'/><category term='Giga Ball'/><category term='Really Cool Things That I Want'/><category term='Celestial Battle Maidens'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Electronics'/><category term='Audio'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='Giant Hamster Ball'/><category term='Unicorns'/><category term='Glasses'/><category term='Immolation'/><category term='Marketing'/><category term='Extreme Gaming'/><category term='Bioware'/><category term='Embeded'/><category term='Scaring the shit out of people with technology'/><category term='Sweating it out'/><category term='Animation'/><category term='Grammar'/><category term='Kitsch'/><title type='text'>Split Definitive</title><subtitle type='html'>A Foray Into Zero Readership</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Duncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280914228859902589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXKucs7VRkI/SeoPAS5ftLI/AAAAAAAAAlA/npLNZ5p3ANU/S220/avatarpic.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11763849.post-7954881978868809132</id><published>2007-06-13T12:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T13:10:25.238-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lemons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Electronics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xbox 360'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Dumping Ground</title><summary type='text'>Since this blog is my dumping ground anyway, I suppose that it is a good a place as any to rant for a few paragraphs.  Mostly I'm trying to prime the pump, as it has been for too long since I wrote anything of significance.  The blog post ideas are starting to back-up again.  Must write, or head will explode.  That would be messy.Rant. Right.Living in a consumer-driven world has made us </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/feeds/7954881978868809132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11763849&amp;postID=7954881978868809132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/7954881978868809132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/7954881978868809132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/2007/06/dumping-ground.html' title='Dumping Ground'/><author><name>Duncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280914228859902589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXKucs7VRkI/SeoPAS5ftLI/AAAAAAAAAlA/npLNZ5p3ANU/S220/avatarpic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11763849.post-9083492935426217025</id><published>2007-03-21T09:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:02:23.217-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scaring the shit out of people with technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daydreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Audio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><title type='text'>The Future, Now!</title><summary type='text'>I love it, the future I've been daydreaming for over a decade is finally coming true.Go read this article over at Technology Review.A speaker array that would be able to project audio at a single person in a room while keeping the rest of the room quiet.  I've been imagining exactly this kind of stuff for years, and I'm glad that people are finally getting around to it. It's about damn time, now </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/feeds/9083492935426217025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11763849&amp;postID=9083492935426217025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/9083492935426217025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/9083492935426217025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/2007/03/future-now.html' title='The Future, Now!'/><author><name>Duncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280914228859902589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXKucs7VRkI/SeoPAS5ftLI/AAAAAAAAAlA/npLNZ5p3ANU/S220/avatarpic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11763849.post-6160995964862319530</id><published>2007-03-14T08:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T08:53:45.050-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giga Ball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inflatible Toys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giant Hamster Ball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Really Cool Things That I Want'/><title type='text'>Now I Know What the Class Pet Felt Like</title><summary type='text'>This is a Giga Ball.  It is a giant, inflatable ball that you can climb in, and roll around.  A giant inflatable hamster ball.  They have one for kids, and now one for adults.Is it bad that I want one of these?Don't you?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/feeds/6160995964862319530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11763849&amp;postID=6160995964862319530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/6160995964862319530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/6160995964862319530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/2007/03/now-i-know-what-class-pet-felt-like.html' title='Now I Know What the Class Pet Felt Like'/><author><name>Duncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280914228859902589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXKucs7VRkI/SeoPAS5ftLI/AAAAAAAAAlA/npLNZ5p3ANU/S220/avatarpic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11763849.post-8856257615250682732</id><published>2007-03-10T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T10:20:33.307-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Without Comment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narwhals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Websnark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Embeded'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unicorns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celestial Battle Maidens'/><title type='text'>Ebedded Without Comment</title><summary type='text'>(Except to say that, in my quest to bring you awesome things, this is worth seeing)(And by "you" I mean all my non-readers)(Also, I stole this bit from Eric Burns at Websnark)(Which is where I found this animation)(Because this is just a blog of regurgitation and musing)(Like my own collection of things that warp my brain and make me say "oooooh")(Hence the embedded video)(Which is awesome)[via </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/feeds/8856257615250682732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11763849&amp;postID=8856257615250682732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/8856257615250682732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/8856257615250682732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/2007/03/ebedded-without-comment.html' title='Ebedded Without Comment'/><author><name>Duncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280914228859902589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXKucs7VRkI/SeoPAS5ftLI/AAAAAAAAAlA/npLNZ5p3ANU/S220/avatarpic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11763849.post-2714855971079930700</id><published>2007-03-09T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T12:35:05.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DDR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extreme Gaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweating it out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Immolation'/><title type='text'>Hot Stuff</title><summary type='text'>Call it Trial by Fire, call it an adrenaline rush, call it flamethrowers to the face:It's Dance Dance Immolation!  Sort of an art project meets extreme gaming meets an arsonists wet dream.I don't think that I could stand the heat of this game.  I mean, I start to screw up a little in regular DDR and I have a hell of a time recovering.  Imagine trying to pump your score up while jets of flame are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/feeds/2714855971079930700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11763849&amp;postID=2714855971079930700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/2714855971079930700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/2714855971079930700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/2007/03/hot-stuff.html' title='Hot Stuff'/><author><name>Duncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280914228859902589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXKucs7VRkI/SeoPAS5ftLI/AAAAAAAAAlA/npLNZ5p3ANU/S220/avatarpic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11763849.post-4182171371251039925</id><published>2006-10-13T16:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T16:14:19.558-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Blog'/><title type='text'>Renewing</title><summary type='text'>I upgraded to Blogger in Beta just about as soon as I could.  The reason? I suppose that I wanted to make sure I had the newest features.  The best of the best. I then proceded to do nothing.  I didn't upgrade my layout.  I didn't do much of anything.  Hell, I barely post at all.I need to re-organize my main blog roll.  Heck, clearing up my reader and bookmarks would be a feat worthy of praise.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/feeds/4182171371251039925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11763849&amp;postID=4182171371251039925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/4182171371251039925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/4182171371251039925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/2006/10/renewing.html' title='Renewing'/><author><name>Duncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280914228859902589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXKucs7VRkI/SeoPAS5ftLI/AAAAAAAAAlA/npLNZ5p3ANU/S220/avatarpic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11763849.post-114809840062212996</id><published>2006-05-19T21:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T16:01:53.461-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marketing'/><title type='text'>#1 at Marketing</title><summary type='text'>Seth Godin, an accomplished author and marketer, has this to say about being #1:If your marketing strategy requires you to hit #1 in order to succeed, you probably need a new marketing strategy.He's talking about blockbuster movies in this post, but a lot of what he's saying applies directly to game publishers.  The dinosaur game publishers are still using this model, and it is slowly killing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/feeds/114809840062212996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11763849&amp;postID=114809840062212996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/114809840062212996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/114809840062212996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/2006/05/1-at-marketing.html' title='#1 at Marketing'/><author><name>Duncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280914228859902589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXKucs7VRkI/SeoPAS5ftLI/AAAAAAAAAlA/npLNZ5p3ANU/S220/avatarpic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11763849.post-114075579229458290</id><published>2006-02-23T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T16:01:31.838-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitsch'/><title type='text'>Death by Chocolate</title><summary type='text'>I'm a geek.  This means that the two primary chemicals that power me are Caffeine and Capsaicin.  I, like all sane and healthy people, also like chocolate (which contains chemical #1).  So the idea that the loves could be combined, and in a humourous type of game for a group of chocolate loving friends, is pure joy.I give you Chocolate Roulette.12 chocolate bullets.  11 are filled with sweet, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/feeds/114075579229458290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11763849&amp;postID=114075579229458290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/114075579229458290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/114075579229458290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/2006/02/death-by-chocolate.html' title='Death by Chocolate'/><author><name>Duncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280914228859902589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXKucs7VRkI/SeoPAS5ftLI/AAAAAAAAAlA/npLNZ5p3ANU/S220/avatarpic.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11763849.post-113998238534253745</id><published>2006-02-14T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T22:46:25.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Flow</title><summary type='text'>For those of you familiar with Eric Burns and Websnark*, I'm going to try something.  I'm going to try to prime my own word pump and build up my momentum by simply putting to page something, anything.  You see, I have an article for a monthly round table that I want to write.  I've had this idea in my head for over a week. I like to get an idea, and let it simmer.  It builds for a few days, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/feeds/113998238534253745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11763849&amp;postID=113998238534253745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/113998238534253745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/113998238534253745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/2006/02/word-flow.html' title='Word Flow'/><author><name>Duncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280914228859902589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXKucs7VRkI/SeoPAS5ftLI/AAAAAAAAAlA/npLNZ5p3ANU/S220/avatarpic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11763849.post-113985128304495983</id><published>2006-02-13T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T15:59:09.043-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><title type='text'>Johari Window</title><summary type='text'>Right... there is this thing called a Johari Window.  It uses a grid of adjectives to aloow you, and other people who know you, to descibe and map your personality.  So, if you think you know me then go and contribute to my Johari Window.ContributeView</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/feeds/113985128304495983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11763849&amp;postID=113985128304495983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/113985128304495983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/113985128304495983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/2006/02/johari-window.html' title='Johari Window'/><author><name>Duncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280914228859902589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXKucs7VRkI/SeoPAS5ftLI/AAAAAAAAAlA/npLNZ5p3ANU/S220/avatarpic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11763849.post-113963100633988238</id><published>2006-02-10T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T15:58:53.416-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammar'/><title type='text'>(Parenthetical)</title><summary type='text'>I have a deep-seated love of parentheses.  It comes from my writing style being very stream-of-consciousness.  I write the way that I think, and I think very much the way that I would speak.  Or, perhaps it is the other way around; I speak very much as I think.  So much so that I am sure that I sub-vocalize as I write, and even when I’m just thinking.  It leads to other things, like talking to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/feeds/113963100633988238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11763849&amp;postID=113963100633988238' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/113963100633988238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/113963100633988238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/2006/02/parenthetical.html' title='(Parenthetical)'/><author><name>Duncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280914228859902589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXKucs7VRkI/SeoPAS5ftLI/AAAAAAAAAlA/npLNZ5p3ANU/S220/avatarpic.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11763849.post-113829927469138607</id><published>2006-01-26T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T15:58:25.574-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comics'/><title type='text'>Bad Poems, Fun Times</title><summary type='text'>Technology can provide mechanisms to create the most amazing and unexpected forms of artistic expression. Take, for example, bad poetry.  There is, in essence, a formula that can be followed to create bad poetry.  Take several unrelated words or phrases, sting them together with ennui and bongo music, then present them to an audience of like-minded art appreciators.  This formula can be turned </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/feeds/113829927469138607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11763849&amp;postID=113829927469138607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/113829927469138607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/113829927469138607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/2006/01/bad-poems-fun-times.html' title='Bad Poems, Fun Times'/><author><name>Duncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280914228859902589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXKucs7VRkI/SeoPAS5ftLI/AAAAAAAAAlA/npLNZ5p3ANU/S220/avatarpic.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11763849.post-111850348454647915</id><published>2005-06-11T08:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T15:57:53.305-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comics'/><title type='text'>Hope for Opus</title><summary type='text'>A scant few months ago Berkeley Breathed creator of Bloom County, returned to the world of newspaper comics with a full colour weekend feature entitled Opus.  He has re-introduced Opus, that slightly neurotic penguin, Bill, the deranged cat, and even Steve Dallas (as an over the hill single father figure).  And I've read them every Saturday.  And I've felt nothing for them.You see, I grew up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/feeds/111850348454647915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11763849&amp;postID=111850348454647915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/111850348454647915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/111850348454647915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/2005/06/hope-for-opus.html' title='Hope for Opus'/><author><name>Duncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280914228859902589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXKucs7VRkI/SeoPAS5ftLI/AAAAAAAAAlA/npLNZ5p3ANU/S220/avatarpic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11763849.post-111474158589291711</id><published>2005-04-28T20:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T15:57:03.134-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The Marathon</title><summary type='text'>I know my life is not that hectic.  I am not being chased across the English  Channel by a pack of sharks (with or without frickin’ lasers).  I am not running for my life in some terrorist ridden country.  I am not training for ANY sort of marathon (including the much desired sleep-a-thon).  I just feel busy.  It’s like I’m gasping for air.  I get a break once every week or two, where I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/feeds/111474158589291711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11763849&amp;postID=111474158589291711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/111474158589291711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/111474158589291711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/2005/04/marathon.html' title='The Marathon'/><author><name>Duncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280914228859902589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXKucs7VRkI/SeoPAS5ftLI/AAAAAAAAAlA/npLNZ5p3ANU/S220/avatarpic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11763849.post-111311433024012462</id><published>2005-04-10T00:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T00:25:30.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a Gamer Yet</title><summary type='text'>I don't play non-stop video games. In fact, I hardly play video games at all. I like games with story and challenge and depth. I suck at first person shooters. I have no twitch gaming skills. I don't want a game that will scare me out of my skin or gross me out with realistic gore and violence. I want something I can sink my mind into.I also have never owned a console or hand-held system. All my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/feeds/111311433024012462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11763849&amp;postID=111311433024012462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/111311433024012462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/111311433024012462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/2005/04/not-gamer-yet.html' title='Not a Gamer Yet'/><author><name>Duncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280914228859902589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXKucs7VRkI/SeoPAS5ftLI/AAAAAAAAAlA/npLNZ5p3ANU/S220/avatarpic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11763849.post-111292435978883451</id><published>2005-04-07T19:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T15:54:27.280-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bioware'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xbox'/><title type='text'>Stupid Consumer Instinct</title><summary type='text'>   I've officially made the top contender for "Stupidest Purchase Ever".  I just bought (pre-ordered actually) the Special Edition of Jade Empire.  Jade Empire is an action RPG developed by Bioware using a totally unique intellectual property.  The game is set in mythical China and features kick-ass martial-arts styled fighting.  Now that I've officially pitched the game (and not gotten any money</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/feeds/111292435978883451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11763849&amp;postID=111292435978883451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/111292435978883451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/111292435978883451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/2005/04/stupid-consumer-instinct.html' title='Stupid Consumer Instinct'/><author><name>Duncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280914228859902589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXKucs7VRkI/SeoPAS5ftLI/AAAAAAAAAlA/npLNZ5p3ANU/S220/avatarpic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11763849.post-111276555295502697</id><published>2005-04-05T23:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T15:55:12.640-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Spectacle of Myself</title><summary type='text'>I love cheesy titles.  Don’t you?  But enough about you – I got new glasses!  After finally admitting that maybe all the headaches I was getting at work were from unfocused vision and not my boss (unfocused vision of a different sort), I scheduled an Eye Appointment.  I got my prescription and proceeded to procrastinate in actually getting replacement glasses.  I love to procrastinate.  It makes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/feeds/111276555295502697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11763849&amp;postID=111276555295502697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/111276555295502697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/111276555295502697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/2005/04/spectacle-of-myself.html' title='Spectacle of Myself'/><author><name>Duncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280914228859902589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXKucs7VRkI/SeoPAS5ftLI/AAAAAAAAAlA/npLNZ5p3ANU/S220/avatarpic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11763849.post-111233331550600568</id><published>2005-03-31T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T22:28:35.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Scratch and Win Ticket</title><summary type='text'>The novelty seems to have already worn off. You get the ticket, you scratch, you get three pairs (cherries, bags with dollar signs and snowflakes if you're wondering) and three other random symbols. No matches. Nothing clicks. The novelty has worn off. Already.What did I expect? My life is not full of random excitement. I get up, I go to work, I go home, repeat. Ad infinitum. Well, perhaps I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/feeds/111233331550600568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11763849&amp;postID=111233331550600568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/111233331550600568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/111233331550600568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/2005/03/like-scratch-and-win-ticket.html' title='Like a Scratch and Win Ticket'/><author><name>Duncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280914228859902589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXKucs7VRkI/SeoPAS5ftLI/AAAAAAAAAlA/npLNZ5p3ANU/S220/avatarpic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11763849.post-111206571488614862</id><published>2005-03-28T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T20:08:34.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does This Site Make Me Look Fat?</title><summary type='text'>And so, I am (as usual) the last into this particular pond. Or at least it feels that way. I'm always at least two steps behind any major movement. Even though I am a technologist, a computer geek and a voracious reader I seem to have this knack of being so far behind the learning curve that I can't even see the on-coming semi-truck. This is probably because no one ever tells me anything.  Pretty</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/feeds/111206571488614862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11763849&amp;postID=111206571488614862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/111206571488614862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11763849/posts/default/111206571488614862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitdef.blogspot.com/2005/03/does-this-site-make-me-look-fat.html' title='Does This Site Make Me Look Fat?'/><author><name>Duncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280914228859902589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXKucs7VRkI/SeoPAS5ftLI/AAAAAAAAAlA/npLNZ5p3ANU/S220/avatarpic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
