<?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-3992497</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:38:40.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>why so green and lonely?</title><subtitle type='html'>If the sky were to suddenly
open up, there would be no
law, there would be no rule.
There would only be you and 
your memories, the choices 
you've made, and the people
you've touched.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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>298</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-114122672449762422</id><published>2006-03-01T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T10:28:37.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[most serene republic : content was always my favourite colour]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...cause all i wanna save is a cat in a tree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just reading through the 2006 Juno nominees (Pamela Anderson is hosting btw) and I have a question... when are people going to realize that Nickelback sucks. When are people going to realize that Our Lady Peace sucks... When are people going to realize that Theory of a Deadman sucks. Is this really the 'best of canadian music' that we want to recognize, and then for the world to recognize? There is so much better music coming out of Canada today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, Arcade Fire got 2 nods at the Grammys. At the Junos, their home nation's awards, they got 3... one for songwriting and two for videos.. their VIDEOS, not SONGS. Stupid Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 'good' music, I mean artists that are actually doing something different. They are rejecting the cookie cutter "alternative rock" genre and producing some really unique stuff. I don't even want to start an 'authenticity' debate because that's subjective... all based on opinion. I just thought "voters" had the brains to listen to real music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the good music is all just put in the alternative album category so the big awards can be handed to big names only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is good in Canada today? Metric, Arcade Fire, New Pornographers, Broken Social Scene --&gt; all these bands were in the top of the reviewer's lists this year. Then there's Joel Plaskett, Cuff the Duke, Marble Index, Wolf Parade, Most Serene Repbulic... and countless others that i don't even know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juno Awards suck.. then again, all awards are popularity contests that don't really showcase the truth.. or the best of the best... kind of like the Olympics... and facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-114122672449762422?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/114122672449762422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=114122672449762422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/114122672449762422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/114122672449762422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2006/03/most-serene-republic-content-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-113925388473754493</id><published>2006-02-06T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T14:24:44.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[the band : atlantic city]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...gonna see what them racket boys can do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ottawa was a blast and Gordie is a good host. We were all tourists this weekend - the city by day, the bars by night. What'd we see? Uh, everything:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parliment Hill, including a trip up the Peace Tower&lt;br /&gt;A Great View of Gatineau, Quebec (formerly Hull)&lt;br /&gt;The Royal Canadian Mint, where we lifted a gold bar worth $250,000 --&gt; HEAVY! The stupid penny flattener was broken though&lt;br /&gt;Chateau Laurier&lt;br /&gt;Winterlude - Yay Winter&lt;br /&gt;Notre Damn Catherdral.. just pull up a church&lt;br /&gt;Walked past the heavily guarded American Embassy and Kuwait Embassy&lt;br /&gt;Visted A LOT of bars and pubs... wish i rememberd them - OH, one was The Georgetown.. yea!&lt;br /&gt;Kettleman's bagle shop... SO COOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good weekend, good beer, good friends, good sights, good canada, good capital, good money, good sleep, good weed, good time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-113925388473754493?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/113925388473754493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=113925388473754493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/113925388473754493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/113925388473754493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2006/02/band-atlantic-city-heavy-stupid-penny.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-113860010115343741</id><published>2006-01-30T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T00:48:21.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't posted (paste?) in so long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i just watched the indie Brit horror flick &lt;i&gt;The Descent&lt;/I&gt;... frickin scariest movie i've seen in awhile... and with minimal cast, little 'special' effects, good acting, good story, and extremely good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ... things... are scary but the scariest part of the movie is what is not said between characters, and then space itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for another few months&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-113860010115343741?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/113860010115343741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=113860010115343741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/113860010115343741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/113860010115343741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-havent-posted-paste-in-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-112665122933937229</id><published>2005-09-13T18:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T18:40:29.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;At the Bottom of Everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;So there’s this woman, and she was on an airplane, and she’s flying to meet her fiancée, sailing high above the largest ocean on planet earth, and she was seated next to this man who, you know, she had tried to start conversations… and, only – really the only thing she’d heard him say was – just to order – was, “Bloody Mary.” And she’s sittin’ there, and she’s readin’ this really arduous magazine article about a third world country that she couldn’t even pronounce the name of, and she’s feeling very bored, and very despondent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, suddenly there was this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave out and they started just falling, thirty thousand feet. The pilot’s on the microphone and he’s saying, ”I’m sorry, I’m sorry, oh my god, I’m…I’m sorry,” and apologizing and she looks at that man, and she says, “Where are we going?”…and he looks at her…and he says, “We’re going to a party…it - it’s a birthday party…it’s your birthday party, happy birthday, darling. We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much.” And then he starts hummin’ this little tune, and it kinda goes like this, it’s kinda…one, two, one, two, three, four: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web&lt;br /&gt;We must rip out all the epilogues from the books that we have read&lt;br /&gt;Into the face of every criminal strapped firmly to a chair &lt;br /&gt;We must stare, we must stare, we must stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell&lt;br /&gt;Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell&lt;br /&gt;Into the ear of every anarchist that sleeps but doesn't dream&lt;br /&gt;We must sing, we must sing, we must sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it'll go like this, all right: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my mother waters plants my father loads his gun&lt;br /&gt;He says, "Death will give us back to God,&lt;br /&gt;Just like the setting sun &lt;br /&gt;Is returned to the lonesome ocean"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they splashed into the deep blue sea&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it was a wonderful splash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must blend into the choir, sing as static with the whole&lt;br /&gt;We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul&lt;br /&gt;Into this endless race for property and privilege to be won&lt;br /&gt;We must run, we must run, we must run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must hang up in the belfry where the bats and moonlight laugh &lt;br /&gt;We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past&lt;br /&gt;Into the caverns of tomorrow with just our flashlights and our love&lt;br /&gt;We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we'll get down there, &lt;br /&gt;Way down to the very bottom of everything &lt;br /&gt;And then we'll see it, oh, we'll see it!, we'll see it!, we’ll see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my morning's coming back,&lt;br /&gt;The whole world’s waking up&lt;br /&gt;All the city busses swimming past,&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy just because &lt;br /&gt;I found out I am really no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;... by Bright Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-112665122933937229?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/112665122933937229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=112665122933937229' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/112665122933937229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/112665122933937229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2005/09/at-bottom-of-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-111474323612394593</id><published>2005-04-28T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:53:56.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[send me on my way : rusted root]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...how we will run away, we will crawl away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright friends, back to the island for four months... have a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-111474323612394593?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/111474323612394593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=111474323612394593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/111474323612394593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/111474323612394593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2005/04/send-me-on-my-way-rusted-root.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-111410459517894794</id><published>2005-04-21T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T13:29:55.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Here it is: the new world without any media influences... does it look promising? hmm decide for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fat-pie.com/thechildthatsmeltfunny.htm" target="window"&gt;The Child That Smelt Funny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-111410459517894794?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/111410459517894794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=111410459517894794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/111410459517894794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/111410459517894794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2005/04/here-it-is-new-world-without-any-media.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-111342246242333539</id><published>2005-04-13T15:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T16:01:02.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First dentist trip in about 2-3 years = 2 minor cavities and a receding gum line on three teeth. Oh, and don't eat or drink for 30 minutes + some visible goo on my teeth = don't brush your teeth for three hours. And don't brush like you were taught... no circular motion; simply brush away from your gums &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; using a soft or extra soft brush. "We love baking soda," say the dentists. Baking soda is gross - tastes gross, feels gross, and is gross. Tartar build up? I haven't had fish recently, sir! Oh, that's tartar sauce - which is gross as well. My worst dental experience? I don't think I've ever had a bad one, but thank you for asking. Oh man! Sweet sunglasses. Apparently now you're concerned about my eyes, staring into that bright lamp of yours. Well, the glasses are really 1980s and I LOVE them. Also, thank you for the poster of a lion on the ceiling. I counted grass blades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-111342246242333539?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/111342246242333539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=111342246242333539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/111342246242333539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/111342246242333539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2005/04/first-dentist-trip-in-about-2-3-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-111333412724566127</id><published>2005-04-12T15:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T15:33:30.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[i was meant for the stage :: the decemberists]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i was meant to raise these hands with quiet all about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets funnier the more times i watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abum.com/?show_media=4928&amp;file_type=Movies&amp;amp;file_id=zebrasuit.wmv" target="window"&gt;Two Guys in a Zebra Suit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-111333412724566127?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/111333412724566127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=111333412724566127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/111333412724566127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/111333412724566127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-was-meant-for-stage-decemberists.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-111077675516276638</id><published>2005-03-14T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T00:07:12.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On When To Drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some drink to make them wide awake, And some to make them sleep;&lt;br /&gt;Some drink because they merry are, And some drink because they weep.&lt;br /&gt;Some drink because they're very hot, And some because they're cold;&lt;br /&gt;Some drink to cheer them when they're young, And some because they're old.&lt;br /&gt;Some drink to give them appetite, And some to aid digestion;&lt;br /&gt;Some, for the doctor says it's right, And some without question.&lt;br /&gt;Some drink when they a bargain make, And some because of loss;&lt;br /&gt;Some drink when they their pleasure take, And some when they are cross.&lt;br /&gt;Some drink for sake of company, While some drink on the sly;&lt;br /&gt;And many drink but never think About the reason why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;--J Milton Smith, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nuts to Crack for Moderate Drinkers&lt;/span&gt;, 1890&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-111077675516276638?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/111077675516276638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=111077675516276638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/111077675516276638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/111077675516276638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2005/03/on-when-to-drink-some-drink-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-111025841247168776</id><published>2005-03-08T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T00:06:52.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What would Colin sound like as a fast talkin' black man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit &lt;a href="http://www.asksnoop.com" target="window"&gt;http://www.asksnoop.com&lt;/a&gt; and type in http://ricelover.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-111025841247168776?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/111025841247168776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=111025841247168776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/111025841247168776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/111025841247168776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-would-colin-sound-like-as-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-110995810030324396</id><published>2005-03-04T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T12:41:40.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/onegoodmove/movies/ds021605bloggers.html" target="window"&gt;Jon Stewart&lt;/a&gt; on Bloggers... the real kind i mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-110995810030324396?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/110995810030324396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=110995810030324396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110995810030324396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110995810030324396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2005/03/jon-stewart-on-bloggers.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-110989426627482735</id><published>2005-03-03T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T18:59:14.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[black and white town : doves]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...there's no colour in your sound in black and white town...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmmm, don't read this if you don't want Million Dollar Baby's plot spoiled for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In UWO's Gazette today there was a letter from a disabled MPI student condemning &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Million Dollar Baby&lt;/span&gt; because it, "glorifies the euthanasia of individuals with disabilities" (read it &lt;a href="http://www.gazette.uwo.ca/article.cfm?section=Opinions&amp;articleID=399&amp;amp;amp;month=03&amp;day=03&amp;amp;year=2005" target="window"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). Anyone who has seen the movie should be able to tesitfy that this claim simply isn't true. I'm not criticizing Jeff for his letter - I can see why this movie might strike an odd chord for him or anyone, disabled or not. He writes that disabled people can live truly fulfilling lives and I don't at all disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason people are getting upset about Clint's movie is that they hear about the major plot point and freak out. In the movie, Frankie ends Maggie's life (on her request) after she becomes paralyzed from a brutal punch. I'm sure many critics haven't even seen the film but a major Hollywood movie with major Hollywood stars getting major Hollywood attention should &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; have characters making bad choices. Seeing conflicted characters and their decisions, right or wrong, shouldn't be shown on film. That would make movies interesting and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;human&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and no one wants that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Frankie's decision to comply with Maggie's requests is completely in line with what these characters would do. Morgan Freeman's voice over even tells us that. Maggie had reached the top of her world. Frankie has taken her in as a daughter after his own refuses to contact him. How can he end his constant suffering? Help his daughter in need. Sounds fishy? Go see the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to Jeff's letter, the film doesn't necessarily represent pro-euthanasia views. It is a film about characters making decisions, perhaps not the 'right' ones. It is definitely not giving the message that, "it is our duty to mercifully end their suffering." The reference to "the humane killing of old dogs" comes from an earlier conversation between Frankie and Maggie. Maggie is the "old dog" because her journey is over and it not calling all disabled people old dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say don't read into this film too much because there is a lot there. However, going the direction Jeff takes is reading into something that isn't there. Go see the film.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-110989426627482735?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/110989426627482735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=110989426627482735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110989426627482735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110989426627482735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2005/03/black-and-white-town-doves.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-110921516492773888</id><published>2005-02-23T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T22:19:24.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is the deal with the Disney Vault? You know how those tv commercials say, "Get it now before this movie goes back into the Disney vault forever!" or, "Bambi has just been released from the Disney vault."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they really have an actual vault? If so, is it actually necessary?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-110921516492773888?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/110921516492773888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=110921516492773888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110921516492773888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110921516492773888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-is-deal-with-disney-vault-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-110914003536438022</id><published>2005-02-23T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T01:27:15.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ethan Zohn and Jenna Morasca are on Craig Kilborn.. talking about their grassroots soccer org or something where they help poor children. Ethan is talking as his 'gf' Jenna adds little quips that show how retarded she is. Here, loosely quoted, is a prime example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan: "You know, people help out however they can, some people go to schools to talk about the organization. It's really a..."&lt;br /&gt;Jenna: "These kids, they're so smart but they don't have the right information - and they really don't want to see their families killed in front of them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh really? I'm sure NO kids want to see their families slaughtered. Good addition to the conversation, Jenna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-110914003536438022?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/110914003536438022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=110914003536438022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110914003536438022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110914003536438022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2005/02/ethan-zohn-and-jenna-morasca-are-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-110911854258676336</id><published>2005-02-22T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T19:29:02.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[over the counter culture : the ordinary boys]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...destroy the plans and just start again, don't pretend to not pretend at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is with Cedric the Entertainer? Has anyone else noticed that this fat black man isn't funny? Being called 'the entertainer' you'd think he would be. In the previews for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be Cool&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Man of the House&lt;/span&gt; (which looks brutal) he's billed as "with Cedric the Entertainer" or "featuring Cedric the Entertainer"- you know, he's the last guy mentioned but he's the kicker where everyone will go 'oh, he's in it! the movie features him!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the fact that he's in it will make the movie funny or worth seeing? If anyone's seen the Steve Harvey Show even for a minute they'll know he's not funny on that either.  Just another fat black man trying too hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-110911854258676336?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/110911854258676336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=110911854258676336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110911854258676336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110911854258676336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2005/02/over-counter-culture-ordinary-boys.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-110905992836848673</id><published>2005-02-22T03:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T03:12:08.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[This Week In God : Steven Colbert on the Daily Show]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...boobobeebebobobobeoeoboeoboop beep boop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else think that the senior gentleman who works with a bunch of dogs is missing a few marbles? I.e., the dogs run his company and they have all the good ideas. Yep, the FIDO commercials. What a loose canon that man is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, that 'Shampoo Gate' commercial almost made my head blow up as all my attention was directed to the news ticker at the bottom of the screen. I think i perceived it as .. ticking faster than it actually was, but regardless, a really bad commercial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching tv high is a fun experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-110905992836848673?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/110905992836848673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=110905992836848673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110905992836848673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110905992836848673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-week-in-god-steven-colbert-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-110904055875867110</id><published>2005-02-21T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T20:23:22.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Friends : TBS]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i dropped some socks... what is the matter with you?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter S. Thompson died today; by "died" i mean he &lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com/NASApp/cs/ContentServer?pagename=thestar/Layout/Article_Type1&amp;c=Article&amp;amp;cid=1109027411491&amp;call_pageid=968332188492&amp;amp;col=968793972154&amp;DPL=IvsNDS%2f7ChAX&amp;amp;tacodalogin=yes" target="window"&gt;shot himself with a gun&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story reminds me of Laurie Harnick's non-lectures about Thompson, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fear &amp;amp; Loathing&lt;/span&gt;, Gonzo journalism, and how we learned nothing besides how to give a lecture that goes in circles. Yea, we totally taught ourselves in that class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-110904055875867110?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/110904055875867110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=110904055875867110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110904055875867110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110904055875867110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2005/02/friends-tbs.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-110874336195540386</id><published>2005-02-18T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T11:19:48.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[neighborhood #1 : arcade fire ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...meet me in the middle, the middle of town...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha fuck - &lt;a href="http://www.dollarama.com/" target="window"&gt;dollarama.com&lt;/a&gt; is still the worst website ever made. I mean, i do think this store makes a shitload of money. Can't they spend a few bucks and upgrade their website? The internet is the future of advertising after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in severe coffee withdrawal right now; these are difficult times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-110874336195540386?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/110874336195540386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=110874336195540386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110874336195540386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110874336195540386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2005/02/neighborhood-1-arcade-fire.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-110873927136742941</id><published>2005-02-18T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T10:07:51.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/65/3651/640/Feltch%20and%20Pancake%20frame.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/65/3651/320/Feltch%20and%20Pancake%20frame.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Adventures of Marcus Feltch &amp; Mr. Pancake have gone digital. Or at least, online. Click on the sidebar link to see them - if you're a Feltch virgin, you might want to start with the first comic post, waaaaay at the bottom of the page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-110873927136742941?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/110873927136742941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=110873927136742941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110873927136742941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110873927136742941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2005/02/adventures-of-marcus-feltch-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-110867873372735597</id><published>2005-02-17T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T17:23:28.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[nowhere again : secret machines]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...maybe the rain will stop following me, with millions of colors reflected in daylight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hesitant with petitions because i'm still not convinced they really do anything... i don't think politicians are humans. Anyway, this one is for a pretty good cause: it's lobbying Dalton McGuinty to hold true to his promise to build 6,600 supportive housing units in Ontario. I doubt there's much hope for ol' Dalty boy but here's hoping he's not just another politician with false promises.. but more likely is that he's an alien like the rest of the lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petitiononline.com/drmteam/" target="window"&gt;Click here to sign&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-110867873372735597?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/110867873372735597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=110867873372735597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110867873372735597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110867873372735597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2005/02/nowhere-again-secret-machines.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-110841359671884462</id><published>2005-02-14T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T15:39:56.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[road leads where it's lead : secret machines]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...they're blowing all the other kids away, they stole the show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday's &lt;a href="http://www.grammy.com"&gt;Grammy Awards&lt;/a&gt; proved that you can't compete with a dead person - Ray Charles won about 130 awards despite his recent passing, besting young-dumb-music-lover favourites for the top prizes of Album of the Year and Record of the Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't really understand award shows. What is the point in the end? "Hey there, you're good but not THAT good because only I won.. haha loser!" Of course, it IS a pleasure just to be nominated but I guess everyone wants a chance to hop on stage to thank God. Actually I think it is more of a musical artist fad to thank "the most high" for whom the award wouldn't have been possible. Not too many distinguished actors do it... they're above that and just thank agents. Has needless holyman thanking been going on since the Grammys started? Maybe it is more than a fad... perhaps a requirement to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This day in history: February 14, 2000 -&lt;/span&gt; People are still barfing (and will continue to barf in the future) over the stupid holiday that is Valentines Day... at least make it a stat holiday, as i wouldn't mind not going to school. It's not because I'm single that i hate it - I've been in relationships on this day; my problem is that it is another Hallmark Day. Barf. Why do you only have to REALLY love someone one day of the year? Did St. Valentine really like cinnamon hearts and sappy lovers? Earth makes no sense sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-110841359671884462?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/110841359671884462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=110841359671884462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110841359671884462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110841359671884462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2005/02/road-leads-where-its-lead-secret.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-110826988969685841</id><published>2005-02-12T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T23:44:49.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[neighborhood #3 (power out) : arcade fire]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...cause nothin's hid, from us kids! you ain't foolin' nobody with the lights out!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gus Van Sant's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elephant&lt;/span&gt; isn't really a commentary or a deconstruction of Columbine. All it amounts to is a hybrid horror/'documentary' film about high school on a very bad day.  And April 20, 1999 was a pretty bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing bothered me about that film - you know that standard disclaimer at the end of every film reel? The "the events depicted in this film are purely fictional; any simlilarities between places, characters, events etc etc are purely coincidental...(more or less)" Bull shit. The two kids that killed students were Dylan and Eric. In the film it was Alex and Eric. Why even have that disclaimer there?! Hmm... Well, we all know the story - this was Van Sant's art project about one of the most important and remembered events of human history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, it didn't really leave me with anything. It was a good film, not easy to watch at times for those who've been to high school. You see a shot of the shooters coming into the school with huge backs, decked out in camel gear - you know immediately who they are... and the rest of the film is waiting for the 'payoff'. It mixed horror movie-like point of view shots and atmospheres with a fly on the wall style documentary of student's daily lives. It also had a subtle comment that 1st person shooter video games were partly responsible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film won top prize at Cannes, three even i think. Not too sure why - it didn't really have the substance to deserve it - also, kinda like Van Sant's needless Psycho remake, it was just showing something that already had happened for no apparent reason: do we really need to be shown the brutality of Columbine? Did he really have to do a shot by shot remake of a classic horror film?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the 2 Gus Van Sant movies i've seen he's 0 for 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-110826988969685841?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/110826988969685841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=110826988969685841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110826988969685841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110826988969685841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2005/02/neighborhood-3-power-out-arcade-fire.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-110806420735450003</id><published>2005-02-10T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T14:36:47.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Razorlight is another great band from the UK - check out their cd Up All Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-110806420735450003?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/110806420735450003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=110806420735450003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110806420735450003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110806420735450003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2005/02/razorlight-is-another-great-band-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-110805374792455497</id><published>2005-02-10T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T14:20:40.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Well, I can't say i'm not surprised that i'm going back to Kitchi this summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, for my MIT class Representing Homelessness i have to do a service learning component at a drop in centre downtown for homeless, transient, and at-risk youth in London Ontario. So far it has been a pretty interesting experience. I've gone four times (2 hours a week) and it's pretty chill actually. You can never really tell which kids are homeless unless they tell you but the most interesting thing i've noticed is that they're all like me... you... us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Us normal folk. You know, those stereotypes aren't really true at all. Drunk, mentally ill, "deserve to be poor" - all these conceptions we have of street people aren't necessarily true. I suggest reading a book by Kozol - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rachel and Her Children&lt;/span&gt; from the 80s that gives accounts of families in the New York shelter system, which is pretty much bureaucratic hell - and nothing's really changed despite the strong reaction the book got on publication. The book isn't an easy read.. well it is, language wise, but the images and stories and people aren't so easy to take in. The book shows how anyone can become poor or homeless - all it takes is a fire, or sudden unemployment, or abuse... Granted, some of the stereotypical causes are true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one regret about this placement is that it isn't in a shelter. I can't really compare it to anything in Rachel and Her Children, or the system that keeps the homeless homeless. Pretty much i'm just someone who hangs out at the drop in centre and tries to improve at foosball, and learn what i can about the kids down there. It's a good experience to try and wittle down the 'othering' that happens when we think of homeless people, or for that matter, people different from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-110805374792455497?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/110805374792455497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=110805374792455497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110805374792455497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110805374792455497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2005/02/well-i-cant-say-im-not-surprised-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-110723944516108238</id><published>2005-02-01T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T10:34:25.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[when the night feels my song : bedouin soundclash]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;...follow the wind that pushes me west, back to my bed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I do not want to join your friends network, nor do i want to help you update your address book at beebo.com.. or bobee.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie's getting weird and it's making me nervous; Also, Mom says Jessie is senile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CQE or KITCHI...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Aviator is a dumb movie that was just made so it could try to win oscars. Too too long and too full of itself; In a related story, Sky Captain was a pointless movie; Semi Colon; i did like Touching the Void.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are geese so stupid?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheap beer went up in price? Lakeport.. why are you taking my money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Adventures of Marcus Feltch &amp; Mr. Pancake are my favourite kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;CQE or KITCHI...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LDMP &amp; T Bash is on Friday and I'm looking forward to getting smooshed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is this random girl ("i just had my first drink the other day") sleeping on our couch downstairs? I want to kill myself when you talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CQE or KITCHI...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Random thoughts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;GOD that girl is so ugly - stop tanning you dork; why are you wearing hula hoops on your ears? I want to hit you with a beer bottle... nobody likes you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;                                        ...from a...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;We need some housemates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;                                                             ...random guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;P.S. Kaleigh still has my pencil case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lets break this down and mix up the pros and cons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;CQE = new camp, French River, small staff, Erika's cool, summer of tripping, swift water rescue course, based out of London Y, $300/week/14 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;KITCHI = tons of friends, job with lots of responsibilty, GOOD job, Heather's cool, only one trip, Kitchi Sands, Honey Harbour, The Deach, all my leadership will be staff, $400/week/16 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-110723944516108238?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/110723944516108238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=110723944516108238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110723944516108238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110723944516108238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2005/02/when-night-feels-my-song-bedouin.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-110308044542014369</id><published>2004-12-14T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T23:13:54.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[follow me around : radiohead]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...did you lie to us, tony? we thought you were different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you say, 'I liked the book better,' when referring to a film adaptation, what you are really saying is, 'Up yours,' to the average movie-going public."&lt;br /&gt;--Colin's exam--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-110308044542014369?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/110308044542014369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=110308044542014369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110308044542014369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/110308044542014369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/12/follow-me-around-radiohead.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-109600805015709946</id><published>2004-09-24T02:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T22:14:53.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[all these things that i've done : the killers]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you know you gotta help me out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.sympatico.msn.ca/Entertainment/ContentPosting.aspx?contentid=a288f2ab39924d64b1371107a75152a1&amp;show=False&amp;amp;number=0&amp;showbyline=False&amp;amp;subtitle=&amp;abc=abc"&gt;http://news.sympatico.msn.ca/Entertainment/ContentPosting.aspx?contentid=a288f2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.sympatico.msn.ca/Entertainment/ContentPosting.aspx?contentid=a288f2ab39924d64b1371107a75152a1&amp;amp;show=False&amp;number=0&amp;amp;showbyline=False&amp;subtitle=&amp;amp;abc=abc"&gt;ab39924d64b1371107a75152a1&amp;show=False&amp;amp;number=0&amp;showbyline=False&amp;amp;subtitle=&amp;amp;abc=abc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, parents get mad at all these TV rating/censorship bullshit issues but little do they realize that it is not what gets shown on TV that is the problem... it is that parents choose to use television as a babysitter - it's for entertainment, not supervision. It's a parental fault, not an entertainment industry fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-109600805015709946?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/109600805015709946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=109600805015709946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/109600805015709946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/109600805015709946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/09/all-these-things-that-ive-done-killers.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-109597650082912103</id><published>2004-09-23T17:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T17:55:00.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[indie rock &amp; roll : the killers]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it's indie rock &amp;amp; roll for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being on an island for four months really limits your chance to hear new music. The only real 'new' music I heard was on Rock 95, and even that wasn't so new (see 'The Reason'). But when I came home I got this new album called Hot Fuss by The Killers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Album of the Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Listen to it allllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll, especially the tracks Andy, You're a Star and All These Things That I've Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-109597650082912103?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/109597650082912103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=109597650082912103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/109597650082912103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/109597650082912103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/09/indie-rock-roll-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-109573141139522351</id><published>2004-09-20T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T21:50:11.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[caught by the river : doves]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...get down in the cornfields, stay til we're caught at last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's film was called 'Deliverance,' an intense little ditty about 4 guys going down a river and things go horribly wrong. It wouldn't be a very exciting movie if nothing went wrong and the flick had no raping, no shooting, no archery, no rapids, and no death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know, I'm all for talking about movies after watching them, but not at the urinal. Take dude for instance who decides to strike up a conversation with me as we're taking a piss. Now, this is clearly not the time. Talk at the sink, or outside the washroom but not then please. Weird experience. Maybe he was foreign but that's not how strangers operate in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-109573141139522351?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/109573141139522351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=109573141139522351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/109573141139522351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/109573141139522351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/09/caught-by-river-doves.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-109466446522708221</id><published>2004-09-08T13:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T18:08:44.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[dragostea din tei : o-zone]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...nomai nomai yei etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in London for another wicked year after an awesome summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gimme an A&lt;br /&gt;gimme a WESOME&lt;br /&gt;what's that spell? (awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;what's that spell? (awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;senior staff is what? (awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. yea that's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. McDonalds Monopoly comes back in October!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-109466446522708221?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/109466446522708221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=109466446522708221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/109466446522708221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/109466446522708221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/09/dragostea-din-tei-o-zone.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-108317689905510697</id><published>2004-04-28T14:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T14:42:39.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[brand new low | treble charger, edge102 sucks]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and i realize, surprise you were right all along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin Edington&lt;br /&gt;c/o YMCA Camp Kitchikewana&lt;br /&gt;PO Box 71&lt;br /&gt;Honey Harbour ON&lt;br /&gt;P0E 1E0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not gonna be posting for 4 months... i will be drinking coffee though, same thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hehe seriouSARSly)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-108317689905510697?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/108317689905510697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=108317689905510697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/108317689905510697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/108317689905510697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/04/brand-new-low-treble-charger-edge102.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-108286451934539568</id><published>2004-04-24T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T23:46:24.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Zombie Survival Guide is your key to survival against the hordes of undead who may be stalking you right now. Fully illustrated and exhaustively comprehensive, this book covers everything you need to know, including how to understand zombie physiology and behavior, the most effective defense tactics and weaponry, ways to outfit your home for a long siege, and how to survive and adapt in any territory or terrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 Lessons for Surviving a Zombie Attack &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Organize before they rise! &lt;br /&gt;2. They feel no fear, why should you?&lt;br /&gt;3. Use your head: cut off theirs.&lt;br /&gt;4. Blades don’t need reloading.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ideal protection = tight clothes, short hair.&lt;br /&gt;6. Get up the staircase, then destroy it. &lt;br /&gt;7. Get out of the car, get onto the bike.&lt;br /&gt;8. Keep moving, keep low, keep quiet, keep alert!&lt;br /&gt;9. No place is safe, only safer. &lt;br /&gt;10. The zombie may be gone, but the threat lives on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be carefree and foolish with your most precious asset—life. This book is your key to survival against the hordes of undead who may be stalking you right now without your even knowing it. The Zombie Survival Guide offers complete protection through trusted, proven tips for safeguarding yourself and your loved ones against the living dead. It is a book that can save your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;---&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/1400049628/qid=1078339562//ref=pd_ka_1/102-1383930-9632158?v=glance&amp;n=507846" target="window"&gt;Buy it Here!&lt;/a&gt;---&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-108286451934539568?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/108286451934539568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=108286451934539568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/108286451934539568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/108286451934539568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/04/zombie-survival-guide-is-your-key-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-108181685656783928</id><published>2004-04-12T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T20:44:44.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[goodbye stranger | supertramp]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...goodbye stranger, it's been nice.. hope you find your paradise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet Jackson's boobification was the smartest thing she's ever done.. that anyone's ever done. She was losing out in the music industry, and now even &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; am talking about her. There's nothing better than exposure (hehe) even if is mostly a negative response. She's on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Janet! Your music sucks and you look like slutty death, but nice breast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-108181685656783928?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/108181685656783928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=108181685656783928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/108181685656783928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/108181685656783928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/04/goodbye-stranger-supertramp.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-108153901588484739</id><published>2004-04-09T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T15:36:47.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[sing for absolution | muse]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I will be singing, falling from your grace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty questions with Omarosa Manigault-Stallworth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What cartoon character do you most relate to and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cartoon character that I most relate to is Optimus Prime from the 'The Transformers'. Optimus Prime is the leader of the Transformers and works as a powerful force of goodness, courage and wisdom in the battle against the evil Decepticons. He first tries to find peaceful solutions to conflicts, but when battle lines are drawn, he becomes a fierce warrior capable of overpowering vast enemy forces to achieve his goals. I used to watch this cartoon when I was little with my brothers and sister and we loved it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CONCUSSION!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-108153901588484739?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/108153901588484739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=108153901588484739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/108153901588484739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/108153901588484739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/04/sing-for-absolution-muse.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-108119806020576260</id><published>2004-04-05T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T16:51:18.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[follow me around | radiohead]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...movin' in a swamp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I present to this council some facts: I do my best work the night before things are due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...these marks prove it, bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(please let me win, please let me win, please let me win)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie's comin' to visit in a week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-108119806020576260?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/108119806020576260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=108119806020576260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/108119806020576260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/108119806020576260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/04/follow-me-around-radiohead.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-108077421317105048</id><published>2004-03-31T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T18:07:05.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[ready for it | the stills]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...oh don't censor me so bitterly, there's no change the sun goes down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found AIBO the Wonder ...er, Robot Dog in an Archie Comic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...neat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-108077421317105048?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/108077421317105048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=108077421317105048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/108077421317105048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/108077421317105048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/03/ready-for-it-stills.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-108075636602123146</id><published>2004-03-31T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T13:09:38.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[i will | radiohead]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i won't let this happen to my children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst advertisement ever: New York Fries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do we always get the best potatoes? ... You Don't Want To Know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is this supposed to sell fries and promote the company? "You don't want to know" gives the impression that their best potatoes come from a toxic waste dump. Definitely not a place I'd want to get fries from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. 9am class tomorrow. Gotta go for the first time this semester. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-108075636602123146?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/108075636602123146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=108075636602123146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/108075636602123146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/108075636602123146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-will-radiohead.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-108001925094260503</id><published>2004-03-23T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T00:30:00.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[we will become silhouettes | postal service]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...we will become silhouettes when our bodies finally go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'm glad I take university seriously. For "Matter of Technology" (aka 'Robot Class') we have to write weekly participation sheets about the topic of that week's lecture... &lt;a href="http://armouredloves.blogspot.com" target="window"&gt;Go Here&lt;/a&gt; for my most recent sheets for you to read when bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i get marked on these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-108001925094260503?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/108001925094260503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=108001925094260503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/108001925094260503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/108001925094260503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/03/we-will-become-silhouettes-postal.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107991375950831348</id><published>2004-03-21T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T20:24:09.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, apparently Jurassic Park IV is in the works... you know what I'd like to see? How about the dinosaurs win this time, humans get wiped out and dinosaurs rule the world again. It would certainly be a better movie than seeing the exact same thing for the fourth time. It would also rule out a fifth movie. Also, lets pretend the third movie never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DarkHorizons posted this possible plot description:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;65 million years ago, a terrible disease plauged the Earth which brought about the extinction of the dinosaurs. In the early eighties, when InGen cloned the dinosaurs, they also brought this disease back with them and it has been present ever since before Jurassic Park (thus explaining the sick Triceratops and Brachiosaur). Now this disease has become fully active in the dinosaurs and they're all getting very ill. When dinosaur carcasses start washing up on the shore of Costa Rica, a team (including Alan Grant) is called out to find out what's going on. They head to the islands to study the dinosaurs and find out about the disease, known as DX. They also discover the disease is transferable to humans and could possibly bring on our own extinction. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my damn large hope that humans die out from this virus, but dinosaurs prove to be the stronger species. They outlast, outwit, and outplay us in Survivor 9: Humans vs. Dinosaurs: "Pretty Boy" Jeff Probst will be eaten first when he says "Survivors ready!" for the last time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not that cheesy but the rumoured image of seeing dinosaurs roam a ruined city landscape sounds very inviting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107991375950831348?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107991375950831348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107991375950831348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107991375950831348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107991375950831348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/03/so-apparently-jurassic-park-iv-is-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107989763044721166</id><published>2004-03-21T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T14:37:09.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dollarama.com"&gt;www.dollarama.com&lt;/a&gt; is the worst website ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107989763044721166?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107989763044721166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107989763044721166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107989763044721166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107989763044721166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/03/www.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107989562698780722</id><published>2004-03-21T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T14:12:49.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[fall down | pilate]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...there's glass upon this playground, there's cocaine in your church, is there water in this desert?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Pilate last night at Call the Office... it was a great show. They were actually better live, where most bands suck. Their 2-song encore was great with &lt;i&gt;Shadow on the Take&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Alright&lt;/i&gt;. And Dave, it's Pilate...not Pilates (they said so themselves). Hehe the band looks waaayyy cooler in person than they do on that stupid poster. Todd Clark went to Western: Western Rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More interestingly, the opening band, El Torpedo, was awesome. From Dartmouth, NS, they were rocking. I bought their cd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: I learned that Radiohead played Call the Office in August, 1995. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lying here tonight, &lt;br /&gt;lying here tonight it’s all you think of,&lt;br /&gt;Parading through these lights and&lt;br /&gt;falling from these heights it’s all you think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For chance has laid its cold hand on your shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;It’s now your right, to watch falling sands, you’re getting older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly surprised, suddenly surprised by these mires,&lt;br /&gt;It’s a funny thing this life, you’re catching up with time, do you tire?&lt;br /&gt;You were caught by the window…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Endgame, Pilate--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107989562698780722?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107989562698780722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107989562698780722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107989562698780722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107989562698780722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/03/fall-down-pilate.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107919029778159396</id><published>2004-03-13T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T10:08:06.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hehe why get Chef Tony's awesome knife set when you can throw spaghetti instead?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107919029778159396?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107919029778159396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107919029778159396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107919029778159396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107919029778159396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/03/hehe-why-get-chef-tonys-awesome-knife.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107820001534562944</id><published>2004-03-01T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T23:03:28.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[shine on you crazy diamond (6-9) | pink floyd]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and we'll bask in the shadow of yesterday's triumph, and sail on the steel breeze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;These aren't my words... I wonder what Kather would say to this little article.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what you will about the inability of Radiohead to reproduce their music in a live venue, but when I saw them in concert in November, I was inspired to change my MSN name to "When will we start talking about Yorke/Greenwood instead of Lennon/McCartney." Though initially intended as hyperbolic provocation, after winning several instant-messaged arguments, I started to think my claims had merit. First and foremost, no Beatles fan could have had the same epiphany as I, for the Beatles never performed live during their creative heyday. Second, both bands have had 5 stellar albums. The Beatles: Rubber Soul, Revolver, Sgt. Pepper, The White Album, and Abbey Road. Radiohead: The Bends, OK Computer, Kid A, Amnesiac, and Hail to the Thief. You can debate those lists if you like, but regardless, Radiohead still has creative life in them to catch up if needed, and well, the Beatles dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last contention of my detractors is that the Beatles had more of an impact on the world of popular music. While this might be true, it's hardly measurable. One certainty, though, is that the Beatles changed the way music was released. In the early sixties, bands recorded and released singles, and amassed enough singles to package with filler and eventually release an album that was essentially a greatest-hits-up-to-that-point package. The Beatles refused to put their singles on their albums, and eventually, popularized the importance of the album over the single with Sgt. Pepper. Until now, Radiohead has embraced this concept, but upon fulfilling their contract with EMI, Thom Yorke has recently said that the band will likely not release another album, but will focus on singles and EPs. With the new single-minded/downloading/mix tape society, music fans are less willing to sit through filler, and much less willing to buy entire albums. By releasing more frequent, smaller, much cheaper discs, Radiohead could very well succeed in bringing music fans back to the record stores and could reverse the shift to albums caused by the Beatles 40 years ago. If successful, in 20 years, the Beatles could be merely a footnote in the history of Radiohead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;--MIT's own Matt Heuther in the usually shitty MITZine--&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107820001534562944?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107820001534562944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107820001534562944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107820001534562944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107820001534562944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/03/shine-on-you-crazy-diamond-6-9-pink.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107809736906336201</id><published>2004-02-29T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T18:32:20.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss the smell of skunk - every whiff i get these days reminds me of the summer. Thank you for the memories, Jessie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107809736906336201?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107809736906336201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107809736906336201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107809736906336201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107809736906336201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-miss-smell-of-skunk-every-whiff-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107784945174615972</id><published>2004-02-26T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T21:40:19.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[endgame | pilate]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it’s a funny thing this life, you’re catching up with time, do you tire?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a little road trip with Parker today to the U of Guelph library, realizing 'hey, Guelph, Laurier and Waterloo are the same library' - so, the Guelph trip turned into a Laurier trip.. but that's not the point. I noticed the buses in Guelph are very very nice. Almost beautiful. The space buses are okay, but even the shit buses are nice. All red and white - there's even shit/space hybrids... shitty buses with space letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Richard Hatch, voted out? HAHAH... but he was an entertaining part of the mix :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(fuckin' always stuck doing right turns so i can do a left turn fuckin' driving.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107784945174615972?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107784945174615972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107784945174615972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107784945174615972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107784945174615972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/02/endgame-pilate.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107644974009318727</id><published>2004-02-10T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T16:51:26.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a wicked cover of Radiohead's Paranoid Android by the marching band from the University of Massachusetts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that's right - a marching band. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107644974009318727?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107644974009318727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107644974009318727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107644974009318727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107644974009318727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-have-wicked-cover-of-radioheads.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107639135335736264</id><published>2004-02-10T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T01:02:52.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://audio.thetech.org/robotics/univ-sony.ram"&gt;See AIBO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We read about this little guy in robot class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mixed feelings. This little robot dog is pretty cute - apparently it can walk, 'see', 'hear', play dead, roll over, scratch, and chase pink balls. It's all sensors and computer vision and robotics blah blah blah. But watching the video left me with an uneasy feeling and i can't really describe it. Are we heading into an age when robots will replace dogs? AIBO instead of Jessie? Nah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check the video out for yourself - you might feel the same way i did, or maybe not. The video almost makes AIBO seem alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it amazes me we're able to do things like this - check out a video simulation of the &lt;a href="http://audio.thetech.org/robotics/univ-mars.ram"&gt;2003 Rover landing on Mars&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The article I read is &lt;a href="http://www.thetech.org/robotics/universal/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; - it's a pretty interesting read...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107639135335736264?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107639135335736264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107639135335736264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107639135335736264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107639135335736264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/02/see-aibo-we-read-about-this-little-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107611050297240797</id><published>2004-02-06T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T18:37:23.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A class-action law suit was filed in Knoxville, TN, Wednesday alleging that the halftime show caused viewers "to suffer outrage, anger, embarrassment and serious injury."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that is so fuckin' ridiculous. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107611050297240797?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107611050297240797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107611050297240797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107611050297240797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107611050297240797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/02/class-action-law-suit-was-filed-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107574808924356798</id><published>2004-02-02T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T14:39:30.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.greenplastic.com/news/dusty/000876.php"&gt;This Theatre of the Absurd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/gallery/view?p=999&amp;gid=3639384&amp;uid=1884757&amp;members=1"&gt;Here are some pics from Laura's 21st b-day party. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(fyi, tropical drunken beach party at our house on the friday before reading week... uwo's reading week that is...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107574808924356798?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107574808924356798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107574808924356798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107574808924356798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107574808924356798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/02/this-theatre-of-absurd-here-are-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107574446737413710</id><published>2004-02-02T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T12:57:52.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[separate ways (worlds apart) | journey]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...distant eyes, promises we made were in vain, in vain, in vain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Fuckin' what the fuckin' fuck! Who the fuck? Fuck this fuckin'... how did you two fuckin' fucks fuck!"&lt;br /&gt;-"Well, it certainly illustrates the diversity of the word..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Boondock Saints--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107574446737413710?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107574446737413710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107574446737413710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107574446737413710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107574446737413710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/02/separate-ways-worlds-apart-journey.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107524355858022051</id><published>2004-01-27T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T17:48:06.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[recycled air | the postal service]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...my head's a balloon, inflating with the altitude ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone has seen, or knows where to get a look at this video, let me know. I want to see what my good buddy Gord said, long long ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CityTV seems to be shutting all doors to make sure no one else sees it. Damn media powerhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://toronto.citytv.com/statement/"&gt;http://toronto.citytv.com/statement/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107524355858022051?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107524355858022051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107524355858022051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107524355858022051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107524355858022051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/01/recycled-air-postal-service.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107500852548020943</id><published>2004-01-25T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T00:30:49.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no more grinding: bad for my knees&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107500852548020943?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107500852548020943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107500852548020943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107500852548020943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107500852548020943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/01/no-more-grinding-bad-for-my-knees.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107490242622088040</id><published>2004-01-23T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T19:02:28.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cathy, you're right - dave matthews doesn't do it for me anymore... aside from maybe one or two songs, i've lost the love for dave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107490242622088040?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107490242622088040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107490242622088040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107490242622088040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107490242622088040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/01/cathy-youre-right-dave-matthews-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107475364887388100</id><published>2004-01-22T01:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T01:44:37.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Put the guns into our hands and we will use them. Give us the slogans and we will turn them into realities. Sing the battle hymns and we will take them up where you left off. Not one not ten not ten thousand not a million not ten millions not a hundred millions but a billion two billions of us all the people of the world will have the slogans and we will have the hymns and we will have the guns and we will use them and we will live. Make no mistake of it we will live. We will be alive and we will walk and talk and eat and sing and laugh and feel and love and bear our children in tranquility in security in decency in peace. You plan the wars you masters of men plan the wars and point the way and we will point the gun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Johnny Got His Gun, Dalton Trumbo--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the best book I've ever read, &lt;em&gt;Johnny&lt;/em&gt; is anti-war lit at it's finest, without even heading to the front. &lt;strong&gt;Read it &lt;/strong&gt;- I'm not saying anymore about it. I don't think I could forget this book if I tried...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107475364887388100?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107475364887388100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107475364887388100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107475364887388100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107475364887388100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/01/put-guns-into-our-hands-and-we-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107463218989999518</id><published>2004-01-20T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T15:58:27.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what would be a good family guy moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if peter says something like 'it ain't over until the fat lady sings' and then he and lois look at a random fat lady in the living room, and then she sings, and then peter says 'now it's over...' in a peter voice - it is actually kinda funny in my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think just because one of my teachers used that expression about 4 times a day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107463218989999518?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107463218989999518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107463218989999518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107463218989999518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107463218989999518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/01/you-know-what-would-be-good-family-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107457316296138552</id><published>2004-01-19T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T23:36:07.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[fake plastic trees | october hill]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...if i could be who you wanted, then i would...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Normally i hate forwards, yet sometimes there are those that come along that crack me up. This one i just got was full of random thoughts, and some were pretty funny:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People teach their dogs to sit, it's a trick. I've been sitting my whole life, and a dog has never looked at me as though he thought I was tricky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An escalator can never break. It can only become stairs. You would never see an "Escalator Temporarily Out Of Order" sign, just "Escalator Temporarily Stairs. Sorry for the convenience." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Jordan, is this where you got that from?--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wear a watch because I want my arms to weigh the same. So if somebody asks me what time it is, I have to tell them something that is going on. "What time is it, Mitch?" "Uh, that guy is eating a hamburger." "Shit, I had to be somewhere..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had a friend who was a tightrope walker, and you were walking down a sidewalk, and he fell, that would be completely unacceptable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lucky number is four billion. That doesn't come in real handy when you're gambling. "Come on, four billion! Fuck. Seven. Not even close. I need more dice." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a human pyramid once. It was very unnecessary. It did not need to exist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a cheese-shredder at home, which is its positive name. They don't call it by its negative name, which is sponge-ruiner. Because I wanted to clean it, and now I have little bits of sponge that would melt easily over tortilla chips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Bigfoot is blurry, that's the problem. It's not the photographer's fault. Bigfoot is blurry. And that's extra scary to me, because there's a large, out-of-focus monster roaming the countryside. Run. He's fuzzy. Get outta here. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107457316296138552?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107457316296138552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107457316296138552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107457316296138552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107457316296138552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/01/fake-plastic-trees-october-hill.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107445321292161532</id><published>2004-01-18T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T14:16:19.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"can i have a farm for lunch...imagine you could build a farm just in time for lunch? well i mean start it all up get the crap running get the animals making all those crazy noises that they do and uhhhhhhhh i dunno eat them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nnyyyyyooooooooo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you're kidding me! ...actually i knew that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'll admit it. dammit, that new britney spears song (toxic) is just so damn catchy. I love it. And dave, i don't remember it really, but i'm sure it was great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107445321292161532?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107445321292161532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107445321292161532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107445321292161532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107445321292161532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/01/can-i-have-farm-for-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107387681146801410</id><published>2004-01-11T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T22:09:36.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[center of attention | guster]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i am the only child there is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets go back to December for a minute:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Mon Dec 01, 12:57:08 AM | Colin Edington | edit ]&lt;br /&gt;[breathing | yellowcard] &lt;br /&gt;...i can feel you breathing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the record show that i said it here first...also to dave earlier today: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren Reed will turn evil. She will pull a "sidney's mom" and turn on michael vaughn, as one who's been stealing CIA secrets and giving them to the covenant. It's the perfect parallel to sidney's mom who pulled the same shit with Jack Bristow... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Sweeps, i hear you calling my name. Lauren Reed, you have met your match, bitch. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so now we're back in January. Alias just ended with Lauren Reed being revealed as a sniper, and one of the evil kids. So what did I say? Yeah that's right. It may not be May sweeps, but fuck, i WIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107387681146801410?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107387681146801410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107387681146801410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107387681146801410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107387681146801410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/01/center-of-attention-guster.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107376461511829632</id><published>2004-01-10T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T14:58:40.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[catch the sun | doves]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...catch the things you might have missed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new mattress today. It's label says the model is called &lt;em&gt;Megan&lt;/em&gt;. Megan, they claim, is "the absolute ultimate in luxurious bedding" (Mattress 2004). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do "they" name mattresses after women? Is it so you can say things like, "Megan is so bouncy!" or "I'm sleeping with Megan again tonight!" or how about "I'm always on top of Megan." I would like to personally welcome Megan to my room tonight when I sleep on her for the first time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, some mattresses don't get women's names though. I feel bad for their owners. I don't really know any girls named Sealy Posturepedic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, meet my friend Serta Perfect Sleeper..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No name better than my Megan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107376461511829632?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107376461511829632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107376461511829632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107376461511829632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107376461511829632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/01/catch-sun-doves.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107352361475201317</id><published>2004-01-07T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T20:01:56.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[why worry | all american rejects]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...she says we won't ma-a-ake it now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has noticed by now this huge revolution in public transit... space busses are turning up all over the map (at least the southern ontario map). London, Kingston, Toronto, Brampton, and Mississauga all have jumped on the bandwagon, buying up new, spify busses. However, one thing has struck me as odd, but it makes perfect sense. All these new space busses, compared to the ones in London, seem to be lacking a certain something: cool. In my recent observations, the new space busses in Kingston, TO, Brampsuckston, and Mississauga are dull. Are there other towns and cities in Ontario that are with London's cool space busses, or are we all alone? Come on, someone join our cool busses... Hamilton? Pickering? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we're just in a class on our own. Memories of the summer: "...Spacebus!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I've just braved the cold, bought rum, and now I'm ready to take on Drinking Week. For those of you who don't know yet, I've declared now until, well, a weekish from now, Drinking Week. Bottoms Up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107352361475201317?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107352361475201317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107352361475201317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107352361475201317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107352361475201317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/01/why-worry-all-american-rejects.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107325492459518003</id><published>2004-01-04T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T13:52:05.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, 2003 saw some good cds come out, and some shitty ones too. Yet there were a few that weren't just good, they were fantastic. This is a list of my top 10 favourite... I know that there are some halves... but please, understand, some cds are too hard to classify into numbers! So here goes, my favourite cds released last year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Guster - Keep it Together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“We build a wall around ourselves/And pretty soon the spirit was a lot like what it used to be back home/So far away from everyone/And everything starts today” (Keep it Together)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little band that could: with already 3 cds released, Guster topped every one of them with this disc. Tunes like Amsterdam, Red Oyster Cult, the amazing title track, and the Beatles-esque I Hope Tomorrow Is Like Today, create one of the best cds I’ve heard in a long time. My favourite thing about this album would have to be the lyrics - they are uplifting, they are optimistic, they make you feel good! Do yourself a favour and also check out Goldfly, Parachute, and Lost and Gone Forever. Favourite tune: Come Downstairs &amp; Say Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Pilate - Caught By the Window&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“And I’m out on my feet again/Is this love lost or found?/Caught in your words I’m beginning to turn, baby please” (Out on My Feet)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canada’s answer to Radiohead: The instrumentals and vocals of Pilate are almost undistinguishable from the pre-Kid A Radiohead. This is not to say they mimic the best band in the world. Instead, Pilate takes what was old and makes it new, dare I say better? Ha, no not quite. Close though. The songs range from upbeat and radio-friendly (Into Your Hideout) to slow power ballads (Collide, Travel Song) that make this cd well worth a listen. It opens quiet and peaceful with Endgame, and ends loud and chaotic with A Reprise. Oh, and the lead singer went to Western. Favourite tune: Alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Radiohead - Hail to the Thief&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“You can scream and you can shout/It is too late now/Because you have not been paying attention” (2+2=5)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been said before: Radiohead is the greatest band in the world. Everyone was expecting a return to an OK Computer/Bends sounding record. Tomfoolery I tell you! We got something better. The band loses much of the electronic sounds from the past two discs and yes, they do bring back some guitar, but the main drive of this album the lyrics. Given current world situations, it’s not hard to figure out where these songs are coming from. Whether you prefer the singles, like the anthemic There There, or the dreamy ballads, like Sail to the Moon, you won’t be disappointed with Radiohead’s 6th studio album. Favourite tune: Sit Down Stand Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Doves - Last Broadcast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Inside/A heart of pure soul/A sun rising/And falling away, like your soul/Cause here comes/Something wonderful/So don't let them/Throw it away” (Words)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalk another one up for the British. Last Broadcast is a driving rock album composed of upbeat tunes (Words, There Goes the Fear) and slow, quiet tunes (M62 Song, Friday’s Dust). The album, like most, becomes a million times better after you’ve checked out the lyrics. For those long road trips, this is the best cd you could ever take with you! With many songs at epic length, this great band doesn’t leave anything to be desired. Except another great album maybe. Favourite tune: Pounding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Matt Good – Avalanche&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“And I dance and I sing/And I'm a monkey in a long line of kings/And we dance and we sing/And we're all monkeys in a long line/I'm just a boat on the ocean/And I'm just a ship lost at sea” (While We Were Hunting Rabbits)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More with the epic rock, but this time it’s Canadian. A good number of songs on Matt Good’s solo disc clock in at over six minutes and you start to wonder why he can’t say things in 4 minutes. Because he doesn’t feel like it – good enough reason to me. Just like Audio of Being (after which he dropped the band), despite the song lengths, the cd combines a good mix of great rock tunes (Weapon, Pledge of Allegiance) and slower matt good-style ballads (House of Smoke &amp; Mirrors, Avalanche). He was awesome live… He’s another artist who enjoys making social musical commentary (21st Century Living). Favourite tune: While We Were Hunting Rabbits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 1/2. Death Cab for Cutie - Translanticism&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I wish the world was flat like the old days/Then I could travel just by folding a map/No more airplanes, or speedtrains, or freeways/There'd be no distance that can hold us back" (The New Year)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could say this album is the most soothing one I've bought this year. It's mellow, but it rocks at the same time. Sure the lyrics are a little depressing, at times really sad, but there is more of the optimism that we all know and love. This cd borders along the experimentalist stage and the traditional pop/rock scene - where this band will head to next is anyone's guess. The album just gets better and better with each listen. Favourite tune: Translanticism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. All American Rejects - Self-Titled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“This may be the last thing that I write for long/Can you hear me smiling when I sing this song, for you and only you” (The Last Song)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easily the funnest cd of the summer. These guys know how to have a good time. Songs like Swing Swing, My Paper Heart, and Why Worry, all have the elements of a good rock record. It’s a perfect cd for that summer road trip. While the lyrics don’t go much deeper than you know…crushes, love, and goo, that’s a good thing. It’s what you’d call awesome musical popcorn. Favourite tune: The Last Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Rooney - Self-Titled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“These are the words of the popstars/These are the words of the unsophisticated money-machines/For the killers of rock and roll” (Popstars)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditto for Rooney. You can’t help but not be in a good mood while listening to this disc – yes, even with songs like I’m a Terrible Person. Come on… I’m Sh-sh-Shakin’ is the best lyric ever! With a sound that is like a combination of Weezer, the Beatles, and The Beach Boys, you get Rooney, a band that knows what good rock is supposed to be about. Favourite tune: Losing All Control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Thursday - War All the Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“In the shadow of the New York skyline/We grew up too fast falling apart/Like the ashes of American flags/The sun doesn’t rise” (War All the Time)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most overtly political releases this year, Thursday’s latest certainly came off without sounding contrived or unintelligent. Each track’s instrumentals are fused with deep lyrics that range in subjects from the death of Matthew Sheppard (M. Sheppard), to the unrest at home and overseas (War All the Time), to personal relationships (Between Rapture and Rupture). With this cd, Thursday has it all. Oh, except fame. Favourite tune: This Song Has Been Brought to You By a Falling Bomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 1/2. Grandaddy - Sumday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My farewell e-mail reads farewell to thee/I'll pass through your world with ease like wind blowing through the leaves" (The Go in the Go For It)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to describe Grandaddy's sound. A bit of Radiohead, oddly sci-fi-ish, catchy... certainly, Sumday is one of the more interesting releases this year. When it was promoted at a discount when purchased with Hail to the Thief, I didn't buy it. Imagine my disappointment when I actually heard the cd. The tracks are eerily haunting and very bright and original. There are the catchy Now It's On, and I'm On Standby, and then creepy OK With My Decay. I don't know what to say about this record except give it a try. You'll be surprised... This disc doesn't surpass the greatness of Grandaddy's first album, The Sophtware Slump, but comes close. Favourite tune: Lost On Yer Merry Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. The Rapture – Echoes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Can you feel it?/Sister Savior/Drive you into the club” (Sister Savior)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance-Rock – Now there’s a term you wouldn’t expect to hear. Dance and rock? Together? Well, the Rapture pulled it off. At times noisy (House of Jealous Lovers), at times mellowed out (Infatuation), Echoes fuses so many genres of music to create the most interesting record of the year. Favourite tune: Sister Savior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Dashboard Confessional - A Mark, A Mission, A Brand, A Scar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“This is easy as lovers go/So don't complicate it by hesitating/And this is wonderful as loving goes/This is tailor-made, what’s the sense in waiting?” (As Lovers Go)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the days when Dashboard Confessional consisted of a broken-hearted guy and his guitar. Now, it’s a broken-hearted guy, his guitar, and some friends, with instruments of their own. Gone, for the most part, are the acoustic pour-out-your-heart-into-the-lyrics songs. Now it’s all about the electric. There is still a lot of heart pouring too. Strangely, it works. It doesn’t top Places You Have Come to Fear the Most, but it comes damn close. Bonus! The electrified version of Hands Down is pretty good, as is Ghost of a Good Thing, a welcome revisit of Dashboard’s acoustic days. While I may not like the idea of a “band,” it’s hard for me to not like it… Favourite tune: Bend and Not Break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always the great records that get the shaft, left out of the top 10. So maybe we'll make it a top 18:&lt;br /&gt;11. Fountains of Wayne - Welcome Interstate Managers&lt;br /&gt;12. The Ataris – So Long, Astoria&lt;br /&gt;13. Black Eyed Peas - Elephunk&lt;br /&gt;14. Blur - Think Tank&lt;br /&gt;15. The Shins - Chutes Too Narrow&lt;br /&gt;16. Brand New - Deja Entendu&lt;br /&gt;17. The Thrills - So Much for the City&lt;br /&gt;18. Songs Ohia - Magnolia Electric Co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107325492459518003?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107325492459518003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107325492459518003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107325492459518003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107325492459518003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/01/alright-2003-saw-some-good-cds-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107310126736057974</id><published>2004-01-02T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T22:42:42.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VH1 voted &lt;i&gt;The O.C.&lt;/i&gt; as the greatest guiltiest pleasure of 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107310126736057974?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107310126736057974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107310126736057974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107310126736057974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107310126736057974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2004/01/vh1-voted-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107273358815319212</id><published>2003-12-29T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T16:34:37.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Reality. What an elusive and defiled concept. The stark reality about Reality — David Bowie's stunning and vital new album — is that there really isn't any concept. And according to Reality's legendary creator, there ultimately may not be any reality either.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--The press release for David Bowie's latest album-- (i don't get it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll phone up and say, 'Hi, it's Paris Hilton,' and they'll say, 'Yes, this is the Paris Hilton.' So I'm like, 'Yes, I know, I'm Paris Hilton.' It can go on for hours like some bad comedy film.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Paris Hilton, on getting booked at the family hotel--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It starts with something violent right away. Then after that there's a big, violent scene. Then there's a conversation scene, with a little more violence at the end. Then there's a little segue and there's some more violence. It's very violent.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Uma Thurman's take on Kill Bill--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Globe and Mail isn't all that stuffy i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107273358815319212?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107273358815319212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107273358815319212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107273358815319212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107273358815319212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/12/reality.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107267352403124058</id><published>2003-12-28T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T23:53:32.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[everything in it's right place | radiohead]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...what was that you tried to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In his first TV interview since his arrest and subsequent charges of child molestation, the pop superstar tells American journalist Ed Bradley he'll never stop sleeping with kids because he isn't doing anything wrong. Jackson sat for a chat with Bradley on Christmas Day for Sunday's 60 Minutes, and used the short interview to deny all nine charges stacked up against him. He tells Bradley, "If it was Jack The Ripper; if it was about murder or sex, it (sleeping with kids) would be wrong. But it's not like that, so it's alright." Bradley admits Jacko appeared to be in pain throughout the interview and told the journalist the charges against him stem solely from "money and greed". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is with this guy. it's over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107267352403124058?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107267352403124058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107267352403124058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107267352403124058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107267352403124058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/12/everything-in-its-right-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107241640452587745</id><published>2003-12-26T00:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T12:47:51.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[the end of all things | howard shore]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...listen to this track from about 3:30m onward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so much better the second time. The whole experience is almost biblical...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107241640452587745?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107241640452587745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107241640452587745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107241640452587745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107241640452587745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/12/end-of-all-things-howard-shore.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107205302778582550</id><published>2003-12-21T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T19:31:46.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ANNA: "Hey!"&lt;br /&gt;SETH: "Anna, why hello there!"&lt;br /&gt;ANNA: "Where you been?"&lt;br /&gt;SETH: "Uh..hmm? no. Ryan just asked me to feed his seamonkeys while he was away."&lt;br /&gt;ANNA: "Ryan has seamonkeys?! I LOVE those things!"&lt;br /&gt;SETH: "Yeah, but you know what though? You can't see 'em... because they're dead."&lt;br /&gt;ANNA: "Oh"&lt;br /&gt;SETH: "Yeah, suicide... you know how hard the holidays can be, so..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107205302778582550?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107205302778582550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107205302778582550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107205302778582550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107205302778582550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/12/anna-hey-seth-anna-why-hello-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107203923430001502</id><published>2003-12-21T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T15:43:13.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"...slowly i thaw her icy heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--the o.c.--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wow..clearly you're a lesbian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--seriously, this guy seth gets all the best lines--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107203923430001502?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107203923430001502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107203923430001502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107203923430001502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107203923430001502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107198952169840697</id><published>2003-12-21T01:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T01:53:19.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SUMMER: "You make a move, I rip out your jugular."&lt;br /&gt;SETH: "Hey, pillow talk."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107198952169840697?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107198952169840697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107198952169840697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107198952169840697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107198952169840697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/12/summer-you-make-move-i-rip-out-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107198571718088536</id><published>2003-12-21T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T00:49:54.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[california | phantom planet]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...california here we come, right back where we started from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Omigod, that could be my grandma..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--seth, once again from the o.c. (they keep coming)--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107198571718088536?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107198571718088536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107198571718088536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107198571718088536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107198571718088536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/12/california-phantom-planet.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107197022027675001</id><published>2003-12-20T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T20:31:38.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[stop crying your heart out | oasis]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...cuz all of the stars are fading away, just try not to worry, you'll see them someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I never smoked anything...I will tell you that there was an earlier time many years ago when  Sheila made brownies and I must say they did have a strange taste."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--our PM, Paul Martin--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda funny that his initials are PM...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107197022027675001?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107197022027675001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107197022027675001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107197022027675001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107197022027675001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/12/stop-crying-your-heart-out-oasis.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107190070898769243</id><published>2003-12-20T01:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T20:32:47.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"wow, i'm sorry, i should really learn to knock...in case there's a threesome going on in the bathroom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--seth, on the o.c.--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107190070898769243?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107190070898769243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107190070898769243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107190070898769243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107190070898769243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/12/wow-im-sorry-i-should-really-learn-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107157530120476785</id><published>2003-12-16T06:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T06:49:32.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[farewell transmission | songs: ohia]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...now we'll all be brothers of the fossil fire of the sun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 6:46am, on a certain Tuesday in December: I've just watched &lt;i&gt;Meeting People Is Easy&lt;/i&gt; and have decided that it is one of the best films I've seen in a long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[~4 hrs until I can sleep]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107157530120476785?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107157530120476785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107157530120476785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107157530120476785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107157530120476785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/12/farewell-transmission-songs-ohia.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107154588576962261</id><published>2003-12-15T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T22:39:16.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[little by little | oasis]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and it just don't matter now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've figured out how not to sleep through tomorrow's exam. I'll just not go to bed at all! Sometimes I am just so impressed by my system of logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speechless, absolutely incredible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107154588576962261?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107154588576962261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107154588576962261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107154588576962261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107154588576962261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/12/little-by-little-oasis.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107146155421044962</id><published>2003-12-14T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T23:13:44.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[i might be wrong | radiohead]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...let’s go down the waterfall, have ourselves a good time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the festive season, so i wrote some songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away in a hole, the poor baby gave birth&lt;br /&gt;to mary and her wisemen, with laughter and mirth&lt;br /&gt;the wisemen penetrated, the easywomen excruciated, &lt;br /&gt;and emmerson and his pig ran away with the youth who flatulated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deck the bitch with christmas favourites, &lt;br /&gt;falalalalalalalblahblah, &lt;br /&gt;tis the season for sex, &lt;br /&gt;falalalalalblah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleigh bells ring, are you glistening?&lt;br /&gt;with winter joy, and foolish shitting?&lt;br /&gt;to face a great lay, by way of a gay&lt;br /&gt;walking in a whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rudolph the red nosed monkey&lt;br /&gt;liked to stroll without his nose&lt;br /&gt;and if you ever sawed it&lt;br /&gt;it would hurt&lt;br /&gt;olive, the other reindeer&lt;br /&gt;is a dog&lt;br /&gt;he never let poor rudolph&lt;br /&gt;shit logs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107146155421044962?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107146155421044962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107146155421044962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107146155421044962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107146155421044962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-might-be-wrong-radiohead.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107096409025142592</id><published>2003-12-09T05:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T05:02:32.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[forget december | something corporate]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and this month only will be so lonely, but not so holy anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuart Hall:&lt;br /&gt;Well, he &lt;i&gt;sounds&lt;/i&gt; like an old British guy...&lt;br /&gt;Laura learned at the beginning of the year that this dude is in fact Black, born in Jamaica. I only learned this a few days ago. wtf. Who else knew Stuart Hall was black?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107096409025142592?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107096409025142592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107096409025142592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107096409025142592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107096409025142592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/12/forget-december-something-corporate.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107092388046562840</id><published>2003-12-08T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T17:52:21.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[memory | sugarcult]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so get back, back, back, to where we last stand, just like i imagine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It angers me that a female student with an obvious physical disability can make her way (on foot) from Alumni Hall to Sarnia/Western, but the lazy dicks who live in Perth and Essex can't...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107092388046562840?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107092388046562840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107092388046562840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107092388046562840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107092388046562840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/12/memory-sugarcult.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107048814641816463</id><published>2003-12-03T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T16:50:16.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[i want it all | queen]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...here's to the future, hear the cry of youth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.unitedmedia.com/comics/getfuzzy/archive/images/getfuzzy2003113307128.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107048814641816463?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107048814641816463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107048814641816463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107048814641816463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107048814641816463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-want-it-all-queen.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107025822855337254</id><published>2003-12-01T00:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T00:57:59.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[breathing | yellowcard]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i can feel you breathing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the record show that i said it here first...also to dave earlier today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren Reed will turn evil. She will pull a "sidney's mom" and turn on michael vaughn, as one who's been stealing CIA secrets and giving them to the covenant. It's the perfect parallel to sidney's mom who pulled the same shit with Jack Bristow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Sweeps, i hear you calling my name. Lauren Reed, you have met your match, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107025822855337254?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107025822855337254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107025822855337254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107025822855337254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107025822855337254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/12/breathing-yellowcard.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-107015777747897335</id><published>2003-11-29T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T21:03:47.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[constellation | juliana theory]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and i want to be selfish - you're my everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on Colin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the flu&lt;br /&gt;I'm 16% done my essay&lt;br /&gt;I was hungover this morning&lt;br /&gt;Texas Chainsaw Massacre is a very very very intense 98 minutes&lt;br /&gt;I look drunk in that picture&lt;br /&gt;I love the taste of orange vitamin C&lt;br /&gt;My chicken noodle soup is ready&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-107015777747897335?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/107015777747897335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=107015777747897335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107015777747897335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/107015777747897335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/11/constellation-juliana-theory.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-106997458183170922</id><published>2003-11-27T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T18:10:29.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[meeting in the aisle | radiohead]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention: the best experience of my life was at Loblaws last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loblaws has these "self check-out" contraptions, much like the ones at Weldon. In a few easy steps, you alone can:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) &lt;em&gt;scan&lt;/em&gt; your own groceries!! Complete with the beeps.&lt;br /&gt;b) bag 'em&lt;br /&gt;c) play with a touch screen as you're told what to do&lt;br /&gt;d) put your cash in the slot (that's right! these badboys take cash, debit, credit, and PC points!)&lt;br /&gt;e) put your coins in their slots (no dave....slOts)&lt;br /&gt;f) watch as the machine magically spits out your required change...yes! even the correct coinage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really quite fascinating to experience. The machine knows &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;. I wouldn't be surprised if Loblaws rigged them, in the near near future, to automatically know your favourite foods and quiety slip those into your bag. Machines - they're tricksy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so cool...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-106997458183170922?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/106997458183170922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=106997458183170922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106997458183170922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106997458183170922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/11/meeting-in-aisle-radiohead.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-106993157271284772</id><published>2003-11-27T06:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T06:13:51.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[aphrodite | paris &amp; sharp]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's 6:08am, and i've just written two essays...and i have an exam in 4 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but see, what i'm &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; wondering is a) why does snot harden, and b) what would it be like to drink coffee mixed with grape juice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;house &amp; techno music drives me to my most productive states of being...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-106993157271284772?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/106993157271284772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=106993157271284772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106993157271284772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106993157271284772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/11/aphrodite-paris-sharp.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-106928561692342938</id><published>2003-11-19T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T18:47:32.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[the kids aren't alright | offspring]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...how could one little street swallow so many lives?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet again, I've proved to myself how much of an idiot I am. On my way to work I simply forgot to get off the bus. I didn't realize this until I was two-thirds of the way back home. The cause? I was so enthralled watching a film directed and produced by my brain that I wasn't paying attention. It was actually quite good. However it was a foreign film, who knows what language it was actually in, but at least it was subtitled.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--my friend davey--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i get the feeling that dave and i are quite similar but also that he is really odd. i am odd as well but sometimes, perhaps it's good we live together. i think that if he lived with say, martha stewart, he'd be in the nutty house by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waitaminute...stewart...martha...shouldn't &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; be in the nuthouse by now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...nuthouse/jail - same thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-106928561692342938?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/106928561692342938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=106928561692342938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106928561692342938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106928561692342938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/11/kids-arent-alright-offspring.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-106925111564956838</id><published>2003-11-19T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T09:12:44.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[hey ya! | outkast]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...y'all don't want me here you just wanna dance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's incredible really...that sentence has &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; the letters! Count 'em! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-106925111564956838?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/106925111564956838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=106925111564956838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106925111564956838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106925111564956838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/11/hey-ya-outkast.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-106921772766775713</id><published>2003-11-18T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T23:56:01.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[i am a wicked child | radiohead]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sitting around so confused...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Survivor: All-Stars, featuring 18 contestants from past editions of the CBS reality series, will premiere after Super Bowl XXXVIII on Sunday, Feb. 1, CBS announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The players, to be announced later, will be vying for a $1 million prize and bragging rights to the title "Ultimate Sole Survivor."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...gee, i sure hope elisabeth comes back :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-106921772766775713?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/106921772766775713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=106921772766775713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106921772766775713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106921772766775713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-am-wicked-child-radiohead.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-106920017035459526</id><published>2003-11-18T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T19:06:26.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[donde esta santa claus | guster]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I hope he won't forget to clack his castinet, and to his reindeer, say, "Oh Pancho, Oh!Vixen, Oh! Pedro, Oh! Blitzen, Ole! Ole! Ole! Ole! SANTA CLAUS!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“A Well Thought-Out Englilsh Paper”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: Strong Bad (writing for Kyle "The Yellow Dart" Smith)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since maybe like the Middle Ages, there have been many differing opinions about hustle and bustle. This cannot be denied. It is my intention to sit down and play video games for several hours.  &lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;First, moving around quickly, and with purpose, is a true sign of character. Secondarily, bustle(e.g. hustle) yields more product for the working types. “Hustle and bustle are like my right and left arms,” said Li’l Spicy in his famous “Hustle and Bustle Are Like My Right and Left Arms” speech. Webster’s defines bustle as “excited and often noisy activity; a stir.”  A stir, indeed. Finally, sometimes gross stuff can be funny.&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I, “The Yellow Dart,” think I have done a great job illustrating the many differing opinions about hustle and bustle, may they both rest in peace. Also, I think Strong Bad should decrease The Cheat’s allowance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-106920017035459526?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/106920017035459526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=106920017035459526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106920017035459526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106920017035459526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/11/donde-esta-santa-claus-guster.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-106911622627258781</id><published>2003-11-17T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T19:44:19.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[what the weatherman forgot | moneen]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...they said all we have is two and one half years before all we have will die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, healthy egos are a good thing; it's when your ego gets too big and you're so full of yourself you can't bring yourself back down to earth that you have problems. And by problems, a) you think you're the best (which you aren't) and b) you are two steps away from a slug in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep that in mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-106911622627258781?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/106911622627258781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=106911622627258781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106911622627258781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106911622627258781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/11/what-weatherman-forgot-moneen.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-106884674007005744</id><published>2003-11-14T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T16:52:49.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[pilots | goldfrapp]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...we're pilots watching stars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A wise one once told me....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules according to Chrissie Cunningham are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;1. do everything i say.&lt;br /&gt;2. do it with a smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;3. go put on your depderant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...leaves something to be desired, no?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-106884674007005744?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/106884674007005744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=106884674007005744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106884674007005744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106884674007005744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/11/pilots-goldfrapp.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-106852898934421867</id><published>2003-11-11T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T00:36:53.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[(fall) supermarket sweep | clint mansell]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey coffee drinkers (aka Celia and Dave)...have you noticed that coffee actually makes you high? Maybe it's just me..but after i've been drinking it, and sitting at my computer working...i get these sensations that i'm rising out of my body...it's strange - it feels like i'm hovering over the computer a lot higher than where i actually sit. my head, chest, and ears feel like they're rising but my body stays in the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a very trippy experience. that and the twitching - i must be going crazy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-106852898934421867?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/106852898934421867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=106852898934421867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106852898934421867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106852898934421867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/11/fall-supermarket-sweep-clint-mansell.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-106851675016537851</id><published>2003-11-10T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T21:12:54.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[nature boy | david bowie]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...there was a boy, a very strange enchated boy - they say he wandered very far, over land and sea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davey just reminded me of a strange dream i had last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother, who is blind and old (as grand people usually are), was on a softball team. My dad gave her the bat and she stepped up to the plate...now i'm picturing my grandma holding a bat, hitting the ball and running around the bases...blind. it just doesn't fit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, apparently she owned a tan coloured honda civic which scares me for two reasons: she can't see... and she's part of the civic nation...hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i also borrowed her car without her knowing and drove beth edey to class. strange&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-106851675016537851?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/106851675016537851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=106851675016537851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106851675016537851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106851675016537851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/11/nature-boy-david-bowie.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-106851502335924625</id><published>2003-11-10T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T20:44:54.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was searching the net for critics of bell hooks' work - criticisms of her shit, if you know what i mean. Well..i couldn't find any so i decided to search for 'bell hooks sucks.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i was unsuccessful in all attempts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coffee?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-106851502335924625?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/106851502335924625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=106851502335924625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106851502335924625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106851502335924625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-was-searching-net-for-critics-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-106850493385869921</id><published>2003-11-10T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T17:55:57.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[magic dragon theatre | utopia]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the lady on the left is now a pumpkin pie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; you? A cow? Close your mouth when you chew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...assfuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-106850493385869921?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/106850493385869921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=106850493385869921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106850493385869921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106850493385869921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/11/magic-dragon-theatre-utopia.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-106848264078918525</id><published>2003-11-10T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T11:44:24.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[navras | juno reactor]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matrix Revolutions sucked. There was a good part, however...that being the song from the end credits (see above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone else ready as fuck for Return of the King?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-106848264078918525?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/106848264078918525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=106848264078918525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106848264078918525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106848264078918525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/11/navras-juno-reactor.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-106804459362812998</id><published>2003-11-05T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T10:03:30.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[rudolph the red-nosed | jack johnson]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...how can you look me in the face when only yesterday you called me names...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems samuel l. jackson is at the point in his career where he picks roles based on him having a good time with them: star wars? xxx2? swat? to me, every star should pick fun roles...not necessarily just the best oscar chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-106804459362812998?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/106804459362812998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=106804459362812998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106804459362812998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106804459362812998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/11/rudolph-red-nosed-jack-johnson.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-106800791584636449</id><published>2003-11-04T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T23:54:46.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[lost souls | the doves]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...she cries for our lost souls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icicle Lights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the &lt;i&gt;deal&lt;/i&gt;?! They are ugly. Not just ugly...Vomit-in-your-face-stomp-on-the-ground-throwing-mushed-up-frog-in-your-ears ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, last i checked, icicles &lt;em&gt;aren't &lt;/em&gt;illuminated, they &lt;em&gt;aren't&lt;/em&gt; crooked, they &lt;em&gt;aren't&lt;/em&gt; electric, and they also &lt;em&gt;aren't&lt;/em&gt; green! And what about those coloured icicle lights! COLOURED!? What? Hmm maybe if we lived in OZ but take a look outside, this is London. LONDON. Not OZ. We don't have plastic plants, hay houses or yellow brick roads...we do have munchkins though. But we call them midgets. Point remains...icicles aren't colourful either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, if you must have them, would it hurt you to take them down during the year? Laziness... Do you really like your Canadian Tire Illuminated Icicles that much? That's awesome that you pride yourself in jumping on this retard of a bandwagon, but maybe you could eat poison or something - cuz that way i could rip those hideous lights off your house and burn them over your coffin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icicles are ICE, and &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; wires. Amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-106800791584636449?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/106800791584636449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=106800791584636449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106800791584636449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106800791584636449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/11/lost-souls-doves.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-106799193429640034</id><published>2003-11-04T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T19:25:50.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck, if the phone is &lt;em&gt;right beside you&lt;/em&gt;...pick it up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-106799193429640034?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/106799193429640034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=106799193429640034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106799193429640034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106799193429640034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/11/fuck-if-phone-is-right-beside-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-106779133337159756</id><published>2003-11-02T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T11:43:11.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[back to the middle | the new deal]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine this scene: it's Britain, 1800s, at a high society gathering...a gathering of aristocrats perhaps... everyone speaks with snottish British accents too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady Greensleeves&lt;/strong&gt;: "Alas, I musn't tarry any longer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madame Butterfly&lt;/strong&gt;: "Alas this! ...motherfucker."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does imagining this make anyone else laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. my dreams are getting weirder. Recap from last night:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Eminem is my brother&lt;br /&gt;-for Eminem, he has a small house&lt;br /&gt;-I stayed with Eminem for awhile&lt;br /&gt;-the young 20-something Queen of Something was there too&lt;br /&gt;-so was her daughter&lt;br /&gt;-so was my a)son or b)younger brother - it's debatable&lt;br /&gt;-it was expected that my "son" hook up with the Queen's daughter&lt;br /&gt;-it was also expected that I hook up with the Queen&lt;br /&gt;-somewhere along the way, Hilary Duff jumped up and started yelling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Riddle of the Day&lt;/strong&gt;: Whose future looks BLEAK?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-106779133337159756?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/106779133337159756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=106779133337159756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106779133337159756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106779133337159756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/11/back-to-middle-new-deal.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-106775376984476359</id><published>2003-11-02T01:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T01:16:22.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[out on my feet | pilate]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is this love lost or found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pender, it's like this guy was reading our minds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maddox.xmission.com/dare_devil.html"&gt;2 characters that were missing from the new Daredevil movie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In this movie we get a character called "Bullseye." Guess what he has on his forehead? A bull's-eye. Guess what his special power is? He can throw darts and hit bull's-eyes. That's stupid. Why not have a character called "The Raging Hardon" where the character is a boner, or a heroine called "Salad Tosser" where she, um.. tosses salad. If you're going for stupid, why not go all out?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-106775376984476359?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/106775376984476359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=106775376984476359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106775376984476359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106775376984476359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/11/out-on-my-feet-pilate.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-106757103374205283</id><published>2003-10-30T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T22:41:37.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[this is halloween | danny elfman]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...pumpkins scream in the dead of night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one, two, freddy's coming for you...&lt;br /&gt;three, four, better lock your door...&lt;br /&gt;five, six, grab your crucifix...&lt;br /&gt;seven, eight, better stay up late...&lt;br /&gt;nine, ten, never sleep again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-106757103374205283?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/106757103374205283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=106757103374205283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106757103374205283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106757103374205283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/10/this-is-halloween-danny-elfman.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-106753797064584638</id><published>2003-10-30T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T13:19:35.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[karma police | radiohead]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...phew, for a minute there i lost myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://www.google.ca"&gt;google.ca&lt;/a&gt; and type in "Weapons of Mass Destruction" and then click "I'm Feeling Lucky"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992497-106753797064584638?l=ricelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/feeds/106753797064584638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3992497&amp;postID=106753797064584638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106753797064584638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992497/posts/default/106753797064584638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricelover.blogspot.com/2003/10/karma-police-radiohead.html' title=''/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06826630649240094291</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992497.post-106753415788305812</id><published>2003-10-30T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T13:22:31.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[fuck | fuckers]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...fuck!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLIN IS HAVING A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN _ IT"S ACTUALLY AN ANGE RBREAKUP OR SOMETING&gt;&gt;! 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