<?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-4082615</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:38:51.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hello.</title><subtitle type='html'>This would be my blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>309</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-108646296357157756</id><published>2004-06-05T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T15:16:03.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For the love of god, why must I get sick now?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/108646296357157756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/108646296357157756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108646296357157756' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-108587076841659269</id><published>2004-05-29T18:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T18:46:08.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Because I've got nothing relevent or revealing to disclose, I thought I'd at least share some photos with you:Yonge &amp; Eglinton, south side facing east.IBM, Steeles &amp; Esna Park, MarkhamSt. Lawrence MarketSt. James CathedralRoyal Bank of Canada/TD Centre</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/108587076841659269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/108587076841659269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108587076841659269' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-108571901326628550</id><published>2004-05-28T00:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T00:36:53.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, guess what?  My birthday is coming up soon!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/108571901326628550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/108571901326628550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108571901326628550' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-108553356646854090</id><published>2004-05-25T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T21:06:06.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All Torontonians looking for something to do this weekend should turn their interests toward Doors Open.  It's free, it's fun, and it's historical.And most of all, I'll be snapping pics somewhere.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/108553356646854090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/108553356646854090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108553356646854090' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-108475503054542230</id><published>2004-05-16T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T20:50:30.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Only a Canadian band would ever write a song about The Trees.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/108475503054542230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/108475503054542230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108475503054542230' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-108406491705101987</id><published>2004-05-08T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T21:11:52.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's soundtrack is Carboot Soul by Nightmares on Wax.And that's all I have to discuss.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/108406491705101987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/108406491705101987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108406491705101987' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-108293470364962983</id><published>2004-04-25T19:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T19:14:46.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let me just say that "dating" can actually be fun and interesting.  I never knew that it could actually be this way, but hey.  It's all good right now. I have a big, fucking goofy grin on my face. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/108293470364962983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/108293470364962983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108293470364962983' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-10820802011430294</id><published>2004-04-15T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T21:52:53.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This must be a surprise to you, posting twice in one week and everything.  I'm listening to the prize from a Squarepusher goldmine I came across and I have my speakers as loud as my neighbours will tolerate for this hour.  They're not high fidelity, yet the sound is coming out that way, and so are some of my emotions.  Port Rhombus was the first Squarepusher albums my old friend Brandon </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/10820802011430294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/10820802011430294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#10820802011430294' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-10816282533960150</id><published>2004-04-10T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T16:20:20.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes, I'm still here although I'm neglecting things partially due to an existence elsewhere (catch me if you can!) due to it's community aspect.  I suppose though, that I should stop ignoring you, gentle reader and give you an update about what's new with me. Since travelling to Florida last month, I swindled my way back to train some new hires and hang out where it's warm for a couple of days.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/10816282533960150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/10816282533960150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#10816282533960150' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-107898328493653409</id><published>2004-03-11T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T00:37:01.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to quit my job and learn to surf, then teach others how to ride the waves for dollars.  South Florida is fucking amazing and as long as windchill isn't a factor there, I'll be willing to emigrate and be some homeless bum on the beach for the rest of my life.And if my plan fails, I'll become the Prime Minister of Cuba after Castro dies, Canada takes the country over and boots everything </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107898328493653409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107898328493653409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107898328493653409' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-107783831114286159</id><published>2004-02-26T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T18:33:54.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Frequently, BCE Place holds photo exhibitions and February has another one installed within The Allen Lambert Galleria (yes, that canopy has a name) presented by Dove titled Beyond Compare.  On a raised white platform, beyond gauzed privacy you will step into a rather modest collection of photography featuring women from around the world.  All ages and body types are featured, as are some themes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107783831114286159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107783831114286159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107783831114286159' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-107758470773143226</id><published>2004-02-23T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T20:07:08.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My ex is coming to Toronto.  Oh, oh, oh, oh...shit.  If I vow not to clean my apartment, that means I'm bound not to bring him back here, right?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107758470773143226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107758470773143226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107758470773143226' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-107706435759730015</id><published>2004-02-17T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T19:34:31.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I shouldn't have napped after coming home.  Even if I was cold.  It's made me feel ornery... after I thought  I was beyond that sort of emotional neediness.  I should have also eaten something other than schnitzel, as my stomach has put a bounty on my well-being.Tomorrow is going to be hellish.  Hellish.  Three meetings, some new contractors are in from Latin America and we've got an all-hands </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107706435759730015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107706435759730015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107706435759730015' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-107697536273053165</id><published>2004-02-16T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T18:51:15.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a while.  I've uh... been battling some demons, staying social and still spending money.  I have been good though, as I've been throwing mad cash at debt, which for the most part, is working.  I find that when I get my period, I get very depressed.  Even with iron supplements I get all ornery and weepy over silly things I have no control over.  Commercials, episodes of Scrubs, elderly</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107697536273053165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107697536273053165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107697536273053165' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-107635361695748142</id><published>2004-02-09T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T14:08:44.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi FYAD.  Did you enjoy yourselves at preschool today?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107635361695748142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107635361695748142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107635361695748142' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-107360337939561674</id><published>2004-01-08T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T18:10:53.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cold.  Subzero temps.  Windchill warnings.  Temps in the minus thirties tonight.  Guess who's sleeping in the oven?My employer has lifted their hiring freeze.  Guess who'll be asking to get off contract soon?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107360337939561674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107360337939561674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107360337939561674' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-107344336767287696</id><published>2004-01-06T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T21:43:59.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was notified today that I will be travelling to Chicago in June for not one, but two opportunities to play out.  First, is a return to WNUR under the wings of M50, and secondly for a show at Danny's.  Two monickers, dj_testosterone and elleinad... double your fun, respectively.  The flight to ORD is rediculously expensive for such a short ride and I am considering taking a few extra days off </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107344336767287696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107344336767287696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107344336767287696' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-107266000658606865</id><published>2003-12-28T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T20:08:17.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm A Rocker, I Rock Out.And I'm wearing the tee to prove it.My phone keeps ringing.  It's annoying me because I'm trying to save money and not go out to drink and party although people want me to.  And I'm getting heat for it.  But when you're throwing $600/week at bills and debt, there isn't much else to do really... And this feels very good.  Better than empty pockets and a hangover, that's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107266000658606865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107266000658606865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107266000658606865' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-107204237740309605</id><published>2003-12-21T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T16:33:53.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My desktop was finally resurrected, thanks to the generosity of my dear, sweet mother.  Without her, I'd still be cussing out my lack of OS but it's all good now.  So let's see...I finished my Christmas shopping today.  Held up a Best Buy... You're all getting computers from Santa, guaranteed.  Mom and Dad are getting a DVD player and my brother is getting some lovely T-Fal cookware that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107204237740309605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107204237740309605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107204237740309605' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-107149489137955859</id><published>2003-12-15T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T08:29:01.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Q107 played Bob &amp; Doug's '12 Days of Christmas' this morning and all I can hear in my mind is "A beer in a tree." Over and over.  This is a hint, of course to make like something coniferous and put beer in me, but not until much later. I think I am coming down with that horrible flu that is sweeping North America by storm.  The joints in my hands and feet ache and I've sneezed half a dozen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107149489137955859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107149489137955859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107149489137955859' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-107102769362438787</id><published>2003-12-09T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T22:49:00.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We went to Dave &amp; Buster's for food, pool, drinks and video games today.  I got paged during our team-building game of Skee-Ball but I did not respond to it until after we finished playing Daytona.I forgot my keys at the office and had to go back downtown in a mild panic, because at the time I did not really know where they were.  I knew there was a possibility that I had left them at work, but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107102769362438787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107102769362438787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107102769362438787' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-107059242933316444</id><published>2003-12-04T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T21:47:48.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Mixes Are Up.I thought that maybe my travel nightmares were over, but it turns out that I have more people to see next week.  Thankfully I'll be in the province for these visits, but I'll still need to do a fair bit of commuting to get there.  I hope my hosts at least buy me lunch, and I hope I stay somewhere other than a Motel Six next to Highway 401, or I may have to hang myself with a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107059242933316444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107059242933316444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107059242933316444' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-107049783100258622</id><published>2003-12-03T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T20:33:55.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jesus, I am so not ready for winter.  My mother is downright pissed off at me for not telling her my every move (goddamnit, I'm 28 years old.  I haven't lived under their roof for seven years.)  I make and she's cancelled Christmas on me like she does every fucking year.Issues.  Family.  Get over the fact that you are not always right, dear mother.  And stop holding grudges.  I can see through </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107049783100258622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107049783100258622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107049783100258622' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-107043236228763136</id><published>2003-12-03T01:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T01:20:00.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, so I posted about being thankful to be at home.  Turns out, I'm going to travel again tomorrow morning again... Sheesh.  I'll be home for dinner so I won't have to bring luggage or anything, but I'm beginning to wonder if I should change careers and be a flight attendant instead. I put two new mixes up this evening.  Please leech accordingly.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107043236228763136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107043236228763136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107043236228763136' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-107034065039684687</id><published>2003-12-01T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T23:51:27.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's no place like home.  *clicks heels*It's good to hear that after four days away, my neighbours upstairs and next door are still carrying on like fucktards and the jerks across the street are still revving their engines.Grits are disgusting, and my bed is still an object of hate, but I'm glad to be back. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107034065039684687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/107034065039684687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107034065039684687' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106988813427983886</id><published>2003-11-26T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T18:11:20.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wish my neighbours would use the telephone to get each other's attention instead of yelling between this building and the house next door.  given that it's wintery outside, there is a good chance people have their windows closed to hollering isn't going to do much good over the next few months unless it's the lady next door's mission to piss me off further. i should be doing laundry, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106988813427983886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106988813427983886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106988813427983886' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106968181239648171</id><published>2003-11-24T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T08:50:42.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sue and I just calculated the number of working hours this week and they are few.  Which is good.  I have presentations all day tomorrow, which hampers my plans to drink half a bottle of Aqua Velva tonight, but what can you do? I watched Office Space for the first time ever yesterday, which I can completely identify with.  It's made me more miserable though, since the personalities within my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106968181239648171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106968181239648171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106968181239648171' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106953918340741023</id><published>2003-11-22T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T17:13:31.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DramaSo, the Daniel saga continues and I have officially lost my patience.  I was out with Matt last night and was thinking about his profession.  He's a lawyer.  He's going to write the lad a letter and help me get the money and belongings back, hell or high water.  And he's waiving his fee for me. Dan did phone me, apoligizing again and again.  He mentioned he has a cashflow problem and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106953918340741023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106953918340741023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106953918340741023' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106942550226131551</id><published>2003-11-21T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T09:46:41.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It smells like ballsweat in my cubicle.  I am slightly worried that someone rubbed their testicles on my work surface but I see no pubes to support my suspicion.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106942550226131551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106942550226131551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106942550226131551' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106934642887123838</id><published>2003-11-20T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T11:40:54.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So tired.  So cranky.  Feeling so fat and greasy.  Ugh.  Can you guess what's coming?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106934642887123838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106934642887123838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106934642887123838' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106920552426565362</id><published>2003-11-18T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T22:32:01.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hooray, we're almost there.  To Friday anyway.I need some webspace.  About 100mb worth on a fast, reliable server.  For free.  You see, I have been uploading mixes almost daily and cycling work off at a rate faster than anyone can get files, which doesn't help for promotion or linkage.  I'd like to increase traffic, but unless I hold off uploading files regularly, my plan for internet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106920552426565362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106920552426565362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106920552426565362' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106900940298529800</id><published>2003-11-16T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T20:40:14.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hooray for dirty vodka martinis and manicures.    This weekend started off calmly and dove down into the depths of despair when we started sipping cider yesterday afternoon at 2.  It was smart to go for a drink, seeing as on Friday I stayed in and behaved myself.  It was not my intention to let things get out of control and continue being wasted until the wee hours, but my hangover confirms </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106900940298529800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106900940298529800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106900940298529800' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106878495470805704</id><published>2003-11-13T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T23:42:53.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is something memorable about being in a plane while landing in high winds that rocks violently until the last possible second.  We applauded the pilots.  I am glad to be home finally. My bruises are spectacular.  Maybe if I stop by my parents tomorrow, I'll scan my bicep and you can see them for yourself. I am lucky that I did not give myself a concussion, knock some teeth out or break a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106878495470805704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106878495470805704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106878495470805704' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106866278804286677</id><published>2003-11-12T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T13:46:25.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I wiped out in the shower this morning.  I was getting back in after grabbing some soap and lost my footing.  I smacked my forehead off the corner and went down while smacking my upper jaw on the rim of the bathtub and wrenching my arm on the floor.If I bruise, I am going to use the excuse that I didn't have dinner hot on the table but I really don't need a shiner.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106866278804286677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106866278804286677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106866278804286677' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106851088366675405</id><published>2003-11-10T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T21:44:21.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Toronto is on the brink of a new future.  One devoid of corrupt leadership, loose cannonry, death threats, garbage crises and leaders with Little Man syndrome.Goodbye Mel.  It's been a slice.I sat in a meeting from 8 this morning to close to 5 this afternoon.  My brain is mush from resisting isms and jargon and I've still got a ton to do before tomorrow.  This is the week that counts, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106851088366675405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106851088366675405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106851088366675405' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106839228081568565</id><published>2003-11-09T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T10:37:58.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dream Recap:- $12.50/worth of Canadian and US stamps purchased at the postal outlet in Commerce court- Being in Calgary reconciling w/Craig.  This will never happen.- Being lost in Pearson Int'l Airport (YYZ) and missing my flight.- Being lost in Vancouver.- Working at the Fox.  Fucking Daniel in the keg cooler.  Eep.- Losing my laptop at Niagara.Seems that travel is in my dreams.  And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106839228081568565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106839228081568565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106839228081568565' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106832718083086491</id><published>2003-11-08T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T20:57:58.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I don' t live in the most glamourous neighbourhood.  Working class, mostly and it's a lot like a small town here, even though we're within a city of millions.  Everyone in East York knows everyone else, or at least your friends.  The hangouts are full of kids you remember from public school, because nobody ever leaves this place.  We are cursed. We were at Whistlers last night.  Most of our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106832718083086491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106832718083086491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106832718083086491' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106822077071320409</id><published>2003-11-07T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T10:59:29.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why I never thought of bringing headphones to work before is beyond me, but since I've got them here now I can effectively tune everything out and concentrate on my work while bopping along to bass and rhythms.  I am in a much better mood because of it...I guess from comfort or something, but I am grateful.The sun is out today for the first time in weeks.  We are all sitting near the window </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106822077071320409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106822077071320409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106822077071320409' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106818033597706622</id><published>2003-11-06T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T23:50:39.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was tired today.  Work on two hours' sleep and a hangover is never fun.  I lashed out at a couple of coworkers in frustration for their blame pinning and childish work flinging at poor old me and they backed off.Here's to assertion.And here's an update for our collective deafness.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106818033597706622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106818033597706622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106818033597706622' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106799430833178802</id><published>2003-11-04T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T23:16:57.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I stayed at the office until nearly 7pm this evening, before I fled.  The fog outside is at ground level and it was nice to have a few feet of misty privacy to myself, even if the wind is as cold as my heart can sometimes be.   I will have to scold the Calgarian on my team for bringing the cold weather with him.This work madness is finally coming to a head, which means that although there will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106799430833178802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106799430833178802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106799430833178802' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106791901562239442</id><published>2003-11-03T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T00:06:42.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cheese4lyfe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106791901562239442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106791901562239442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106791901562239442' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106787584066446500</id><published>2003-11-03T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T11:10:39.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a knot the size of a bowling ball in my stomach and it's resting against the ulcer that's forming down there.  For the next three weeks, I will be in high gear redline mode with little room to slow down.  Already the stress is beginning to show... where my pants are starting to sit on my hips and people are asking me if I'm eating properly. I'm not, but still... a diet of carbs and yeast</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106787584066446500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106787584066446500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106787584066446500' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106781447136687717</id><published>2003-11-02T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T18:07:50.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh my motherfuckin' god.i have a gig on new years eve.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106781447136687717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106781447136687717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106781447136687717' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106778862828832446</id><published>2003-11-02T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T10:57:06.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm easy like Sunday morning.God, this rainy day shit is nice.  All I want to do is sleep and listen to tires on wet pavement, but I am on a mission today to return the massive stack of empty bottles in my hall (Yes, I'm aware that I live next to The Beer Store) as well as Jacqui's.  We did girly things yesterday.  I'd never been into a nail shop before and since she needed a fill, I decided </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106778862828832446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106778862828832446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106778862828832446' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106755901646214667</id><published>2003-10-30T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T21:36:28.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another Mix UpSo, I worry a hell of a lot about things way out of my control.  You know this.  I know this.  I also know that everything works out in the end for the best.  I am not a believer in fate, but I do believe that everything always falls into place.  This is a mental note to myself to calm the fuck down about things right now.Right.  So.  In an effort to relax, I walked from the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106755901646214667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106755901646214667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106755901646214667' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106746377433320238</id><published>2003-10-29T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T20:28:46.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New MixI think that because I got a raise (yaay) it is now open season on my personal time, because there doesn't seem to be any left.  A lot of things are spiralling out of control into hell and beyond and I will be living at the office until further notice. When not at the office, you can find me at home, online, working and dissolving my liver.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106746377433320238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106746377433320238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106746377433320238' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106728464831453716</id><published>2003-10-27T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T14:57:28.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In celebration of life and myself, I treated myself to perfume this morning.  Never again will I go to the bank while feeling impulsive, but dammit I smell nice now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106728464831453716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106728464831453716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106728464831453716' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106721040067485480</id><published>2003-10-26T18:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T18:20:00.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A whirlwind of time passed since Friday afternoon and I require another two days off work to recover, or um... perhaps do it all over again.  Not partying my face off on Friday made alert and ready to go hard last night, and boy I did. It started from when we went to The Fox for lunch, and ended at The Winchester sometime close to last call.  Given that we gained an hour of party last night, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106721040067485480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106721040067485480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106721040067485480' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106713048101433229</id><published>2003-10-25T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T21:08:00.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Usually, Jac wakes me up at 9 on Saturdays but I was awake and not hung this morning so we went for a fantatsic breakfast at The Only Cafe and then took Eglinton to the airport to pick her parents up.The rest of my day was hazy and uh, I'm about to make it even hazier but hell... well, I'm carving pumpykins tomorrow for the first time EVER, so what the hell.  Right?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106713048101433229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106713048101433229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106713048101433229' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106688086283423808</id><published>2003-10-22T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T23:47:42.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This one goes out to all the 416/905ers out there: http://www.cydonian.com/gallery/Even if you don't live in the GTA but appreciate abandoned spaces, please click.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106688086283423808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106688086283423808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106688086283423808' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106678512099838559</id><published>2003-10-21T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T23:34:57.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a new mix is up.  • First best friend: Nicole.  She lived next door.• First real memory of something: Being pulled in a sled through snow.• First Job: Page - Multilingual Dept., East York Public Library• First self purchased album: A Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Taste.• First funeral: my grandmother's.• First pets: Dwarf rabbits, Thumper and Marshmallow.• First piercing/tattoo: Earlobes, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106678512099838559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106678512099838559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106678512099838559' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106675784870392875</id><published>2003-10-21T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T13:37:28.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At 4pm sharp I'll assume my position,Face down, ass up, errors in admission.My clients are mad at my boss and myself,I may as well put my job on the shelf.I'll take this call and admit my mistakesbut my poor rosebud, when finished will ache.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106675784870392875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106675784870392875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106675784870392875' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106674303859818899</id><published>2003-10-21T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T09:30:38.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It keeps getting funnier, this boy drama.  Apparently I walked out on our date during dinner.  Funny how I paid the fucking bill that night though...  Anyway, enough.I slept terribly last night.  Woke up sometime around 4:30 to the sound of thunder way off in the distance, and I sort of laid there listening to it approach from far away.  I wasn't able to see lightning anywhere and was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106674303859818899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106674303859818899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106674303859818899' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106658620787762842</id><published>2003-10-19T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T14:11:03.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dev's message of concern has me wondering if everyone here thinks I'm a miserable coot of a whiner.  I mean, I am, but sometimes I'll smile, expose my creaky sense of t&amp;a humour, but most of the time I'm just the one observing and thinking things.  This has been the week of observation, I suppose...  I'm alright, I promise.Friday was considerably better than I originally expected it to be.  We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106658620787762842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106658620787762842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106658620787762842' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106639766202855075</id><published>2003-10-17T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T09:59:34.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm bitter this morning, which really isn't surprising since I have got to be ranked up with the world's most miserable people anyway.  I slept in and weighed the option of working from home quite heavily until I remembered that I left all of my notes, cheat sheets and paperwork here at the office and would be even more useless than normal if I stayed home.  Plus, if you can believe it, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106639766202855075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106639766202855075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106639766202855075' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106631198496203782</id><published>2003-10-16T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T09:46:24.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you were an indifferent person and committed to a lunch engagement with someone you're sort of interested in, where would you eat?  I'm thinking I'd like a nice chicken sangwich from the St. Lawrence market, as Daniel doesn't seem like the type who wants to shmooze with the martinis-for-lunch crowd.  I know I'm not.  But then, I'm indifferent. My workload for today is really, really light </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106631198496203782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106631198496203782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106631198496203782' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106624061546167249</id><published>2003-10-15T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T13:56:55.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm watching the weirdest whitecap formations on the lake in lieu of doing work.  Sat in meetings this morning, had some borderline disgusting sushi for lunch (I do not like mysterious fish with skin) and now I am sipping tea.  Feet up and techno on.My eyelids are heavy.  My fault really, since I went to bed at 1 or an equally obscene hour, but I made it here in time for my 8am meeting with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106624061546167249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106624061546167249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106624061546167249' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106618374142982244</id><published>2003-10-14T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T22:09:01.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I uploaded a new mix this evening.  I didn't rehearse it and I fucked up toward the end and then fucked it up again at the end but cut me some slack... I've got no mouse.Um... I also did the dishes, made myself dinner and got substantially soaked in the rain when I went out to Pape not too long ago.  My jacket is drip-drying in the shower.  My polyester pants are in the laundry heap.  My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106618374142982244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106618374142982244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106618374142982244' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106598235310384713</id><published>2003-10-12T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T14:12:33.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, um..hm.  The Leafs lost without dignity, but that's alright.  I need to not be so defensive, or indifferent next time or if I see Daniel again, because it was kind of awkward for most of the evening.He told me I need to relax.  I agree.  I just don't know how.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106598235310384713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106598235310384713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106598235310384713' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106581238042782198</id><published>2003-10-10T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T14:59:40.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reason #4321.2 why Canada is a better place than America to live: Thanksgiving in October.  Hooray for long weekends, hooray for turkey farts and hooray for Hockey.I am quite giddy today.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106581238042782198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106581238042782198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106581238042782198' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106565570945443478</id><published>2003-10-08T19:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T20:00:51.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>/me sings the Hockey Night in Canada theme.I don't care if dusk has barely covered the city in twilight.  I'm bloody tired and thinking about bed.  Hell, I'm already in bed now but can't quite bring myself to crash just yet.  I can still hear kids playing outside for god's sake. I need to cuddle.  A - Act your age - 28B - Boyfriend - n/aC - Chore you hate - vacuumingD - Dad's name - Dad</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106565570945443478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106565570945443478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106565570945443478' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106556666388560997</id><published>2003-10-07T18:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T18:44:23.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>According to Jacqui's sister, I've had an admirer for quite some time.  According to the bartender where he works,  this is true.  So, I left my card yesterday and arrived home to some voicemail and it seems I may have plans for this weekend.  I can just see it..."So, what're you into?""Me?  Umm... well, I really like webcomics, warez and pr0n.""pr0n?""LOL u 1 2 fax?"...and no doubt, a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106556666388560997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106556666388560997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106556666388560997' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106539502142998223</id><published>2003-10-05T19:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T19:03:41.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New mixes are up.  Leech, dance and enjoy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106539502142998223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106539502142998223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106539502142998223' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106529743642307544</id><published>2003-10-04T15:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T19:06:40.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been busy with work.  Actually, I will be busy with work for a while.  Maybe indefinately (wtf?) and I'm stressing out over it a lot, so I need to remember that everything will be alright as long as I remember to relax a little and sleep.  Jacqui and I went to a new breakfast haunt this morning.  It's not the type of place you could roll in to after a long night of debauchery in search </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106529743642307544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106529743642307544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106529743642307544' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106504003709352854</id><published>2003-10-01T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T16:27:17.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am wholly frustrated with the lovely presentation of my fiscal year 2004 objectives and key metrics which is scheduled to be delivered tomorrow morning.  I am praying to whatever sliver of luck that life has for me that somehow, I will not be slated to present my pathetic goals first, as it is my aim to be a sponge during the delivery from the rest of my team.  I will work from their answers.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106504003709352854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106504003709352854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106504003709352854' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106487343933052041</id><published>2003-09-29T18:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T18:10:39.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am a sucker for 70s and 80s pop music.  Easy listening stuff like Hall and Oates, Foreigner and Bread.  I've had Ace's "How Long" stuck in my head all afternoon and am currently getting my fix while hammering out isms that I hope will be satisfactory for Thursday and Friday's labourious meetings with the new bossman.  Rogue is a wonderful game to play during meetings, by the way.  It sort of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106487343933052041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106487343933052041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106487343933052041' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106461562115415551</id><published>2003-09-26T18:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T18:33:40.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I must say that I have the most uninteresting weekend ever ahead of me.  I'll be working on my FY04 plan in preparation for next week's marathon of meeting after meeting after meeting that I hope will at least get me a free lunch or something.  I am not sure what I'll be declaring in terms of my goals or roadblocks, but I'll be sleeping on a corporate thesaurus so that I can put together a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106461562115415551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106461562115415551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106461562115415551' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106442835654403859</id><published>2003-09-24T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T14:32:36.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I still feel like ass, but really what can I do?  I think my fever has broken, which is great since I was concerned about where I'd have to go tomorrow if it didn't.  For now, I am just gathering pity from anyone who wishes to deliver it and I'm sneezing on every communal surface possible.  I hope everyone here gets itchy ears.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106442835654403859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106442835654403859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106442835654403859' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106426456955339256</id><published>2003-09-22T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T17:02:49.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*sniff*I'm officially congested and possibly coming down with my first cold in about two years.  My bones are achy and I'm shivering, but it's really a cold.  I swear.  I can't find my thermometer so it's only going to be a cold, not a flu.  Noooot a flu.  Nuh uh.It's been rainy and miserable all day and I wasn't the only one who remarked that the city looked wintry.  My coworkers from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106426456955339256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106426456955339256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106426456955339256' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106415579928332884</id><published>2003-09-21T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T10:49:58.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My hamstrings hurt.  Both of them and I'm not sure why.  My right wrist is also stiff and my sinuses are stuffy, so I sound like a pug when I breathe through my nose.  I am craving a garlicky Lick's Natureburger but don't feel much like trekking out to Yonge and Eg. today so I will wait until tomorrow and perhaps go out there for lunch, instead of sitting with the ladies who do nothing much else </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106415579928332884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106415579928332884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106415579928332884' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106405522985826992</id><published>2003-09-20T06:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T10:32:51.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aleksandar ilievski &lt;3Here's to people barfing off sixth floor balconies (not me), techno and watching the skies get light.  It's time for bed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106405522985826992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106405522985826992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106405522985826992' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106384182512394349</id><published>2003-09-17T19:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T19:37:04.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jacqui and I met up last night after I finished working the Tech Data show at the ACC.  We did a bit of cruising on The Danforth for a place to go and gab for a while, and ended up at The Fox near Pape for the sake of consistency.  Most Torontonians are familliar with the chain of Firkin establishments, and if you're not...well um, think of English pub with cleaner carpets and marginally better </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106384182512394349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106384182512394349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106384182512394349' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106366630882604823</id><published>2003-09-15T18:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T20:42:07.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We worked until after 5 this afternoon, which is totally unheard of on a Monday but alas- when the office is empty and so our efforts went unnoticed.  I hope that the bossman notes the timestamps on my emails for I could use a little rubbing behind the ears, if not- a pay increase.I need to stop whining about work, I think.   On the frivolous front, I bought two pairs of pants and two blouses</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106366630882604823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106366630882604823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106366630882604823' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106363287072612391</id><published>2003-09-15T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T09:34:30.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, Monday.  The day where all of the hate and fear of avoidance is compounded into a tight ball of reality and set loose upon office environments everywhere.  My shitlist is long and spares no one, and IT and I have already lit some fires this morning... It's not even 10 yet.  I am testing databases this morning and I somehow don't think that it's professional of me to respond to the development</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106363287072612391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106363287072612391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106363287072612391' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106355879775614802</id><published>2003-09-14T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T12:59:57.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wonder if leaving polite notes on doors asking them to keep it down on Sunday mornings is too rude or too much to ask from my neighbours.  I don't know what else to do other than stick my head out the window and scream at them, but I don't want to raise my voice.  I should take up bagpiping.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106355879775614802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106355879775614802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106355879775614802' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106332150202655309</id><published>2003-09-11T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T21:31:37.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My neighbours are pissing me off with idle whining and complaints as usual.  I'm almost looking forward to the days when it will be too cold to sit outside and gossip about the neighbours.  It's getting tedious to hear them talk about the same things at the exact same time for a couple of consecutive days. uh.. i should get out more often.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106332150202655309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106332150202655309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106332150202655309' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106330337597577192</id><published>2003-09-11T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T14:02:55.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Idiot of the day:  I can't believe you asked me if we'd service your Nortel gear.Sorry.heh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106330337597577192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106330337597577192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106330337597577192' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106320324858234668</id><published>2003-09-10T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T10:14:08.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...Well, the good news is that my contract has officially been extended for another year.  The bad news is that I have to map out exactly what it is I do, which could prove to be difficult.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106320324858234668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106320324858234668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106320324858234668' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106314792667335450</id><published>2003-09-09T18:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T18:52:06.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>want.  not need.  not yet.i wonder where this will go, if anywhere.if ever.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106314792667335450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106314792667335450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106314792667335450' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106305605305770423</id><published>2003-09-08T17:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T22:30:11.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In honour of Doug Gilmour's retirement announcement, I will be deep throating a Bubba while humming the theme to Hockey Night in Canada (I knew I had to save it for something special!) between sobs of desolation and fear for the future.http://canada.com/sports/story.html?id=081B91D6-6BD7-4894-B09C-430E1D0CC74D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106305605305770423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106305605305770423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106305605305770423' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106303574840792681</id><published>2003-09-08T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T11:42:28.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More than usual, I am distracted from my work.  Off thinking about other things, other places and other people that unfortunately for my employer, are much more interesting for my mind to occupuy its cycles on than figuring out why the hell a bunch of pricing is all messed up.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106303574840792681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106303574840792681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106303574840792681' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106294040505077485</id><published>2003-09-07T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T09:13:25.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...not much to declare about today except  maybe that this weekend has left me severely sore and damaged.  Jacqui and I totally ripped things up on Friday night after inviting some boyzzzzzzzz to sit with us at Brass Taps and the party ended at 3 yesterday afternoon.  So much for quick drinks and an early night.  I have learned one thing though.  If someone wants to hug you and there really isn't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106294040505077485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106294040505077485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106294040505077485' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106271980727440495</id><published>2003-09-04T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T19:56:47.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay Everyone, Please Stop Thinking(Britney) Spears: "I think we should just trust our president in every decision that he makes and we should just support that." I am going to buy all of her music tomorrow as I have found myself a new role model in life.  Why I never noticed Britney's intelligence before is beyond me, but that's probably because I am dumb and walk around with blinders on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106271980727440495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106271980727440495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106271980727440495' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106262587753124507</id><published>2003-09-03T17:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T17:52:07.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wish to extend my most polite thanks to the people at Rogers Cablesystems who felt it would be convenient for me to receive billing for my internet and cellular service on one bill.  I appreciate receiving one monsterous bill per month versus two manageable ones billed on separate weeks, but what I really appreciate is the $35 charge for amalgamating my billing.  I did not consent to this, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106262587753124507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106262587753124507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106262587753124507' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106259523384779983</id><published>2003-09-03T09:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T09:20:33.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am thinking... I should bring one of the gravity pots of coffee from the kitchen to my desk, and refill my mug as often as necessary. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106259523384779983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106259523384779983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106259523384779983' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106251660267955521</id><published>2003-09-02T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T11:30:02.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>X_XSo it's not Monday like I keep thinking it is... It's actually Tuesday.  Imagine that.  My hours have been submitted, so that I can upright my absolutely pathetic financial situation into something manageable and can eat things other than oranges and ramen for a change.  As predicted, I am sick of the nooies already although it's not Wednesday yet.I am trying my hardest to work, but all I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106251660267955521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106251660267955521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106251660267955521' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106228990951741957</id><published>2003-08-30T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T20:31:49.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In my infinate end-of-month poverty, I am eating ramen and not a whole lot else, unless offered up by anyone generous enough to feed the poor.  Therefore, I am calling tender to ramen recipes and variations on the foodstuff that costs $0.22/serving as I feel that by next Wednesday night, I'll be very tired of the stuff.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106228990951741957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106228990951741957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106228990951741957' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106207545398921016</id><published>2003-08-28T08:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T08:57:33.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My PC could not be revived and is now sitting in the hallway, dissected and ready to be put out in the trash.  Woe.  Pain.  Suffering.I am wearing black.  For real.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106207545398921016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106207545398921016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106207545398921016' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106198953822294470</id><published>2003-08-27T09:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T09:05:38.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is not a nicer way to start your morning than with the fresh smell of a processor meltdown.  I hope my neighbours enjoyed it as much as I did, for it interrupted a pretty hot sex dream as well.Does anyone want to paypal me a few hundred dollars?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106198953822294470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106198953822294470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106198953822294470' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106192211915506049</id><published>2003-08-26T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T14:21:59.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I considered posting about Chicago, but figured that it's best left shared as a memory between the parties involved versus spilling every single detail here.  After all, who wants to feel left out of a good time?  Certainly not you, right?Anyway, I'm too busy with catching up on work to write anything vaguely interesting.  I keep getting calls from dickheads who could not be bothered to listen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106192211915506049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106192211915506049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106192211915506049' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106175203634907008</id><published>2003-08-24T15:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T15:07:16.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's true.  I touched Felix Da Housecat.More on that later!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106175203634907008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106175203634907008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106175203634907008' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106150548155112894</id><published>2003-08-21T18:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T18:38:01.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Part of me expects the power to drop again tonight since it's so motherfucking hot both outside and in my apartment.  I'm currently without vestments, as I am off duty and because every inch of my body is sweating buckets.I am alternating glasses of water with bottles of La Fin Du Monde, which should make me feel like a million pesos before three (damn triple fermented beer, bless you Quebec) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106150548155112894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106150548155112894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106150548155112894' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106146933280366924</id><published>2003-08-21T08:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T08:35:32.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Up here in the office in the sky we are sitting in the dark to help conserve power.  There is no air conditioning and the temperature is expected to climb to above 32°C, plus humidex which brings us up to about 40°C, which is fucking hot for all you imperial measurers. I've got a fuckton (love that word) of work to do this morning as my email server was out since Monday and I have to run a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106146933280366924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106146933280366924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106146933280366924' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106142443116570291</id><published>2003-08-20T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T20:19:52.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Contrary to what happens when I'm completely loaded, I really do not like to expose myself and this was difficult for me to write here.  My ex, Craig pokes fun at me for being completely overanalytical of every situation.  He says the hamsters in my mind would one day wear out the wheels they run non-stop on and for a while I used to think he was mocking me but I know better now.  I often think</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106142443116570291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106142443116570291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106142443116570291' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106130704758133912</id><published>2003-08-19T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T11:31:21.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah Mel.  That's a nice tie.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106130704758133912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106130704758133912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106130704758133912' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106125009819062984</id><published>2003-08-18T19:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T19:41:38.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I realise that all non-essential services have been cut due to the power outages, but I never thought that the libraries would be shut down along with everything else.  Disappointed, I left S. Walter Stewart with a craving for knowledge cursing myself for not living in an area with a bookstore where it's acceptable to read and not buy.Since I have not been getting nearly enough sleep lately I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106125009819062984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106125009819062984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106125009819062984' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106121574275635651</id><published>2003-08-18T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T10:09:02.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An unscheduled day off makes for a nice long weekend as well as a chaotic reentry to the office's atmosphere. I have a lot of work to do but unfortunately my apathy meter is redlined so I'll be avoiding my voice mail and pager as much as possible in favour of staring blankly at the textured fabric of my cube. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106121574275635651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106121574275635651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106121574275635651' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106116172770248043</id><published>2003-08-17T19:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T19:08:47.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I ate a full cucumber today.  Please keep your minds out of the gutter.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106116172770248043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106116172770248043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106116172770248043' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106108996301817907</id><published>2003-08-16T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T23:12:43.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*yawn*It's been a crazy couple of days, with me not getting much sleep and then being slipped into the dark off and on since then.  The city is reporting rolling outages as the power utility brings everyone back up online still and I had to wait in line at The Beer Store yesterday because the store near me was the only one open in a 20km radius.  It's good to see There are some amazing pics </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106108996301817907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106108996301817907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106108996301817907' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082615.post-106084340091335292</id><published>2003-08-14T02:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T03:36:30.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Does anyone feel like going to Delaware in October???</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106084340091335292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082615/posts/default/106084340091335292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eller.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106084340091335292' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
