<?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-3551736</id><updated>2011-07-14T17:48:40.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Which</title><subtitle type='html'>In Which... discussion of anime and video games proceeds apace.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>544</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-110583207876516228</id><published>2005-01-15T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T15:34:38.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Livejournal's Not Been Doing So Well Recently, Now Has It?Tonight I sang a baby girl to sleep with the Hymn of the Fayth twice. In neither case was the baby girl Siobhan, oddly enough.Also, the day before yesterday, I finally got some more writing done! However, I don't know how much of an audience there is for Lanni/Almenten Gameverse smut.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/110583207876516228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/110583207876516228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110583207876516228' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-107171287076134406</id><published>2003-12-17T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T18:02:24.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Saw Return of the King! I Saw Return of the King! I Saw Return of the King!I have just one thing to say. One thing that is spoiler free, anyway. Samwise is my hero.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/107171287076134406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/107171287076134406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107171287076134406' title=''/><author><name>Squeemu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822163109302528933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106978287977946595</id><published>2003-11-25T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T09:57:07.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"If Any Of My Circuits Or Gears Will Help, I'll Gladly Donate Them..."Conversation with Mom today about organ donation:"You have to talk to the school you're going to donate to. They won't take your brain unless you got a 90 average.""Yes, well, it seems to me that a 90 is pretty arbitrary. A 90 is whatever the teacher decides is a 90. I don't know why they even bother using percentages!""</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106978287977946595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106978287977946595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106978287977946595' title=''/><author><name>Baconfat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231854871114710266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106943090607142454</id><published>2003-11-21T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T08:09:04.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm. Something I Forgot...The Tape only post! Yes, despite the crossposting, you won't see this on Livejournal! ...this doesn't make it any more interesting, though.The half-hearted musing on sexual politics below made me realise something. In my pet fandom (wonderful, lovely pet fandom... I still hold firmly that Utena is scientifically provable as the best anime ever, and I'd like to also </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106943090607142454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106943090607142454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106943090607142454' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106942858674215029</id><published>2003-11-21T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T08:18:44.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EREMENTO! KATACULYSUMOSU! / Been Thinkin' A Lot Today...I have every intent to crosspost this to my livejournal. So, if you've already seen it there, there's nothing new here. I didn't even change much about this introduction. The title comes from, variously: Utena's Allegory, Allegory-er, Allegory-est, which is a really weird name for a song but a perfectly normal name for a Duel Chorus, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106942858674215029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106942858674215029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106942858674215029' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106921239891434502</id><published>2003-11-18T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T19:27:13.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like Two Trippy Peas In A Far Out PodWhy? Because I enjoyed the Scooby Doo movie, and thought that line was hilarious.I'm hoping to get around to finally watching the final episodes of DBZ sometime soon, and because of that I've been thinking a bit about some of my favourite moments and scenes and episodes and fights. I got to thinking about some of the similarities between Seifer and Vegeta,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106921239891434502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106921239891434502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106921239891434502' title=''/><author><name>Baconfat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231854871114710266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106845773118854736</id><published>2003-11-10T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T01:49:33.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tumbleweeeeeeed...Well, you tell me what sound effects tumbleweed makes.At any rate... I would have posted this on LJ, but LJ is read only for a while. So I'm posting it here.(clears throat)World, I'm thrilled that you're giving me a new social life. I love the idea of going places with new friends and meeting old friends more often.I like that you're pushing me to develop my old </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106845773118854736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106845773118854736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106845773118854736' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106815495635077352</id><published>2003-11-06T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T13:42:54.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nothing To See HereI saw Revolutions I saw Revolutions I saw Revolutions!Also, Squeem and I are off to Egypt, as bizarre as that sounds. So go see Patrick at his livejournal. For the next ten days or so,  The Tape is tumbleweed city.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106815495635077352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106815495635077352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106815495635077352' title=''/><author><name>Baconfat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231854871114710266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106769475098739314</id><published>2003-11-01T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T05:52:42.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Regretfully, I No Longer ExistFor the rest of the month, I will probably be all about NaNoWriMo, all the time. That means I'll be over here, rather than on this blog.So, for the next thirty days, we'll be showing the Squeemu and Baconfat show. Programmes at the door.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106769475098739314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106769475098739314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106769475098739314' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106736083772636258</id><published>2003-10-28T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T09:07:24.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Am SuperhumanAt least, I hope I am.The evidence for is that I just produced four pieces of unique feedback, and three pieces of unique feedback-to-feedback, even though I'm really atrocious at both and get the distinct impression that because I talked, the other person will immediately become offended and petition to have me banned from fandom as a whole.Still, no banning yet.The reason</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106736083772636258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106736083772636258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106736083772636258' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106724734911025797</id><published>2003-10-27T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T01:40:41.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Second Mood Swing Later: Back In The Saddle!Last night I wrote a drabble for the utenadrabble community, suffered a panic attack about how omg it wasn't nearly good enough for anyone's tastes, stayed up for a while and then went to bed in the very early hours of the morning. Tonight, I intend to make a CD.I wrote Ruka. I never wrote Ruka in my life - never even got any ideas for him. But, I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106724734911025797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106724734911025797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106724734911025797' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106717672697750817</id><published>2003-10-26T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T06:23:07.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>But He Just Posted A LiveJournal Thing With The Mood "Bouncy"!Well.I'm not too sure if this is a good idea, and I'll probably delete this entry before I post it (if you're reading this, I haven't deleted it), but I was incited to post my personal angst on the blog. So... er... personal angst away, I suppose.On and off, as of late, I've been feeling... not the man I should be. Like there's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106717672697750817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106717672697750817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106717672697750817' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106709737111325883</id><published>2003-10-25T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T08:56:14.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fear My Swords Of Revealing Light!I apparently have to post, so that other people's posts can show up.So, Intolerable Cruelty was a really good movie.And people who review it just by saying, "the title was appropriate"; I'd like to point out that this is not just because I disagree with you, but that wasn't even very funny to start with.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106709737111325883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106709737111325883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106709737111325883' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106709472833665798</id><published>2003-10-25T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T08:17:00.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If he's dying them I'm Haunted!I too just managed to pop out a little AMV I like to call "Haunted".I think I like to call it Haunted because that's the title of the music I used for it.  It's an AMV for the Hellsing series (mainly the first episode, but there's still a fair bit from later episodes, especially episode 6) done to the track "Haunted" by Evanescence.If anyone wants, I'll send them</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106709472833665798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106709472833665798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106709472833665798' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164416810823961318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106694099131554602</id><published>2003-10-23T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T13:29:51.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And He Thinks HE'S Dying?I just finished my first AMV. VAST's "I'm Dying", to Revolutionary Girl Utena. It's not currently up anywhere, because I can't access my Kadrin webspace (which has got to change before too long) and I don't really know where else I could put it, though the fact that it's 6 AM and I just spent six hours making an AMV could have something to do with my lack of intuitive </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106694099131554602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106694099131554602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106694099131554602' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106662343082705498</id><published>2003-10-19T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T21:17:42.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Linked To You, Our Wrists Tied By Network Cable...I am now accessing the Internet through a networked computer that's in the next room.This is just weird.These days, MSN conversations include Matt telling me that he's got a new AMV, and instead of telling me to fire up Kazaa Lite, tells me which folder it's in. I send him an MSN message saying I'm going to get a drink, and ask if he'd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106662343082705498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106662343082705498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106662343082705498' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106626252425103534</id><published>2003-10-15T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T17:05:15.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Bloodless DefeatThis entry is vaguely tangentially related to Baco's Silent Hill posting! ...In that both of them mention blood.Well, Baco's doesn't actually mention blood.Maybe it indirectly mentions blood?...This entry isn't related to anything.One of the anime on my Currently Watching list is a story of asssassins and the other assassins that don't love them very much, called Noir.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106626252425103534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106626252425103534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106626252425103534' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106618780633111278</id><published>2003-10-14T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T20:19:00.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If You Hadn't Met Me, I'd Be Fine On My OwnI really like You're Not Here, the song that plays during the opening video of Silent Hill 3. The only weird thing about it is that every time I watch the video, the one part that jumps out at me is where they show a clip of Heather shooting a big gross demony thing -- to the sound of these lyrics: "Love was never meant to be such a crazy affair!"It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106618780633111278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106618780633111278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106618780633111278' title=''/><author><name>Baconfat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231854871114710266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106615807344279152</id><published>2003-10-14T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T12:01:45.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Crushing Your Head! I'm Crushing Your Head!If you get that reference, you'll also get this one: We are all sausages!So. Finished Silent Hill 3, and I have to say, I'm a little disappointed. A return to the insane-o storyline of the first game, with less quality creeping-out. Now, I know I've complained before about the Silent Hill storylines being really, really hard  to understand, so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106615807344279152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106615807344279152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106615807344279152' title=''/><author><name>Baconfat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231854871114710266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106614086167174864</id><published>2003-10-14T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T07:15:16.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Breakfast Burrito Is Congealing Rapidly......so I will be brief.Fanfic authors of the world? Stockholm Syndrome is not a good thing. Kthxbye.Rufus Wainwright's Evil Angel creeps me right out. I mean, normally the man sings beautifully about love and such over a single piano (though I'll admit I haven't heard much of his besides the beautiful, beautiful Hallelujah and a few assorted other</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106614086167174864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106614086167174864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106614086167174864' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106601618587646893</id><published>2003-10-12T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T20:36:59.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chairman Of The BoringI've spent the last few days being sick, playing a rented copy of Silent Hill 3 and eating ice cream, because nothing cures a nasty bout of the flu like a combination of gut-wrenching horror and President's Choice Chocolate Fudge Crackle. My throat feels like it's been scraped raw, and since whatever horrid disease has taken control of my throat and sinuses laughs in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106601618587646893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106601618587646893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106601618587646893' title=''/><author><name>Baconfat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231854871114710266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106587891067619813</id><published>2003-10-11T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T06:28:30.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Appropriate!I was taking one of those Internet personality test things today (INFP, Questor, I kind of knew that already).During the test, I found that - in my opinion - a lot of the questions were just earlier questions slightly reworded, and I started getting a little irritated about it. After answering one of them and starting to rant at the test out loud, I got to this question.34) I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106587891067619813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106587891067619813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106587891067619813' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106578266458042684</id><published>2003-10-10T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T03:44:24.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Promise You Won't Hear About This AgainMuch.Anyway. Today I withdrew from my university course. Again.Gragh offended pride. Why can't I do this?As promised, no more personal angst after this, but still.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106578266458042684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106578266458042684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106578266458042684' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106544228393720281</id><published>2003-10-06T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T05:23:31.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>20X6!!!The reason for the title should be obvious, considering all the other titles I've used for the Challenges.Clockwork AngelThe boy was ridiculosuly young, Thaernoth considered. Small, black hair, muscled as any Thaern... he might have reminded Thaernoth of himself at that age, if Thaernoth could remember himself at that age. The soft black Thaern clothes he wore suited him well, and it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106544228393720281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106544228393720281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106544228393720281' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106543843730750952</id><published>2003-10-06T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T04:07:17.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Humming The Music Just Isn't The SameAnd also very hard to make a title from.At any rate, we have now unlocked all of the songs on our local DDR machine, after there was a scratch on the disc that required the machine to be completely reset, forcing us to use a code to go from 7 unlocks to all 31. (Oh, poor us.) And...I passed MaxX Unlimited.Granted, it was on Light, but that's a six foot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106543843730750952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106543843730750952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106543843730750952' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106526071435208240</id><published>2003-10-04T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T02:45:13.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gratuitous Movie Related PostI saw Adolescence Mokushiroku I saw Adolescence Mokushiroku I saw Adolescence Mokushiroku!......well, I was excited.Adolescence Mokushiroku is, of course, the Utena movie. I have noticed, in my long career of anime watching, that an anime movie will seemingly always make less sense than an anime series. With a series as bizarre, symbolic, and at times </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106526071435208240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106526071435208240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106526071435208240' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106522688522830267</id><published>2003-10-03T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T17:21:25.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Brief Rant On BabiesAttention, Pit of Voles:Zell does not tack a "baby" on to every single freaking sentence. He says it maybe ten times in the whole game. Observe:"We got our own rooms, baby!" -- to Squall, on Disc 1"A transcontinental railroad, baby!" -- to Squall, on Disc 1"Psyche yourself up, baby!" -- to no one in particular, on Disc 1(It's up to me, baby!) -- in his mind, on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106522688522830267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106522688522830267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106522688522830267' title=''/><author><name>Baconfat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231854871114710266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106510903543838542</id><published>2003-10-02T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T08:37:15.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ARE YOU ASKING FOR A CHALLENGE!?Challenge page updated. Like, a lot.If you don't see your Challenge on that page, you're either not a member of the Trapezoid (in which case, we'd like to see your results anyway!), or I've completely forgotten about it. Please point me where it is.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106510903543838542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106510903543838542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106510903543838542' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106499015240665842</id><published>2003-09-30T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T23:35:52.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOE!I have an ISU coming up, for which I have to read two tragic novels. Anybody have a recommendation? Or two?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106499015240665842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106499015240665842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106499015240665842' title=''/><author><name>Baconfat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231854871114710266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106495576158123681</id><published>2003-09-30T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T19:27:14.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>George Bush Wants YOU!That'd be a quote from Three Kings, which is really an awesome movie. I bring this up because I just rewatched it, and also because, as previously stated, it's really awesome. Considering the subject matter, I ought to have some comments on the Gulf War, or the American government, or at the very least unusual cinematography, but since I am me, I'll just comment that one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106495576158123681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106495576158123681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106495576158123681' title=''/><author><name>Baconfat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231854871114710266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106494506864706087</id><published>2003-09-30T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T11:04:28.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...That Something Wasn't Right Here?This blog post, particularly the title, brought to you by Saionji lipsyncing to the angstboy cover of Hit Me Baby One More Time. One day, when I know more people who have seen Utena, I'll write a great deal about why I'm so bizarrely interested in psychotic green-haired abusive bastard kendoists with severe self-esteem problems - or at least this one - and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106494506864706087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106494506864706087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106494506864706087' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106491369833120574</id><published>2003-09-30T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T02:25:30.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Trapezoidal ChallengeClockwork Angel - Any fandom or original, any length. Either a holy/supreme being is created by human hands, or an ordinary person deliberately sets out to fulfil prophecies intended for a holy/supreme being. (Or both.)...It just came to mind. (And replaced Prepare To Get Trashed!, which was "Any fandom or original, any length. Your story must involve a panda." Bonus </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106491369833120574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106491369833120574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106491369833120574' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106457219171270569</id><published>2003-09-26T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T03:29:51.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Obsession Can Be So NiceTitle stolen from Boogiepop Phantom, which I have to see more of, and slightly altered.Anyway, recently I was reading Fandom Wank - which, if you didn't know, is a site that reports on flamewars and other slightly amusing things in fandom, and while it can range from completely inoffensive to quite brutal, it's still very humourous, and I enjoy it. A discussion of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106457219171270569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106457219171270569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106457219171270569' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106456882428331725</id><published>2003-09-26T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T02:33:44.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Could Not Foresee This Thing Happening To YouWell, shall we get right to it? Spoilers, of course, for FFVIII, but no really major ones, so... no spoilertext this time. Avert your eyes, non-FFVIII playing blogreaders!Pet PalsIn the first week after Angelo's death, Rinoa was inconsolable.Squall had hugged her (because that's what you do when people are sad, or so he'd heard) and stroked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106456882428331725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106456882428331725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106456882428331725' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106454098279975826</id><published>2003-09-25T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T18:49:42.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Magic Ring He StoleHere you go, Patrick: this way to brain-breakage.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106454098279975826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106454098279975826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106454098279975826' title=''/><author><name>Baconfat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231854871114710266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106445582024111487</id><published>2003-09-24T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T19:10:46.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Censored... Please Stand By... Sugah!Musings about my Pet Pals, down there, and general FFVIII weirdness, so I'll slap it all in spoilertext.I felt kind of guilty about writing that, because Angelo saved my ass more than once in that game. Also, Angelo Cannon is the funniest-looking attack ever. And there was also PuPu-realted guilt, because in my game I wanted the Hungry Cookpot more than I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106445582024111487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106445582024111487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106445582024111487' title=''/><author><name>Baconfat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231854871114710266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106445554437989908</id><published>2003-09-24T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T15:27:54.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Belated Trapezoidal Challenge # 6 (I Think) ResponseThis is what happens when I plot myself into a corner on the fic I should be working on.Pet Pals"It's not a pet," Squall muttered.Rinoa stared at the little blue... thing... that was standing next to Squall, moving its arms back and forth almost hypnotically. "Well, what is it, then?""...I don't know. It was in trouble, so I fed it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106445554437989908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106445554437989908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106445554437989908' title=''/><author><name>Baconfat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231854871114710266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106438192415232819</id><published>2003-09-23T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T10:25:16.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trapezoidal Challenge #8 (I Think)Ha! Not only did I write one, but I'm posting mine before anyone else! Ahaha! Just when we stop doing the FFVIII challenges, I manage to write something about Squall and Rinoa, of all people. I'm pretty sure there's no need for spoilertext on this one. Oh, and Squeem says I should put this thing up on the Pit of Voles to make up for my terrible posting rate</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106438192415232819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106438192415232819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106438192415232819' title=''/><author><name>Baconfat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231854871114710266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106424246143680536</id><published>2003-09-22T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T07:54:20.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogging for others is COOL!I'm writing this blog right now on behalf of Patrick who is without internet access, but with desire to have his challenge posted.So... on to the dication.Clever Title From "Bob The Angry Flower" PendingAs promised, I'd like to deliver the latest Trapezoidal Challenge.From Shiny Surface... - Any fandom or original, any length.  One character say's to another,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106424246143680536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106424246143680536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106424246143680536' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164416810823961318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106400340867842214</id><published>2003-09-19T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T13:30:08.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Belated Empathy"I -- I brought that book you wanted so much. I know how long you've been wanting to read it, and it finally got returned so I thought I'd just stop by and give it to you. I know you're really busy and all, now that you're a SeeD. I -- I hope you don't mind." She paused, already starting to feel her throat tighten. Why was it so difficult to ask?"I --" she hesitated, "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106400340867842214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106400340867842214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106400340867842214' title=''/><author><name>Squeemu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822163109302528933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106398946426516560</id><published>2003-09-19T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T09:39:38.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He's Always Ahead Of Me, Going To A Place I Can't GoApparently I write Touga/Saionji. How about that? I always thought it would be Utena/Anthy, or Juri/Episode 7 Spoiler, but nope, it's snarky kendoist bastards all the way, apparently.New Utena drabble. Pre-series. No spoilers. Do, Kote, Tsuki, and Men mean something like Waist, Gauntlet, Throat, and Head, respectively - they're the four </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106398946426516560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106398946426516560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106398946426516560' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106398521073996998</id><published>2003-09-19T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T08:26:50.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll Be Your Midnight BlazeTitle originally planned: But Why Has All The Rum Gone? And then I remembered that Squeem had already used that one, and with better reason.Anyway, brief moment of too much information, I want to vent. I... don't like associating with people who are drunk. I have no intellectual problems with people drinking, none at all, but I have deep emotional reactions of "I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106398521073996998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106398521073996998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106398521073996998' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106393484897278415</id><published>2003-09-18T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T00:34:47.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If You Are Strong, You LiveLast night, I saw the end of Kenshin's Legend of Kyoto arc.I would explain what I felt about all this, but the post would degenerate into a mass of incoherent noises, like "squee" and "waaaah". The arc is consistently good, from start to finish, and the characters keep you interested, and the plot keeps you interested. Only one character ever actually annoyed me (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106393484897278415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106393484897278415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106393484897278415' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106387108498246250</id><published>2003-09-18T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T00:44:44.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoa, Chinese Ninja Warrior!That song (Sub-Zero, from some Mortal Kombat soundtrack) is... I mean, I hear it, and I think, that's a really bad song*. And then I hear it again. And again. And again. Of my own volition. And sing along. "Whoa, Chinese ninja warrior, with your heart so cold... Sub-Zero!" It's bizarre and strange and wrong.Do I still have taste?Recent experience suggests "no", </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106387108498246250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106387108498246250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106387108498246250' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106372859753267519</id><published>2003-09-16T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T09:10:13.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And On His Farm He... Shot Some GuysThis was a weekend of movie-watching for me. It's time for Really Short Movie Reviews!Identity: Went from really cool to really lame, and from really lame to really goofy. The Usual Suspects: I've seen this movie about a bajillion times now, and I continue to love it. Ba-da-bip, ba-da-bing, bang-boom.The Two Towers: Still great the second time, though </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106372859753267519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106372859753267519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106372859753267519' title=''/><author><name>Baconfat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231854871114710266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106359018741044439</id><published>2003-09-14T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T18:43:07.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You've Got Mail!I'd like to apologize right now for using that as a title, but I really didn't have any other ideas as something clever to say. Of course, that was probably less clever than "No, I don't have a title" but oh well.The title really doesn't work that well anyway, considering that I'm the one who'd be getting mail, just having got myself a brand spanking new email address. Hurrah.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106359018741044439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106359018741044439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106359018741044439' title=''/><author><name>Squeemu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822163109302528933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106348986603753016</id><published>2003-09-13T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T14:53:08.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rented (Rented) Rented DVDs, Bravest Little Vidoes Of Them AllSorry, I just couldn't help myself.This has nothing to do with DVDs, unfortunately. I say unfortunately because a) DVDs are really cool and b) my title mentions them, thus getting all your hopes up and then dashing them like ...glass being dropped on the sidewalk. And we all know that broken glass can cut better than the non-broken</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106348986603753016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106348986603753016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106348986603753016' title=''/><author><name>Squeemu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822163109302528933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106335816986260063</id><published>2003-09-12T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T02:16:09.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Ballad Of The Rented DVDsAndrew, Robbie, Lia, and the absent-on-exchange Emma have a very cool family.I'm not sure exactly what they'd think of that comment, but hey, I stay with them frequently and they don't seem to mind. Their couches are very comfortable. They are willing to let me watch them play The Wind Waker and squee over the sudden coolness of Ganondorf. They do not even mind </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106335816986260063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106335816986260063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106335816986260063' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106333133213504516</id><published>2003-09-11T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T19:16:41.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Public Service AnnouncementSomeone recently hit The Tape with a search for "cheap DVDs in Adelaide especially Cowboy Bebop".If you're still with us, I typically get most of my anime from Shin Tokyo, in Station Arcade off Hindley Street, and they'll typically have very good prices. However, recently EzyDVD - particularly the store in the Myer Centre on Rundle Mall - was selling Bebop DVDs for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106333133213504516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106333133213504516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106333133213504516' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106329387433364066</id><published>2003-09-11T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T08:24:34.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And I Don't Have My Licence On Me, EitherI wanted to include a line from one of my three recent freaky dreams (all of which involved my old high school in some way - is this telling me something related to France or Corey Hart?), but I couldn't remember any of them, even one particularly vitriolic exchange that I continually told myself I had to remember because it was too damn cool. At any </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106329387433364066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106329387433364066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106329387433364066' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106307141233593346</id><published>2003-09-08T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T18:40:28.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Your Mission, Should You Choose To Accept It..."orThe Next ChallengePet Peeves or Pet Pals &amp;nbsp&amp;nbspSeptember 8, 2003You get to choose which title you prefer. Just please don't combine them into one. Please.So the idea is, Squall gets a pet. You get bonus points if you write another one about Angelo dying, and extra bonus points if you can combine them into one fic.Have at it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106307141233593346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106307141233593346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106307141233593346' title=''/><author><name>Squeemu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822163109302528933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106293437040913278</id><published>2003-09-07T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T04:35:19.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey there  all you blog-buddies who I never blog with.  I'm just seeing if I can get a simple code to be included to make tracts of spoilertext a little easier to do.So, to test the theory here's a few lines of code which will theoretically be in spoilertext colour.p{color: #333333}Testing testing happy little testing.Spoilers spoilers nasty little spoilers.My SPOOON is TOOOO BIG!For </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106293437040913278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106293437040913278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106293437040913278' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164416810823961318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106293289899512918</id><published>2003-09-07T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T04:12:20.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I RIDE WRITEFinally, I've managed to get a CD somewhere! By the time you read this, I'll have updated Kadrin... but for now, Trapezoidal Challenges.My Tombmuffins is, of course, FFVIII. My Empathy is... actually three Empathies. I decided I wanted to try writing drabbles - fanfics of exactly 100 words - and besides, I had three ideas. Following Tombmuffins is an Empathy for FFVIII, an Empathy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106293289899512918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106293289899512918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106293289899512918' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106281619156044920</id><published>2003-09-05T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T19:43:11.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Drove All NightExcept I didn't really. But I'd just like to say that I hate driving when it's dark out, and I'm in the city. I haven't tried driving on the highway or anything yet at night, although I'm not sure I'd mind it as much. It's just that my headlights only go so far and then I can't see worth much at all. And I'm kind of afraid to take my eyes off the road straight in front of me, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106281619156044920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106281619156044920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106281619156044920' title=''/><author><name>Squeemu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822163109302528933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106276226641631725</id><published>2003-09-05T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T04:44:26.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We Don't Need To Multiply, We Don't Need To Multiply...*I have a CD. It's called X Character File OST, and is a whole bunch of music for the TV series for X, called X/1999 in the manga. To the best of my knowledge, not one of the tracks is actually played during the series. The music producer (Kanno Yoko, natch) composed a new track for each of the Dragons, and that's what the Character File is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106276226641631725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106276226641631725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106276226641631725' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106247530341611553</id><published>2003-09-01T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T20:49:40.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Better Than A Big Bowl Of Tastee WheetEnter the Matrix on PS2.Holee crap!! I'm so blown away I have to misspell "holy" and use two -- not one, but two -- exclamation marks.Here's how it is: Enter the Matrix covers the events of Reloaded from the perspective of either Niobe or Ghost (of the hovership Logos), depending on which character you choose to play as. This means that you get to see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106247530341611553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106247530341611553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106247530341611553' title=''/><author><name>Baconfat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231854871114710266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106246760184867843</id><published>2003-09-01T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T18:53:21.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sie Got The RadioWhile Patrick is haunted by France, I am haunted by Corey Hart. Actually, I'm haunted by his albums -- somehow, the things just keep falling into my lap. Remember this post, where I confessed to owning several Corey Hart albums? The truth is, I own five now. The thing about that, though, is that I only actually paid money for one of those albums -- and the amount I paid was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106246760184867843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106246760184867843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106246760184867843' title=''/><author><name>Baconfat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231854871114710266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106239640690745287</id><published>2003-08-31T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T23:06:46.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh DearI've just been told that because of a program on my computer, it now has twelve copies of a virus on it....Well how about that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106239640690745287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106239640690745287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106239640690745287' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106239266204020997</id><published>2003-08-31T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T22:04:21.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stock, Cancel That Rose BrideRobbie recently mused on a very small clay duck."See, it's got a rose on it. It's a Duellist duck. It fights with a pencil... which is really more a lance than a sword, but still."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106239266204020997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106239266204020997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106239266204020997' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106230932251753148</id><published>2003-08-30T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T09:39:27.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"But Aquaman, You Can't Marry A Woman Without Gills! You're From Two Different Worlds!"As you are all aware, I attended CNAnime last weekend. As you may or may not be aware, it was tons 'o fun! Of course, these things usually are. Actually, as conventions go, I don't really have anything to compare it to, because the only other convention I've been to was a Toronto Comicon several years ago, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106230932251753148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106230932251753148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106230932251753148' title=''/><author><name>Baconfat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231854871114710266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106226415735406436</id><published>2003-08-30T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T10:24:52.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No Matter What, I'm Always Right There Behind YouDid I say that Kaworu was leaving me alone these days? Yeah. Recent flicking through LiveJournals revealed yet another Kaworu icon, and immediately my brain was reduced to "omg it's Kaworu omg omg omg!!!" and told me repeatedly to go watch Evangelion episode 24 again. Stupid brain.I'm playing a survival horror game at the moment: Project Zero, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106226415735406436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106226415735406436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106226415735406436' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106224767376936762</id><published>2003-08-30T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T05:47:53.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...I'd Like To Trade In My Friends For A Rose Bride, PleaseA friend, who I will leave unnamed for the sake of his dignity, just ran into the room, threw his arms around my neck, and shouted: "PATRICK! I love you more than anything! And anything could be... anything!" And when I frantically tried to loosen his arms from my neck for purposes of breathing, he pointed out, solemnly: "I'd be your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106224767376936762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106224767376936762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106224767376936762' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106207066031219055</id><published>2003-08-28T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T04:37:40.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ALLOY WARRIOR!!!I have finished my Tombmuffins. Unfortunately, you'll have to take my word for it: it's still on my machine, and my machine is currently completely incommunicado. I've hooked up my old external CD burner to it, but the CD burner wants the drivers.I have the drivers.They're on a CD.However, right now, I've also got something else. (Which would be a reference to Utena </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106207066031219055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106207066031219055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106207066031219055' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106183546217019166</id><published>2003-08-25T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T11:17:42.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"But Why Is All The Rum Gone?"So, I saw Pirates of the Caribbean awhile back and was gonna blog about it but put it off until now. Because it seems like now would be a good time to break The Tape again. Sigh.Anyway! Random first impressions I got of it that aren't spoilery:-Orlando Bloom makes a great wonderful fantastic awesome elf. This does not mean he makes a great fantastic lovesick </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106183546217019166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106183546217019166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106183546217019166' title=''/><author><name>Squeemu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822163109302528933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106164883219777460</id><published>2003-08-23T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T07:27:12.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tall Beautiful Indian Spoilers With Long White HairYep, Akio and Ansem. I need to spoil Kingdom Hearts and Utena now - full-series, full-game - so, to spare my fellow bloggers, I'm going to talk about my trip from Switzerland to Australia for a while.See, we got up fairly early (and I was all right, despite the fact that I'd been up a great deal the night before alternating between packing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106164883219777460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106164883219777460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106164883219777460' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106162241171246418</id><published>2003-08-23T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T00:07:48.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...And Patrick. He Updates The Website!And I update the website with flair. The latest two Tombmuffin entries are up on the Trapezoidal Challenge page.Yes, I still intend to write Tombmuffins. Tonight, if possible. It should be possible. (I've got a plot, a reason, some interaction already planned out, and thoughts on Zell's gloves and the way Squall eats muffins.)Who's got next challenge </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106162241171246418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106162241171246418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106162241171246418' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106156638744536619</id><published>2003-08-22T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T08:36:39.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EXTREME SPOILER WARNING!!!!!!!1!!!oneBaco! Squeem! Any other bloggers we have that have not seen Evangelion!Do not scroll down in your little blog-edit thingummy!See, there's a spoiler for Eva in this, and it shows up pretty early! It's in spoilertext on the blog itself, which means no problem for everyone else, but shows up bright and clear in the editing console! So please, for the sake </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106156638744536619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106156638744536619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106156638744536619' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106151574005064993</id><published>2003-08-21T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T18:29:00.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Has Anybody Here Seen... Kelly?"The smorgasbord of geekdom that is SFX / CNAnime starts tomorrow. I look forward to this weekend all year. As is traditonal, I'll be there on my own, wearing my Capsule Corp jacket and lucky baseball cap, swag bag strapped to my back and a look of pure geeker joy plastered on my face. Wish me luck, and good purchases! I'm hoping that this year I'll be able to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106151574005064993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106151574005064993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106151574005064993' title=''/><author><name>Baconfat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231854871114710266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106099361600101112</id><published>2003-08-15T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T17:26:52.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Aziz, LIGHT!"The power's back on. Oh, hot water, traffic lights, and precious, precious computer, how I've missed you. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106099361600101112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106099361600101112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106099361600101112' title=''/><author><name>Baconfat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231854871114710266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106092849442895589</id><published>2003-08-14T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T23:26:01.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Power To Dance Dance Revolutionise The World!I appear to be back in the groove.For one thing, I recently tried one of my first Heavy/Maniac difficulty tracks on DDR. And passed it. Granted, it was Let The Beat Hit 'Em!, which isn't too hard, but still...For another, I just wrote my first fanfic since I came back from Switzerland. I won't be able to post it for a while, but hey: I wrote </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106092849442895589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106092849442895589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106092849442895589' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106072549995748428</id><published>2003-08-12T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T14:58:19.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Confessions Of A Gaming WimpI just spent a day or so playing Clock Tower 3, because I haven't been able to get my hands on Silent Hill 3. And hey, they're both horror games with the number three in their title, how different could they be?  The answer: I don't know yet, because I haven't played SH3. I can, however, go on and on about what I thought of CT3 and how it compared to the first two </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106072549995748428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106072549995748428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106072549995748428' title=''/><author><name>Baconfat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231854871114710266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106067138040756445</id><published>2003-08-11T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T13:03:18.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Was A Teenaged Slacker PunkI know, it's been... what? Six months since I posted any fic? Well, reset the counter, everyone, 'cause I just posted a new one-shot! Yay. And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to spend some more quality time with my PS2. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106067138040756445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106067138040756445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106067138040756445' title=''/><author><name>Baconfat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231854871114710266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106048502807080204</id><published>2003-08-09T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T20:10:28.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That's Just The Sound Sie Makes When Sie's Speechless With Geeker JoyI got a PS2 I got a PS2 I got a PS2!Belated birthday gift. And yes, I realize that the rest of you PS2-owning, FFX-playing folk are saying that it's really nothing to get all that excited over -- but I can't hear you over the sound of my own squeeing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106048502807080204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106048502807080204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106048502807080204' title=''/><author><name>Baconfat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231854871114710266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106045958663099373</id><published>2003-08-09T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T13:07:37.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Band Camp's Out For EverI'm so happy. Never again will I have to go through the horror that is band camp. ...unless, of course, I do something ridiculously stupid and try out -- and make -- a college marching band. Which I'm really hoping is something I don't do. I mean, they have to memorize a new show -- which means new music and new forms -- in a week. And then move on to the next one.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106045958663099373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106045958663099373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106045958663099373' title=''/><author><name>Squeemu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822163109302528933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106041307636928497</id><published>2003-08-09T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T00:11:16.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Capitalism R0xx0rs, Yes It DoesI have a new computer.It's not quite finished yet, being entirely free of an OS, and until my DVD burner comes in I won't have any kind of a CD drive and am currently borrowing Matt's and that's sad. However, it's a new computer, and at the moment I love it more than breathing.We'll see how long that persists.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106041307636928497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106041307636928497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106041307636928497' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106041219589018769</id><published>2003-08-08T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T23:57:40.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Rose Of VersaillesFrance is stalking me.See, I've blogged from France, I've visited France, my favourite anime* is based on some very French topics, and my parents recently went to France for two weeks rendering me unable to contact them. So far, not too much.But, checking our referral logs and so forth, I happen upon Riona's blog**, and immediately decide to e-mail her about DOA2.And</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106041219589018769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106041219589018769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106041219589018769' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106013595292325996</id><published>2003-08-05T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T19:12:32.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So That Squeem's Blog Can Show Up...Okay, so with Series One of Rayearth, you get this little thing called the Memorial Book, which is basically three bonus ministories and a character/artifact encyclopedia. It's quite cool, really. Anyway, each of the ministories starts with a picture of the three Magic Knights, in a different situation than fighting through Cephiro. In the important case, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106013595292325996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106013595292325996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106013595292325996' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106010477158976744</id><published>2003-08-05T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T10:46:21.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"This One Time, At Band Camp...."or"So We've Done Our Boings And Have Been Woken Up"My idea of the perfect morning is not the same as band camp's idea of a perfect morning. I enjoy sleeping in and getting up when I want to. In band camp, we get to arrive at 8:30 in the morning and stay until 11:30, marching around in the sun holding up heavy instruments.Also, we get to do calisthenics. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106010477158976744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106010477158976744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106010477158976744' title=''/><author><name>Squeemu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822163109302528933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-106002738478395536</id><published>2003-08-04T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T16:28:51.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Ballad of HannibalI've been thinking about Hannibal Lecter. Actually, it would be a little more accurate to say that I've been thinking about Thomas Harris' novels: Black Sunday, Red Dragon, The Silence of the Lambs, and Hannibal. (If he has any other published stuff, I don't know about it. But I'd like to.)See, a few months ago, after watching Primal Fear with a friend, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106002738478395536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/106002738478395536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106002738478395536' title=''/><author><name>Baconfat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231854871114710266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-105984506447377582</id><published>2003-08-02T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T10:26:21.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In Which Patrick Titles His Blog Post "Listen To Our Souls Yell Out 'Let's Go Passion!'"1 - Azumanga Daioh has shot from "that looks cool" to "it can have a spot right here, just below Utena". So cute! And insane! And about nothing! And Yomi! And Kaorin! And... series so good!2 - It seems that I'm not the only one who noticed how much KH's Ansem resembles Utena's Akio. (That's not a spoiler. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105984506447377582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105984506447377582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105984506447377582' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-105971828399755128</id><published>2003-07-31T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T23:11:49.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In Which Squeemu Talks About Her DayI just found it kind of amusing that the last few blogs have been title with "In Which" because that's one of the names of the blog, so I had to put it in this one too.So, today is still my birthday. And not much happened, really. I went to band camp in the afternoon to learn music. If you can call it music, at this point. Then I went home to eat a birthday</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105971828399755128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105971828399755128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105971828399755128' title=''/><author><name>Squeemu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822163109302528933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-105968673483780430</id><published>2003-07-31T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T14:25:49.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In Which Squeemu Admits To Being UnobservantYou know that link graphic button thingie for Baco's website? The one that has part of a Tonberry on it, that's off to the left side of this blog? Well, for the longest time I didn't really know what it was. It was just a box, with random splotches of green in the background, that vaguely made me think of apples.So, today, I finally took the time to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105968673483780430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105968673483780430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105968673483780430' title=''/><author><name>Squeemu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822163109302528933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-105968271658553897</id><published>2003-07-31T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T13:22:46.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In Which Squeemu Is Wished A Happy BirthdayHappy Birthday, Squeem!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105968271658553897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105968271658553897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105968271658553897' title=''/><author><name>Baconfat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231854871114710266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-105953373849942506</id><published>2003-07-29T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T19:56:28.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There Was A Blog Here OnceI think I might've used that title before. Oh well.I did have a nice blog all typed out, tried to post it and ended up losing everything. Technology only exists to mock me. And everyone else.Anyway, on to previously deleted messages.Band camp is evil. Okay, so far it's only been moderately evil but I'm sure it will get worse. (I apologize if I've accidentally </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105953373849942506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105953373849942506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105953373849942506' title=''/><author><name>Squeemu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822163109302528933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-105949955096749855</id><published>2003-07-29T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T10:26:04.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I Am A Consumer Whore!"I'm chewing some really weird-tasting bubblegum. Bubblegum that comes in the shape of tiny, tiny stakes. That's right. It's Buffy the Vampire Slayer bubblegum. Why did I buy it? Because it comes in a little mini-lunchbox, and that lunchbox has Spike and Buffy on the front, smiling brilliantly a la Something Blue.Go ahead, Squeem. You know you want to say it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105949955096749855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105949955096749855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105949955096749855' title=''/><author><name>Baconfat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231854871114710266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-105936524843953028</id><published>2003-07-27T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T22:00:43.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Guess I'm Done With The Book-Learnin'!"Having said all that stuff about Spike, I'm now going to recommend the only Buffy fics I've ever liked enough to remember the titles of. Here:The Twelfth Sister is creepy, creepy, creepy, frighteningly plausible and very well-written. And once you've read it, make sure you check out The Twelfth Sister (Revisited). Fairly short and very cool. With </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105936524843953028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105936524843953028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105936524843953028' title=''/><author><name>Baconfat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231854871114710266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-105932804458621419</id><published>2003-07-27T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T21:08:03.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"And... I Never Really Liked You Anyway, And... And You Have Stupid Hair!"I've been thinking about Spike. Mild, mild, mild spoilers for Buffy seasons 1-5 follow, but they're so mild I'm not even going to put them in spoilertext. I think there's two ways you can look at his character development throughout the show. One way, you can accept his characterization in Season Two as the One True </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105932804458621419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105932804458621419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105932804458621419' title=''/><author><name>Baconfat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231854871114710266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-105923823351002207</id><published>2003-07-26T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T09:50:33.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It Is Cold. You Are Likely To Be Eaten By An Injoke.I just stood outside a friend's house for three and a half hours, discussing with another friend the nature of Matt, Monald, and how many people one would need to mince to fill a room (It was his fault. He was telling the stories.)I don't want to do that again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105923823351002207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105923823351002207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105923823351002207' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-105895982178295577</id><published>2003-07-23T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T04:30:21.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nested Titles: The BloodeningI hope, and strongly, that posting this makes The Tape work again. But will it? Most likely not.We got another "The Tape, In Which" referral. Still so happy.Now, back to the nested titles.Aku, Soku, Zan- recently watched anime, particularly the anime seen at AVCON...I might as well turn this into my AVCON con report, mightn't I?But before that, I'll just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105895982178295577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105895982178295577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105895982178295577' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-105885253816779056</id><published>2003-07-21T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T22:42:18.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"La Goglue, You There?"Except with "Links" where "La Goglue" is. And no, I don't really want any moonshine or hallucinations, thank you.It has come to my attention that my links for my desktop pictures didn't work. They should now. However, in my defense, I would like to say that I'd fixed them originally but technology failed me. I would also like to say that it took more than a day for my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105885253816779056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105885253816779056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105885253816779056' title=''/><author><name>Squeemu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822163109302528933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-105879132831540501</id><published>2003-07-21T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T05:42:08.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nested Titles Make Me HappyWell, at the very least, experimental. (That is to say, nested titles make me experimental. Does that make any sense whatsoever?)Ein Moment, Bitte- the fact that I am now on Baco's level, having an Ein plushie of my very own...Yes, yes, I know, there's a special hell for bad puns and I'm going right there. There were actually a great deal of Ein plushies at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105879132831540501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105879132831540501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105879132831540501' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-105866239371136112</id><published>2003-07-19T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T22:26:59.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PostscriptAlthough actually this is much more of the main blog, and the Testing of Time was the P.S., but oh well.Also, it occurs to me that I may have just proved my scariness by posting that last blog. Sigh. ...not that it wasn't anything anyone didn't know already.Also, Tina Shawal is an amazing artist. She managed to make Zell look more realistic than the wonderful people at Square. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105866239371136112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105866239371136112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105866239371136112' title=''/><author><name>Squeemu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822163109302528933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-105866184280543552</id><published>2003-07-19T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T17:44:02.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Duck And CoverThis is a test. A test of time.It is currently 7:35 PM according to my watch, Saturday July 19th....well, the title made sense to me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105866184280543552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105866184280543552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105866184280543552' title=''/><author><name>Squeemu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822163109302528933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-105864650106829800</id><published>2003-07-19T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T14:33:58.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"And The Whole Time, I Was Like THIS! In... PAIN!"We're looking forward to having you back, Patrick. Especially now that you're a member of the exclusive Ein Plushie Owners Club.I don't know why I'm blogging right now, when I'm feeling generally upset over It's Walky! (the main page comic is extremely spoilerrific! Beware!) and having caught a cold and having lots of schoolwork to do and just</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105864650106829800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105864650106829800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105864650106829800' title=''/><author><name>Baconfat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231854871114710266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-105862588513111685</id><published>2003-07-19T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T08:21:45.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Are You Immune To Conventional Weaponry?AVCON is wonderful. The first day has passed and... was generally wonderful. The second day is tomorrow, and I shall endeavour to post a full report afterwards.Other things I must discuss include:- the fact that I am now on Baco's level, having an Ein plushie of my very own;- the fact that I am now on magi's level, having had Pocky of my very own (but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105862588513111685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105862588513111685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105862588513111685' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-105833364447734098</id><published>2003-07-15T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T22:34:04.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Leaving On A Jet Plane...Except that I already left, chased out of the States by killer spiders and Republican gnomes -- or possibly the planet Venus. Back home now. Insert deep, soulful sigh here. If you e-mailed me in the past month and haven't heard anything, I ought to be getting back to you soon. Tomorrow, I put up my brand spankin' new Trigun wallscroll (all together, now: "Thank you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105833364447734098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105833364447734098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105833364447734098' title=''/><author><name>Baconfat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231854871114710266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-105826003589902785</id><published>2003-07-15T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T02:07:15.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>See You, Space CowboyIt was a tossup between that one, You're Gonna Carry That Weight, and You Shall Cry Red Tears. As you might have guessed, I've just recently seen all of Cowboy Bebop....I can't say much without spoiling absolutely everything, so I'll just say that I really enjoyed it. I would have actually enjoyed more focus on the overarcing plot over the course of the series (it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105826003589902785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105826003589902785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105826003589902785' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-105804485552808004</id><published>2003-07-12T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T14:20:55.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In America, They Wear Hats On Their Feet And Hamburgers Eat PeopleBecause now I've witnessed this firsthand, and because you just can't have too many Simpsons references in your blog. Contrary to the testimony of certain reliable sources, however, it turns out there really are cats in America, and the streets are not paved with cheese.I'm making this post from Squeemu's computer. Pause for a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105804485552808004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105804485552808004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105804485552808004' title=''/><author><name>Baconfat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231854871114710266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-105784124075018825</id><published>2003-07-10T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T05:47:20.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Feel Myself Filled With The Urge To Blog AgainI am unsure whether this is a good thing.Anyway: I want Utena fanfic. There's a surprising amount at the Pit of Voles*, and even more amazing, a surprising amount that isn't Mary Sue laden (which becomes triply amazing if you consider how close Utena herself is to being a Mary Sue, though she's an absolutely delightful character anyway). Despite</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105784124075018825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105784124075018825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105784124075018825' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551736.post-105784016772789353</id><published>2003-07-10T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T05:29:27.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friends Don't Let Friends Become Giant Green Monsters...I can't remember if I've mentioned that I saw Hulk and what I thought of it. If not, I'll have to do it another time. Right at the moment, I'd be posting a random spiral full of typos about Eric Bana's hair. (Remind me to tell you about Eric Bana later, hair or no hair.)See, Friend B recently wanted to go to Friend A's house, and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105784016772789353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551736/posts/default/105784016772789353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetape.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105784016772789353' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195141912553252172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd: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>
