<?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-6026248</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:52:35.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quod Fuit, Fuit</title><subtitle type='html'>Your one-stop source</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-110272699573097687</id><published>2004-12-10T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T18:23:00.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now PresentingI know it's been awhile, okay? Let's try to move past that, we have a lot to discuss today.First of all, finals are over, thus ending my first term at Portland State University. All I have to say is, thinking about how much money I spent last year at U of P, and how much I hated it, is becoming more and more frustrating. There were things that I liked about it, but this year is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/110272699573097687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/110272699573097687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/12/now-presenting-i-know-its-been-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-109755470375108565</id><published>2004-10-11T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T21:18:40.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The pain...Sometimes, you just know you're going to feel it in the morning. I just got out of jeet kun do, which is a fun class, but absolutely devastating on the physique. It doesn't help that I am an utter newb, and the class has a pretty big skill dichotomy even in the first year class. I'm doing stuff slow, to learn form, and this guy with probably twice my mass is blocking all of my jabs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109755470375108565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109755470375108565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/10/pain.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-109729813893777023</id><published>2004-10-08T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T22:25:33.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Curiouser and curiouserAs much as I appreciate the fact that my boss is willing to keep be on for at least a few hours while I'm at school, I wish he'd leave me some stuff to do. Even the minute bit of website editing he had me doing (you can see my work at www.hi-schoolpharmacy.com) only took about an hour. So I'm alone in the office at 6:00 in the evening, with absolutely nothing to do. It is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109729813893777023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109729813893777023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/10/curiouser-and-curiouser-as-much-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-109505562524512574</id><published>2004-09-12T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T23:07:05.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A New Sensation For some reason, whenever I have a major change of scenery, such as going to college, moving back, whatever, it totally disrupts my life for about a month before I can actually get back into a reasonable frame of mind. This probably has something to do with the fact that I'm too lazy to make any effort toward adjusting, but for whatever reason all cerebral activities are out the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109505562524512574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109505562524512574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/09/new-sensation-for-some-reason-whenever.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-109479157484364337</id><published>2004-09-09T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T21:46:14.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another picture of the view that doesn't really give you the feel for it. Oh well.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109479157484364337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109479157484364337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/09/another-picture-of-view-that-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-109479154182829256</id><published>2004-09-09T21:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T21:45:41.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The view. The picture doesn't capture it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109479154182829256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109479154182829256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/09/view.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-109479152027173865</id><published>2004-09-09T21:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T21:45:20.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another view of the front room</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109479152027173865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109479152027173865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/09/another-view-of-front-room.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-109479150387282091</id><published>2004-09-09T21:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T21:45:03.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My baby</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109479150387282091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109479150387282091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-109479150281098768</id><published>2004-09-09T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T21:45:02.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kitchen!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109479150281098768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109479150281098768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/09/kitchen.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-109479147595138246</id><published>2004-09-09T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T21:44:35.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The front room</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109479147595138246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109479147595138246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/09/front-room.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-109479144012922413</id><published>2004-09-09T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T21:44:00.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your's truly</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109479144012922413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109479144012922413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/09/yours-truly.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-109417162427401157</id><published>2004-09-02T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T17:33:44.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am a bad person Although I suppose that's relative. My lack of posting is less evidence of laziness than evidence of a pathetic, pathetic life. What do you think about that?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109417162427401157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109417162427401157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-am-bad-person-although-i-suppose.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-109323226859869243</id><published>2004-08-22T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T20:37:48.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It hurts so muchEvery once in awhile you just decide to break out of your normal routine and try something a little new and original. I made such a decision two days ago when Nastassja finally, successfully begged me into going to a club with her.There's a relatively small 18-and-over club called FX down on Taylor and Naito, right on the waterfront. We arrived, unfortunately, right after they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109323226859869243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109323226859869243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/08/it-hurts-so-much-every-once-in-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-109289750822739628</id><published>2004-08-18T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T23:38:28.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A new world orderIf you read this at 11:18PM PDT, then I'm coming to you live from my new shag pad in downtown Portland. Lord be praised, the move was not nearly as painful as it could've been. It only took about three hours and two trips to move in almost all of my stuff on Sunday, and only one trip for Andy on Monday. We spent most of Monday and what of yesterday I was home getting furniture </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109289750822739628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109289750822739628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/08/new-world-order-if-you-read-this-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-109250169898397888</id><published>2004-08-14T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T09:41:38.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The usual suspects Alien vs. Predator is a difficult movie to review, because it crosses some undeniably cool moments and some very interesting scenery with poorly-conceived plot and far, far too much foreplay.The movie starts out with a Weyland Corporation (presumably a predecessor of Weyland-Yutani Inc. from the later Alien films) expedition to a mysterious heat source 2000 feet beneath the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109250169898397888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109250169898397888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/08/usual-suspects-alien-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-109237370001305783</id><published>2004-08-12T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T22:08:20.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Ganymede ElegyToday was my last significant period of time to pack before I move on Sunday. As will all major life changes, I view it with a certain degree of mixed excitement and melancholy. I very much like routine, and any disruption to my daily life tends to send reverberations that take a little while to calm down. Still, I am certainly looking forward to moving. Much of my room is in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109237370001305783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109237370001305783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/08/ganymede-elegy-today-was-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-109226231199125095</id><published>2004-08-11T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T22:32:54.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Happiest Place on Earth, part Two At long last, the final second and final partof the series. I'll return to my irregularly scheduled programming after this. This was written on July 18, 2004. "Just returned from our first day in the Disney parks themselves, I find myself in the peculiar condition of being mentally awake, as in possessing physical energy, but so achy and physically tweaked</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109226231199125095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109226231199125095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/08/happiest-place-on-earth-part-two-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-109019247076348419</id><published>2004-07-18T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T22:32:41.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Happiest Place on Earth, part OneAnd so it begins. As I write this, I’m at about fifteen thousand feet in an Alaska Airlines Boeing 737-700, watching the upper surface of the clouds undulate beneath me. We’re about two hours away from landing, and I only have about 75% battery life left on old Bradtop. I may yet have enough time to fulfill my life-long ambition to play Worms World Party at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109019247076348419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109019247076348419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/07/happiest-place-on-earth-part-one-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-109003673769507818</id><published>2004-07-16T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T22:32:29.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brad sets mode: +tiredIn slightly over 12 hours, I will be on an Alaska Airlines flightheading, ironically, south to Orange County, California.  On anunrelated note, I am very tired.Made with some more Ars Magica last night. I really like a lot ofthings about the system, but there are a few things that irk me just alittle bit. For one thing, the suggested difficulties in the game seema </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109003673769507818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/109003673769507818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/07/brad-sets-mode-tired-in-slightly-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-108987407807253807</id><published>2004-07-14T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T23:47:58.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's me, baybee...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/108987407807253807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/108987407807253807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-me-baybee.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-108987292310235523</id><published>2004-07-14T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T22:32:19.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Exchange Server BluesThink Microsoft Exchange is your one-stop answer for a fully-integrated email, scheduling, and contact database solution? You would be wrong, my friend. Microsoft Exchange is not merely a popular server application, it is also a Dante-esque hell full of torments for the arrogant and lustful. Of course, in this case "sin" means forgetting to restart a small pile of useless </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/108987292310235523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/108987292310235523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/07/exchange-server-blues-think-microsoft.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-108812713326364169</id><published>2004-06-24T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T22:33:11.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BEWARE I LIVE If you don't get that, you're not cool enough to have played Sinistar. Re-add me to your pages, folks, I'm back. Expect more cool stuff coming soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/108812713326364169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/108812713326364169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/06/beware-i-live-if-you-dont-get-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-108258765837391753</id><published>2004-04-21T15:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T22:33:27.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Katana EtiquetteIn ninja/samurai battles, it is considered polite to wait after every attack for the trees around you to slowly slide apart and fall down? Everybody seems to do it.Regarding the situation with Lynsey, as bizarre as it is, I honestly had very little to do with it. If you're looking for people to blame, however...Only 8 days of school left, and only 2 of actual class. This </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/108258765837391753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/108258765837391753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/04/katana-etiquette-in-ninjasamurai.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-108219402218313674</id><published>2004-04-17T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T22:33:55.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PAXDoes this not look awesome?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/108219402218313674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/108219402218313674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/04/pax-does-this-not-look-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-108207466855723793</id><published>2004-04-15T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T17:21:46.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Resident LifeTo those of you who live in college dorms, I pose a question. Do you often have people talking on the phone in the hallways, and it's obvious that the conversation is not going well? I ask because there are two or three people who live near me who apparently have relationship problems or something. He'll be on the phone outside my door, and they'll be speaking in guarded tones, then</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/108207466855723793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/108207466855723793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/04/resident-life-to-those-of-you-who-live.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-108174251619319203</id><published>2004-04-11T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T21:05:49.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Easter + Catholics = weirdEaster used to be a fairly straightforward holiday, both in concept and execution. However, when Catholics enter the equation, things get weird. As with many things, actually. It's ironic that spending so much time in close proximity to them lowers my opinion of Catholics in general (not necessarily Catholicism, however). They're just incredibly devout and pious about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/108174251619319203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/108174251619319203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/04/easter-catholics-weird-easter-used-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-108139289673970983</id><published>2004-04-07T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T20:02:03.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wartime Emergency Powers ActI wish I had one of those. Despite my lack of such emergency powers, however, I found this link quite interesting. Even though I'm depressed that Star Trek has become so dumb, a lot of the old-school stuff is still quite enjoyable. This particular bit of backstory is something that wasn't ever really discussed, so it's cool to see such an obscure area of the canon </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/108139289673970983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/108139289673970983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/04/wartime-emergency-powers-act-i-wish-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-108122660923784389</id><published>2004-04-05T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T22:03:36.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Strike Attack!Yeah, it's been awhile. I'm gonna try to post at least three times a week from now on; this "whenver-I-feel-like-it" timing just isn't working out for me.Splinter Cell: Pandora Tomorrow is an awesome, awesome game, both single and multiplayer. Solo gaming hasn't really changed a whole lot from the original, with the exception of things like half split jumps, SWAT turns, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/108122660923784389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/108122660923784389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/04/strike-attack-yeah-its-been-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-108036741749526518</id><published>2004-03-26T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T22:07:08.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Hour of DarknessThat's not what they called it, but we had a little game here in Corrado where you drink a gallon of milk in an hour and try to keep it down. Most people didn't. One of the guys had to pause our semi-nightly Starcraft game and piss for like 5 minutes straight. I feel like school is almost over, and it sort of it. We have about five weeks left, including finals. Some classes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/108036741749526518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/108036741749526518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/03/hour-of-darkness-thats-not-what-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-108004350473841674</id><published>2004-03-23T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T04:09:49.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WTF?Earth and Beyond was cancelled?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/108004350473841674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/108004350473841674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/03/wtf-earth-and-beyond-was-cancelled.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-108003675144912121</id><published>2004-03-23T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T02:15:57.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Explorer reportingI used to really, really dislike StarCraft. Though I still prefer the mad old-school stylings of Westwood's Command &amp; Conquer series, I have to admit that my appreciation for Blizzard's magnus opus has been steadily increasing the more that I play it. For one thing, I no longer suck, even as the Terrans. Quite the opposite, in fact; I find that the combination of seige tanks, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/108003675144912121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/108003675144912121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/03/explorer-reporting-i-used-to-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107966512224557858</id><published>2004-03-18T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T19:04:53.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>But it will be total chaos!I didn't comment on that last post at all. I just wanted to hear everybody sound off. Which they did, in several different fashions and to several degrees.I am currently studying for a calculus test that I have in approximately 27 hours. Nearly an eternity, I know, but I'm not putting things off anymore. No sir. The material for the test is fairly easy, but there's a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107966512224557858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107966512224557858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/03/but-it-will-be-total-chaos-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107941405594453017</id><published>2004-03-15T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T21:17:32.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got nothinMan, I'm AFK for a couple of days and people go all crazy...jeez. 94 comments, though. That's well over twice my previous record. People do like to talk.For me, spring break has come and gone. Naturally, given the bass-akwardness of UP in general, our break didn't so much as overlap with anyone else's, meaning that the part of the week I didn't spend working I spent at home, except </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107941405594453017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107941405594453017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/03/got-nothin-man-im-afk-for-couple-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107847404448460246</id><published>2004-03-05T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T00:10:25.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PassionI never wrote about it, but I saw The Passion of the Christ the afternoon it came out. I went in with fairly high expectations, and it delivered. Granted, you have to approach it from a certain standpoint to fully appreciate it. For one thing, it's extremely violent. In fact, the scene (rather, the section of the movie) where Jesus is scourged is probably the most graphic torture scene </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107847404448460246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107847404448460246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/03/passion-i-never-wrote-about-it-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107836116906377221</id><published>2004-03-03T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T16:49:08.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And so the wheel turnsNearly two weeks, and a new record. Even though I have precious little to say, according to Charles "everyone wants me to post," so here it is. Spring break is nearly upon me, all I have to do is weather a physics test on Friday and I'm free. Since I'm just lucky enough that my break doesn't align with anyone else's, I won't have a whole lot to do, but it should at the very</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107836116906377221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107836116906377221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/03/and-so-wheel-turns-nearly-two-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107722474418150512</id><published>2004-02-19T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T13:13:42.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My universe is pain and emptinessWell, that's a slight exaggeration, but it's real easy to feel that way after walking out of one of Dr. R. Smit's famous "rape you up the ass" math exams.  Unfortunately, the exam was set up so that if you knew exactly what you were doing, did everything right the first time, and worked at a reasonable pace, you could finish the exam in about 45 minutes. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107722474418150512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107722474418150512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/02/my-universe-is-pain-and-emptiness-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107716486848491233</id><published>2004-02-18T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T20:30:28.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Considering it burnsI just downloaded Mozilla's new Firefox browser. I rather like it, it seems to solve a lot of some of Mozilla's annoying issues. It's fast, and it doesn't gradually destabilize if you keep the program running. I then proceeded to conduct my semi-annual eBay search for West End Games (d6) Star Wars RPG material. ebay would be much more fun without bid-sniping services, I tell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107716486848491233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107716486848491233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/02/considering-it-burns-i-just-downloaded.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107709317542888070</id><published>2004-02-18T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T00:50:59.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Light Side is for pansiesYeah, that's right. You got nothin'.Created characters for a new Tuesday evenings Exalted* game. I played a stealthy assassin, which I've always thought is a cool concept, but difficult to pull off. They've just got this niche, see, and they're not very useful outside it. Take Garret, for example, from Thief. He's all stealthy, and he's got all these crazy arrows, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107709317542888070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107709317542888070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/02/light-side-is-for-pansies-yeah-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107698322062583685</id><published>2004-02-16T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T18:09:10.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tech Support WoesI hate being on the other side of the fence. Why Bradtop works at home, and in the computer lab, but not in my dorm room only CTS knows. It doesn't matter much, but I still fully intend to complain. There's no excuse for ignoring the problem when it's so easy to at least say, "You're SOL."For those of you who haven't played the UT2k4 demo, there's no excuse. No, not even that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107698322062583685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107698322062583685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/02/tech-support-woes-i-hate-being-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107656919329879016</id><published>2004-02-11T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T23:07:44.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Xerxes won't like this. Not one bitThree days ago, I got KotOR for PC. My Xbox is notoriously unrealiable, and anyway, I wanted to be able to play at school. I should've realized that I was getting into. I've done very little real work since I've started playing, apart from going to class. On the other hand, I just reached the point in the game with that particularly mind-shattering plot twist.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107656919329879016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107656919329879016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/02/xerxes-wont-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107602749415859856</id><published>2004-02-05T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T16:39:31.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This sucksThis week has probably been my hardest ever, school-wise, hence the lack of updates. One of these days, my astounding laziness and procrastination abilities are gonna get me killed, I just know it. Anyway, I'll post something substantive tomorrow, I promise. Also, I've read two and a half books in the last week. That's pretty good for me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107602749415859856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107602749415859856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/02/this-sucks-this-week-has-probably-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107542142452073829</id><published>2004-01-29T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T16:12:37.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nothing to see, move alongFor over a week I couldn't connect to AIM to save my own life. Now I've been connected for fourteen hours straight, without changing any settings or configurations. I hate the network here.Calc test tomorrow. Time to burn the midnight oil. As most of you know, I'm not very good at math. Most of my problems stem from my utter lack of motivation to apply myself, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107542142452073829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107542142452073829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/01/nothing-to-see-move-along-for-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107507459526342574</id><published>2004-01-25T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T22:01:41.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*sound of shotgun cocking*Finished with A Hymn Before Battle, finally. Now, onto The Diamond Age.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107507459526342574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107507459526342574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/01/sound-of-shotgun-cocking-finished-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107484838867166752</id><published>2004-01-23T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T01:02:06.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um, well...I just had the most odd moment of my week a second ago. Nestled in the middle of a bunch of difficult trigonometric integrals is the problem integral[csc(x) dx]. It's an indefinite integral, and I need to evaluate it. There just happens to be an integral identity, however, that states integral[csc(x) dx] = ln|csc(x) - cot(x)| + C. In other words, the answer was just to apply 1 (one) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107484838867166752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107484838867166752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/01/um-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107471872491338124</id><published>2004-01-21T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T13:00:46.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WTF?My physics lab is due in 35 minutes, and we're supposed to tear the pages out of the book and give them to the professor. However, the book built like a large paperback and there aren't any perforations. It's like tearing pages out of a magazine. Why do they subject us to such torment?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107471872491338124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107471872491338124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/01/wtf-my-physics-lab-is-due-in-35.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107458660029497677</id><published>2004-01-20T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T00:18:39.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Baby, why you gotta make me hit you?Mozilla and I have not gotten off to a good start. First, my blog displays these weird graphical glitches that disappear when you scroll down and scroll back up. Second, the "recommended" section of my book list looks messed up. Fine, I say, that's probably crappy code. So if fixed it, looks fine in the preview, so I publish and go to my page.Messed up again</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107458660029497677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107458660029497677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/01/baby-why-you-gotta-make-me-hit-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107448874675748786</id><published>2004-01-18T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T21:10:39.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QuietnessNobody seems to be online now, which makes me not-happy. Was there some big party that everyone but me and Lynsey were invited to?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107448874675748786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107448874675748786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/01/quietness-nobody-seems-to-be-online.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107447975080461326</id><published>2004-01-18T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T18:50:19.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I haven't left this building in 24 hoursExcept for a 20-minute stretch where I was eating. And you know what? I don't really care. I've been busy.Finished The Stone God Awakens, which is to say I reached the end of the book. The story, however, apparently continues, judging from the near-total lack of conclusion. It was a good book, but that's a real sucky, and might I say amateurish, way to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107447975080461326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107447975080461326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-havent-left-this-building-in-24.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107424267935518033</id><published>2004-01-16T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T00:46:32.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All the Myriad WaysI've shown some of you guys this individually, but just so we can all be on the same page, I present Man of Steel, Woman of Kleenex, by Larry Niven.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107424267935518033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107424267935518033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/01/all-myriad-ways-ive-shown-some-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107423879559952906</id><published>2004-01-15T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T23:41:49.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Class is in sessionI just got out of a 14-player dorm-on-dorm Halo match. First of all, you need to know that I hadn't really played Halo in almost five months before Tuesday. My neighbors needed a fourth for their Xbox, though, so I did my civic duty and volunteered. We're all pretty good; we were 6-0 yesterday against some guys from down the hall. So this guy from Villa, the neighboring (and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107423879559952906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107423879559952906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/01/class-is-in-session-i-just-got-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107413892998626813</id><published>2004-01-14T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T19:57:21.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, one just isn't enoughMy insulting name is Zebra bastard zebra zebra zebra zebra fucker Essence of sheer vile!What's yours?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107413892998626813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107413892998626813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/01/sometimes-one-just-isnt-enough-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107411262851173454</id><published>2004-01-14T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T12:39:00.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dork StormNew webcomics link over on ye olde sidebar: Dork Tower!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107411262851173454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107411262851173454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/01/dork-storm-new-webcomics-link-over-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107407401088197659</id><published>2004-01-14T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T01:55:21.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Soft brain perfect for crushingMy advanced writing class has a 3-9 male/female ratio. Most of them are attractive. 'Nuff said.After class today, I hopped downtown to hang out for awhile, then went to a dinner with Luke, the guy who runs an RPG group I've been involved with at PSU, as well as most of the other members of that group. We racked up a hefty tab on his parents dime, had some nice </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107407401088197659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107407401088197659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/01/soft-brain-perfect-for-crushing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107401733380288391</id><published>2004-01-13T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T10:10:44.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BACK IN SCHOOL YAY!!!1!1!!Or not. The point is, I've moved back in to the dreaded University of Portland Corrado Hall. Nothing's changed, really. Even my classes are mere echoes of the ones I had last semester. My calculus professor swears a lot (for a 60-year-old guy), and my physics professor sounds like she belongs on some sort of edu-tainment program. Computer Science is looking to be a real</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107401733380288391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107401733380288391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/01/back-in-school-yay11-or-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107380165197533789</id><published>2004-01-10T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T22:14:32.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*sound of minigun firing*Which Colossal Death Robot Are You?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107380165197533789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107380165197533789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/01/sound-of-minigun-firing-which-colossal.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107376934268385475</id><published>2004-01-10T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T13:19:37.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The continuing adventures of...It has been really cold and really wet, and quite frozen. At the beginning of the storm on Wednesday, when universities began closing, Andy trudged over here to hang out, followed by Charles in the evening. They were basically stuck here for three days, since it was nearly impossible to drive, or even walk anywhere. So we spent the time doing another one of our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107376934268385475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107376934268385475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/01/continuing-adventures-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107320681445672657</id><published>2004-01-04T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T15:32:33.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The usual nothingTurns out, school was good for updates. Maybe it was more interesting than I thought. Or, maybe I just have less to bitch about.So, because I know you're interested, here's a recent update on my life.1. Got and beat Call of Duty. Great game. Nuff said.2. For those of you who don't know, my extended family owns a cabin near La Pine, Oregon, and we went down there over New </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107320681445672657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107320681445672657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2004/01/usual-nothing-turns-out-school-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107248263833984954</id><published>2003-12-26T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T15:50:54.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm at work right nowBut I don't feel like working. CAD is soul-draining (-2 BM).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107248263833984954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107248263833984954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/12/im-at-work-right-now-but-i-dont-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107233484965978686</id><published>2003-12-24T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T22:47:45.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CoolnessIs the best way to describe Christmas Eve. We had a few new family members this year (births/marriages), so it was cool. I was also sore all day from paintball. Fun sport, but it really takes it out of you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107233484965978686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107233484965978686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/12/coolness-is-best-way-to-describe.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107223052967883043</id><published>2003-12-23T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T22:47:53.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Applied physicsPlayed paintball today at my aunt's house up in Woodland. There's some logging areas around there that are perfect, with lots of trees and uneven terrain. A great time was had by all. I didn't play extraordinarily well, but I did manage to single-handedly (and successfully) storm a fixed emplacement after sneaking up on it for ten minutes. I managed to avoid any real painful shots</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107223052967883043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107223052967883043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/12/applied-physics-played-paintball-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107215755942317444</id><published>2003-12-22T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T21:33:44.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OhI finished Force Heretic I: Remnant. Yay. On to number two.Thus continuing my tradition of forgetting things in my main post and choosing to make a new one instead of editing. I bet a bunch of comments for the last post will end up on this one anyway.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107215755942317444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107215755942317444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/12/oh-i-finished-force-heretic-i-remnant.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107215741059972069</id><published>2003-12-22T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T21:43:20.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well now...Yeah, yeah, no updates for awhile. I know you guys are all salivating to hear the latest tidbits about my life and adventures, so here goes.LAN party. Just about everyone who reads this was there, so my impressions. First, my computer was acting gay for the first couple of hours, which is pretty unusual and was starting to annoy me. ZoneAlarm kept locking down my computer whenever I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107215741059972069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107215741059972069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/12/well-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107155712083889065</id><published>2003-12-15T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T22:45:34.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>News updateU.S. soldiers to Saddam: "President Bush sends his regards."I don't know about you, but to me a line like that demands that execution-style gunshots be fired immediately following. Imagine Clint Eastwood saying something like that. You know the other guy would get a couple in the head afterwards. I understand the political implications of a U.S. soldier executing Hussein like that, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107155712083889065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107155712083889065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/12/news-update-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107155275365092744</id><published>2003-12-15T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T21:55:08.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The sky comes downI'm working once again at Hi-School Pharmacy. A lot's changed, actually; most of the department office has been rearranged, some of our servers have been switched around (Battlehammer is now Trinity, for instance. Go figure). The most striking thing is, being in the corporate office is like being on a sinking ship: you can tell the people are scrambling to get off. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107155275365092744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107155275365092744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/12/sky-comes-down-im-working-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107136189316245955</id><published>2003-12-13T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T16:31:46.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Creative stopLast night was the PSU Mega gamer's first Counter-Strike Tournament/LAN party. I have to say, it was a little underwhelming. The tournament was supposed to be double elimination, but it wasn't very will organized, and it took nearly two hours to get the first game going. For me, it was even less exciting because I was using my "new" laptop (formerly Becky's) that can run Half-Life, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107136189316245955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107136189316245955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/12/creative-stop-last-night-was-psu-mega.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107112170915002326</id><published>2003-12-10T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T21:49:48.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A land flowing with milk and honeyAt least you hope it's milk...Ooh...sorry. That was bad. Sorry. Let's just move on.Back home now, finals are over. The math one, who knows. I passed, but not well. Physics went much better, I just blasted through the first three quarters of the test and labored over the last one. I think I did okay, though, especially if he (the professor) curves it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107112170915002326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107112170915002326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/12/land-flowing-with-milk-and-honey-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107100885582521625</id><published>2003-12-09T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T14:27:47.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Under pain of deathIt's actually not death that's so painful, it's what comes right before....I took my philosophy final exam today. There's really not much more to say than that I totally kicked its ass. Barely studied, even. It's always nice to have a class I can do well in without really trying.Although I promised that I wouldn't start reading again until finals were over, all of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107100885582521625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107100885582521625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/12/under-pain-of-death-its-actually-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107085110298426574</id><published>2003-12-07T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T18:38:34.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Baby, why you gotta make me hit you?For some reason, all three services I connect to via Trillian (AIM, Yahoo, and MSN) can't seem to stay connected for more than a few minutes at most. This is no good. What's worse, none of these services let me know right away, so I'll keep on chatting at nothing for a few minutes until it says "Fatal error (couldn't receive flap): Error Code 10054" or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107085110298426574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107085110298426574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/12/baby-why-you-gotta-make-me-hit-you-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107083649838263228</id><published>2003-12-07T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T14:35:09.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Setting 'em upAnd knocking 'em down.I finished the last half of Ring last night in one marathon session. Andy says, and I would certainly agree, that the main theme of that book is the insignificance of mankind in an apathetic universe. Personally, I find that few somewhat pessimistic, but the book is well-written anyway. The entire thing is gloomy and melancholy, but quite interesting despite</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107083649838263228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107083649838263228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/12/setting-em-up-and-knocking-em-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107076904489133305</id><published>2003-12-06T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T19:51:47.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The unrighteous quake at my feetThe Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to Purgatory!Here is how you matched up against all the levels:LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)Very HighLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)LowLevel 2 (Lustful)LowLevel 3 (Gluttonous)ModerateLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Very LowLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)ModerateLevel 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107076904489133305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107076904489133305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/12/unrighteous-quake-at-my-feet-dantes.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107061333777271058</id><published>2003-12-05T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T00:35:48.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now that we've cleared that up...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107061333777271058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107061333777271058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/12/now-that-weve-cleared-that-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107057881461420255</id><published>2003-12-04T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T15:00:25.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You could warn them, if only you spoke HovitosToday was the second-to-the-last day of math class, and we were discussing our final exam on Wednesday. My professor says, "You can have a full notebook sheet of paper for notes. It's not going to help you, but you can have it anyway." I'd never thought anybody could be so intimidating without the obvious ability to kill me six times before I hit the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107057881461420255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107057881461420255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/12/you-could-warn-them-if-only-you-spoke.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107043443850747905</id><published>2003-12-02T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T22:54:54.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Or, why I hate mass transitI went to another book-signing/seminar thing at the downtown Borders. This one was sort of a benefit for the Endeavor awards, which is an award given to the best SF/fantasy authors in the northwest. In attendence were Ursula le Guin, Steve Barnes, Steve Perry, Kristine Kathryn Rusch, and Tananarive Due. It was the usual deal, where people would ask their questions, and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107043443850747905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107043443850747905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/12/or-why-i-hate-mass-transit-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107039646522486763</id><published>2003-12-02T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T12:21:15.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bevalier. Bradstreet BevalierIs my Mormon name. At least some of you already knew that, but it's funny anyway.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107039646522486763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107039646522486763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/12/bevalier.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107032661366985555</id><published>2003-12-01T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T16:58:59.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Real food comes from the microwaveBrad knows this.So, dead week begins. I feel like that one episode of Star Trek, where Worf has to go through that gauntlet of Klingons wielding pain sticks. It's kind of like that, but with more math. Sadly, much more. My calculus and physics finals are almost immediately sequential next Wednesday, so it's like getting kneed in both nuts at once. For you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107032661366985555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107032661366985555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/12/real-food-comes-from-microwave-brad.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107023473786807231</id><published>2003-11-30T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T15:25:47.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+2 to blogUsing the synergy bonus that I naturally get from Andy's blog, I now know what my life is rated according to the MPAA:My life is rated PG-13.What is your life rated?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107023473786807231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107023473786807231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/11/2-to-blog-using-synergy-bonus-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107018715044720566</id><published>2003-11-30T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T02:16:30.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It leaves a warm taste in my mouthFor the first time in four years, I have played Star Wars using the d6 system. And it was good. d20 is an extremely good system, overall. Its rules are comprehensive, and easy to learn. But, no matter how hard I tried, it just isn't Star Wars. I immediately fell back into the feeling of the movies and novels when playing d6. I can't quite explain it, but it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107018715044720566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107018715044720566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/11/it-leaves-warm-taste-in-my-mouth-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107010059078436796</id><published>2003-11-29T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T02:10:18.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A random ideaAs sort of an experiment, I'm posting my AIM and Yahoo screen names here just to see who bites.Both are OrderSponge, as it turns out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107010059078436796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107010059078436796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/11/random-idea-as-sort-of-experiment-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107009663873328266</id><published>2003-11-29T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T01:04:08.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Losin' my head on the chemical freewayI'm coming up on overload...Well, not really. I am, however, coming up on level 30, and a new hull upgrade. The Tahar Dawn Rising is one mighty fine ship, if I do say so myself.I saw the movie Timeline to day, and even though it was better than I expected, it still wasn't very good. It kind of reminded me of roleplaying in the sense that nobody was ever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107009663873328266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107009663873328266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/11/losin-my-head-on-chemical-freeway-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-107000388809090054</id><published>2003-11-27T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T23:18:17.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My heart beats without rhythmIt shouldn't hurt to move my eyes. It's not that late, but for some reason, I feel like I do after a long day at work. I dunno, maybe I'm just getting old.Thanksgiving was cool. My relatives are enjoyable to hang out with, which I've always sort of taken for granted, but I really appreciate not resenting family get-togethers. Plus, the food is good. Better than </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107000388809090054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/107000388809090054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/11/my-heart-beats-without-rhythm-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-106983178507818173</id><published>2003-11-25T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T23:56:56.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My limbs are moving of their own volitionMonkey see, monkey do. Two can play at this game, Andy.Books I've read since 28.8.03:The Hobbit, J.R.R TolkienThe Dark Wing, Walter H. HuntWorldwar: In the Balance, Henry TurtledoveThe Moon is a Harsh Mistress, Robert HeinleinSnow Crash, Neal StephensonCrusade, David Weber and Steve WhiteBrother Assassin, Fred SaberhagenChanur's Legacy, C.J. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106983178507818173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106983178507818173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/11/my-limbs-are-moving-of-their-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-106982541034249443</id><published>2003-11-25T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T21:44:20.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brad's LawIn general, people whose usernames describe either themselves or their hobbies (princess0521@..., soccerdude21@..., etc) are either newbies or losers. Or both.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106982541034249443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106982541034249443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/11/brads-law-in-general-people-whose.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-106982268192242905</id><published>2003-11-25T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T21:00:24.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Faster pussycat, kill kill!I have a physics exam at 9:15 tomorrow, and it's going to kick my ass if I don't study. I'm just not very good at physics. I don't know why, but it's true. Same with math. Which is why I want to get out of both of them as soon as possible.Anyway, because I have an exam, I am studying like crazy: old homework assignments, that "book of problems" that came with our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106982268192242905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106982268192242905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/11/faster-pussycat-kill-kill-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-106963492083687997</id><published>2003-11-23T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T17:02:54.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't get no-o...satisfaction...Earth and Beyond works, if you consider over 2 seconds of lag (on average) working. Still, I'm up to level 15 (nearly 17) and goin' strong. Needless to say, I look forward to getting my computer home for Thanksgiving break. I joined a clan, the Void Rangers, and they seem like a cool bunch. The usual suspects have joined up as well.The EGR110 freshman design </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106963492083687997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106963492083687997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-cant-get-no-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-106941235004897950</id><published>2003-11-21T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T03:06:17.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For the RepublicTo my extreme surprise, Earth and Beyond actually works on my PC at school! That's gotta be the only great thing I can say about the online service here. So, given the fact me and some of the guys (started by Nathan) are going to make a guild, I wanted to get my "space legs" again.I started up an old character, a level 25 Progen Sentinel....The place had absolutely fallen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106941235004897950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106941235004897950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/11/for-republic-to-my-extreme-surprise.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-106938379942636722</id><published>2003-11-20T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T19:03:26.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aim for their mainmast!I just realized that I never posted this, but I saw Master and Commander last Sunday when I was home. It was a really satisfying movie, despite my dislike of Russel Crowe. There was lots of cool naval action, and plenty of British words. It painted a quite, ah, uncompromising picture of shipboard life during the Napoleonic Wars. Its main point seemed to be, it would suck. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106938379942636722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106938379942636722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/11/aim-for-their-mainmast-i-just-realized.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-106931166775258361</id><published>2003-11-19T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T23:01:14.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn the torpedoesPlease.Pursuant to the story I am working on now, I need a lot of warship names. If any of you guys out there in readerspace think of any cool ones, please let me know.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106931166775258361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106931166775258361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/11/damn-torpedoes-please.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-106931007883676368</id><published>2003-11-19T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T22:36:25.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sense offenderEquilibrium is a very good movie, despite being heavily reminiscient of 1984 in the sense that it copies almost every aspect of that book in some form or another. One thing it does have that 1984 and Fahrenheit 451 lack is violence and graphic action sequences. Check it out.My life is boring. School (at least how I percieve it here at good ol' U of P) is nothing more than a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106931007883676368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106931007883676368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/11/sense-offender-equilibrium-is-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-106909714521504069</id><published>2003-11-17T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T11:26:10.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That name sounds like royalty; are you royalty?Random title generator. According to it, I am "Acting Fuhrer Junior Grade of The Black Army of People, Brad William Wheeler." I could get used to that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106909714521504069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106909714521504069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/11/that-name-sounds-like-royalty-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-10689687661170137</id><published>2003-11-15T23:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T19:10:15.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man, I have no idea what's going onThat line above is from Towelie, or Towely, or however you spell it from South Park. He's my dad's new favorite character. Those of you who know him are not surprised. Some things about him are really cool, others are just odd.I created my character today for Andy's new Heroes Unlimited campaign. Man, he's armed to the teeth. Charles claims he'll be something</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/10689687661170137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/10689687661170137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/11/man-i-have-no-idea-whats-going-on-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-106896878439670197</id><published>2003-11-15T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T23:46:29.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, rightIt's pathetic how much faster the internet is here than at school.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106896878439670197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106896878439670197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/11/oh-right-its-pathetic-how-much-faster.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-106884138388391927</id><published>2003-11-14T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T12:23:09.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I know youSo I think you'll try my new message board. Free is a very, very good price.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106884138388391927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106884138388391927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-think-i-know-you-so-i-think-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-106883487962312394</id><published>2003-11-14T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T10:34:44.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UsefulnessI was browsing around in my IE favorites list and came across this little jewel: the Science Fiction Writers of America web page. It's actually a professional organization, kind of guild-ish, actually. Some of their chat transcripts are kind of weird, almost; reading your favorite authors chatting it up like *gasp* real people is a different experience. Their "Writing: The Craft" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106883487962312394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106883487962312394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/11/usefulness-i-was-browsing-around-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-106883036204679636</id><published>2003-11-14T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T09:37:29.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoo-ah!I just completed registration for all of my classes this morning. Not only did I not have to worry about several prerequisites that had concerned me, the registrar lady commended my on my form-filling-out abilities. What a life. I'm taking the usual mix of calculus, physics, and computer science. The only classes I'm really interested in is my CS lab, which promises to be mildly amusing, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106883036204679636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106883036204679636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/11/hoo-ah-i-just-completed-registration.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-106879860330922916</id><published>2003-11-14T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T00:30:08.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Duuude...This is going to blow you away. I only totally beat it once.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106879860330922916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106879860330922916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/11/duuude.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-106879699080716093</id><published>2003-11-14T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T00:13:12.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Speaking of mind condoms...I had a math exam today. That is to say, I was bent sideways over my math textbook and violated in a horrible fashion. Why does that man insist on putting such unholy questions on his test? Proofs, man! Why does he insist on forcing us to reinvent the wheel on our exams, instead of just using it? It was very, very not fun.After that, I spent about 3 hours working </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106879699080716093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106879699080716093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/11/speaking-of-mind-condoms.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-106868883252351853</id><published>2003-11-12T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T18:00:37.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Because I know you careI know you'll visit this.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106868883252351853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106868883252351853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/11/because-i-know-you-care-i-know-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-106867343334192539</id><published>2003-11-12T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T17:48:00.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gah!Remember when I bid HaloScan never shut down? Well, it did. It also roughly coincided with some bizarre HTML errors on my page (everything was loaded to the sidebar, including my posts). Sometimes I hate the internet.In other news, Andy has a new campaign in the works, using Palladium's Heroes Unlimited system. He's going for a campy superhero-style game, and I personally thing that it'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106867343334192539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106867343334192539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/11/gah-remember-when-i-bid-haloscan-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-106853312201155964</id><published>2003-11-10T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T22:45:26.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It doesn't feel like a TuesdayI've joined the ranks of the truly pathetic and hopped on the bandwagon with this NaNoWriMo thing. And no, don't worry; I started writing after November 1 on a little side project of my own, inspired by some of the books I've been reading as of late. I kind of doubt I'll be successful, but I really need to get back into writing. I feel more complete when I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106853312201155964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106853312201155964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/11/it-doesnt-feel-like-tuesday-ive-joined.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026248.post-106852361780252078</id><published>2003-11-10T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T20:07:02.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want out of this outfitMilitary SF has its own set of cliches, but I really enjoy it, especially anything by David Weber. His Honor Harrington series really epitomized the genre, as far as I'm concerned. Crusade had an interesting premise: a group of colonists were forced to flee an Orion (the race humanity was fighting a war with at the time) through a blind warp point, a point that no survey</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106852361780252078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026248/posts/default/106852361780252078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scry.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-want-out-of-this-outfit-military-sf.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15885806312264844541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd: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>
