<?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-7157640</id><updated>2011-07-31T01:51:14.603+01:00</updated><category term='steam'/><title type='text'>Weblocution</title><subtitle type='html'>sending mixed messages...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-8974246414177358162</id><published>2010-09-17T23:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T00:03:14.944+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How (not) to plan folk dancing performances</title><summary type='text'>Ever got involved in folk dancing?  Ever tried to plan a public performance picking dancers from a mix-ability side?    Assume you have a repertory from which you select the dances for the event and sort them in sessions.  Since -as I presume- you have the dancers x dances matrix, it can be used for a variety of other purposes:       1. Grading of competence from 0 (none) to 4 (expert), for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/8974246414177358162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=8974246414177358162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/8974246414177358162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/8974246414177358162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-not-to-plan-folk-dancing.html' title='How (not) to plan folk dancing performances'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-5145677692785159594</id><published>2010-08-17T23:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T00:10:38.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Which side?</title><summary type='text'>Womb - playground - school - work - family - garden(ing) - cemetery.Inside - outside - inside - outside - inside - countryside - suicide.Not long now.  Who will notice?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/5145677692785159594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=5145677692785159594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/5145677692785159594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/5145677692785159594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2010/08/which-side.html' title='Which side?'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-6240514605683945839</id><published>2010-07-18T11:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T12:05:12.147+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpful warning</title><summary type='text'>While you are diving to your death...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/6240514605683945839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=6240514605683945839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/6240514605683945839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/6240514605683945839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2010/07/helpful-warning.html' title='Helpful warning'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TELfbc-74fI/AAAAAAAAADE/xMCHTQC1i5o/s72-c/DSCN1800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-2344723153205621524</id><published>2010-07-18T11:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T11:54:09.679+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steam'/><title type='text'>Cool thoughts for a hot summer</title><summary type='text'>




You must admit: This is cool!</summary><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=be097a3740afddfe&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/2344723153205621524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=2344723153205621524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/2344723153205621524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/2344723153205621524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2010/07/steam-vs-petrol.html' title='Cool thoughts for a hot summer'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-4622860649006743622</id><published>2008-08-27T22:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:09:35.784+01:00</updated><title type='text'>-free...-less... de-...</title><summary type='text'>Alcohol-free wine, lactose-free milk, sugarless sweets, decaffeinated coffee, artificial insemination, immaculate conception... Where's the substance in all that?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/4622860649006743622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=4622860649006743622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/4622860649006743622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/4622860649006743622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2008/08/free-less-de.html' title='-free...-less... de-...'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-2771836962728688250</id><published>2008-08-14T20:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T20:13:01.921+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand vistas? This one isn't!</title><summary type='text'>I love grand vistas... This one sucks.  It comes from Microsoft.  I tried to update with SP1 after a number of mishaps with is compatibility with several popular tools.  Several attempts failed.  Having despaired I resorted to M$oft support.  The advice was to trurn off a number of 'things' and 'prepare' by installing dozens of patches.  I was left with a wrecked system that I had to rescue and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/2771836962728688250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=2771836962728688250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/2771836962728688250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/2771836962728688250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2008/08/grand-vistas-this-one-isnt.html' title='Grand vistas? This one isn&apos;t!'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-6969695286684293188</id><published>2008-05-26T09:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T09:37:33.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Of nut trees and BlackBerries</title><summary type='text'>I had a little nut tree,Nothing would it bear,But a silver BlackBerryAnd a golden pear.The King of Spain's daughterCame to visit me,And all for the sakeOf my Black Berry.I skipped over the water,I danced over the sea,And all the birds that's in the air,they couldn't catch me.I dropped it in the brinyI dried in in the sunMy BlackBerry rebooted!It's such good fun.I got back all my messagesand wish </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/6969695286684293188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=6969695286684293188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/6969695286684293188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/6969695286684293188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2008/05/of-nut-trees-and-blackberries.html' title='Of nut trees and BlackBerries'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-2464084477860481861</id><published>2008-05-26T00:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:36:22.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Planting a family tree</title><summary type='text'>I do hate gardening.  I must be the most reluctant and inept gardener of all; but I do like gardens and nature at large. I was taken by the idea of planting a tree; one that grows fast and takes little care.  Some people who had the same urge chose the wrong tree.  They planted ..a family tree.  They were in for a nasty surprise:Firstly, family trees grow rather slowly; one should be lucky to see</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/2464084477860481861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=2464084477860481861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/2464084477860481861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/2464084477860481861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2008/05/planting-family-tree.html' title='Planting a family tree'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-3770153365040511844</id><published>2008-02-03T12:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-03T12:14:02.461Z</updated><title type='text'>Swiss cuckoo clocks?</title><summary type='text'>Harry Lime in "The Third Man", claims that 'under the Borgias, Italy had warfare, terror, murder and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love and five hundred years of democracy and peace, and what did they produce? The cuckoo clock.' Well, not even that, one might think, given that cuckoo clocks really came from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/3770153365040511844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=3770153365040511844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/3770153365040511844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/3770153365040511844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2008/02/swiss-cuckoo-clocks.html' title='Swiss cuckoo clocks?'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-815977785325807914</id><published>2008-01-29T22:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-29T23:19:13.387Z</updated><title type='text'>Money in the Bank?</title><summary type='text'>Once upon a time, people used to say "It's money in the bank", meaning something safe.  They also used to say "Safe as houses".  In a world of failing mortgage banks, such expressions have a hollow ring. My bank lost money.  Mine.  It gambled on my behalf.  If I wanted to gamble, I would have gone to a casino and have some fun doing it; not to a bank.  I now have to ...rob a bank to make up for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/815977785325807914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=815977785325807914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/815977785325807914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/815977785325807914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2008/01/money-in-bank.html' title='Money in the Bank?'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-667786174620378362</id><published>2008-01-19T10:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-19T10:48:32.165Z</updated><title type='text'>In the Land of the Dangerously Boring</title><summary type='text'>Having taken a vow of anonymity I cannot receive anything from anybody; not even help.  You can transmit your help to me ...transcendentally and without knowing the route.  Use IP Multicast :-)I seem to suffer from a peculiar form of mental illness.  The shrinks give me anti-depressant medicines that don't work but won't have me locked me up because I don't harm myself or anybody else physically.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/667786174620378362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=667786174620378362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/667786174620378362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/667786174620378362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-land-of-dangerously-boring.html' title='In the Land of the Dangerously Boring'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-8872750713674581538</id><published>2007-07-08T18:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T18:23:40.701+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's going to be Queen, then?</title><summary type='text'>Poor HSH Princess Marie-Sophia of Sayn-Wittgenstein-Berleburg (b. 1988), daughter of Princess Irina of Sayn-Wittgenstein-Berleburg has to wait for 999 people who are in-line to the throne of England to die for her to become Queen.  She often asks herself : "Am I bothered"?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/8872750713674581538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=8872750713674581538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/8872750713674581538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/8872750713674581538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2007/07/whos-going-to-be-queen-then.html' title='Who&apos;s going to be Queen, then?'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-631750389151337151</id><published>2007-04-08T09:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T09:18:02.794+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blasphemous thoughts on a holy day</title><summary type='text'>What to do with blasphemous children?- Easter today! - What's that?- Jesus was crucified as a rebel and then risen from the dead.- That's clever.... but I thought that was last year,mummy.- It is this year, too.  Every year. It's for The Glory Of God.Child thinks: "If Jesus is a 'repeat offender' why wasn't he detained at Her Majesty's pleasure so that he won't rebel again?  Another Home Office </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/631750389151337151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=631750389151337151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/631750389151337151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/631750389151337151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2007/04/blasphemous-thoughts-on-holy-day.html' title='Blasphemous thoughts on a holy day'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-1336679016936699906</id><published>2007-03-14T22:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-14T22:44:15.008Z</updated><title type='text'>a trident?</title><summary type='text'>The government has won Commons support for plans to renew the Trident system...We're going to pay £20bn to buy one of these?</summary><link rel='related' href='http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk_politics/6448173.stm' title='a trident?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/1336679016936699906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=1336679016936699906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/1336679016936699906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/1336679016936699906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2007/03/trident.html' title='a trident?'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/Rfh6ljTK1oI/AAAAAAAAAAo/BnYEi2P6Ov4/s72-c/trident.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-927004508023614464</id><published>2007-03-04T11:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:37:45.317Z</updated><title type='text'>Survival or revival</title><summary type='text'>No, I'm not dead - not yet.  I've just had a recurrence of what one might describe naively as 'mood swings'; 'peaks and troughs'; etc.  A local minimum was reached, predictably enough, over Xmas; but there was worse to come a few weeks later.  Quite debilitating; couldn't even blog about it.I am now on the mend; keeping myself very busy (at work) and folk dancing!Would you like to see my feet?  I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/927004508023614464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=927004508023614464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/927004508023614464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/927004508023614464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-i-not-dead-not-yet.html' title='Survival or revival'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/Req2XkzJTnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BlDdL7j9oHE/s72-c/Clogs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-116631157382030505</id><published>2006-12-16T23:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-16T23:26:13.830Z</updated><title type='text'>Political Correctness?  Look elsewhere.</title><summary type='text'>My previous posting was slated for child brutality, racism and what not.  As a result I decided not to approach the council with my idea of installing 'my' kind of roundabouts.  They actually prefer "roundabouts" to "crossroads".  They find the latter politically incorrect because of "cross" in the word - it is a religious symbol.  We can't have crossroads where I live.  We can't have "crescents"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/116631157382030505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=116631157382030505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/116631157382030505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/116631157382030505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2006/12/political-correctness-look-elsewhere.html' title='Political Correctness?  Look elsewhere.'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-116397131241410129</id><published>2006-11-19T21:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-19T21:21:52.416Z</updated><title type='text'>Magic roundabout</title><summary type='text'>I was walking along the High Street yesterday when I saw a portable roundabout for kiddies, paid for by the council, in an attempt to attract more shoppers to the remaining few shops which are not yet boarded up.  I thought of the immense potential of this machine:Parents can hand-cuff their children in it and go shopping without fear of them going astray or being kidnapped.The children will be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/116397131241410129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=116397131241410129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/116397131241410129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/116397131241410129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2006/11/magic-roundabout.html' title='Magic roundabout'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-116094242884632901</id><published>2006-10-15T20:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T23:37:41.950Z</updated><title type='text'>Research in Miss Marple's past</title><summary type='text'>I've been away for months, as you probably have (not) noticed.  Conducting research into Miss Marple's past.  For months I have been re-reading Agatha Cristie's novels, looking for clues ; to no avail.  Then I heard of the discovery of a yet unpublished manuscript, which contains revealing clues about Miss Marple's past.  Apparently, as the story goes in Once in a chapel, Miss Marple once </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/116094242884632901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=116094242884632901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/116094242884632901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/116094242884632901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2006/10/research-in-miss-marples-past.html' title='Research in Miss Marple&apos;s past'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-114695405974286751</id><published>2006-05-06T23:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T23:27:17.753+01:00</updated><title type='text'>From CAMRA to ...CAMREM</title><summary type='text'>CAMpaign for Real English Music is a personal campaign.  You are all welcome to join me.  I am the (one) founding member. There is no subscription, committe or newsletter.  What is it about?It is about fighting against the fashion of playing loud, repulsive, annoying, boring Americal cabaret music in English pubs where it bloody well doesn't belong!  Some forms of jazz?  Maybe yes.  Folk rock?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/114695405974286751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=114695405974286751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/114695405974286751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/114695405974286751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2006/05/from-camra-to-camrem.html' title='From CAMRA to ...CAMREM'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-113909395917015972</id><published>2006-02-04T22:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-05T11:59:38.640Z</updated><title type='text'>PUN-A-SONIC</title><summary type='text'>Pressurising...Pressure risingPlagiarising...Pleasure risingCarbonising...Carbon icingPhantacising...Fanta sizing?!That would be too far.Obsession with puns.My literary guns aretoo small to matter,no matter how muchthey matter to me.Now, then, what's the matter?My brain is drained.Brain-drain - here we go again...There is no more inspirationand more perspiration won't make up for its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/113909395917015972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=113909395917015972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/113909395917015972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/113909395917015972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2006/02/pun-sonic.html' title='PUN-A-SONIC'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-113831748621662309</id><published>2006-01-26T23:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-26T23:18:06.233Z</updated><title type='text'>Dubious rhymes</title><summary type='text'>I've been thinking... If a teacher dared to teach infants any of the following traditional rhymes, he/she will be put straight onto the sex offenders' register for corrupting them with sexual innuendo:Bobby Shafter went to sea,Silver buckles on his knee.He'll come back and marry me,Pretty Bobby Shafter.I love little pussy,Her coat is so warm,And if I don't hurt her,She'll do me no harm.So I'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/113831748621662309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=113831748621662309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/113831748621662309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/113831748621662309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2006/01/dubious-rhymes.html' title='Dubious rhymes'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-113490111060323981</id><published>2005-12-18T10:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-18T12:59:27.546Z</updated><title type='text'>Hark! The herald angels sing...</title><summary type='text'>Oh, Josepth do tell them to shut up.  They will wake up The Baby.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/113490111060323981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=113490111060323981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/113490111060323981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/113490111060323981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2005/12/hark-herald-angels-sing.html' title='Hark! The herald angels sing...'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-113369341752366366</id><published>2005-12-04T10:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-04T10:55:53.116Z</updated><title type='text'>Copy...what?</title><summary type='text'>Remember my websomething neoblogisms?  I'm going to bore you with some more; this time with copysomething as the theme:Copyright = the right to copy (or the copy that is right)Copywrong = the copy that is obviously wrongCopyleft = the opposite for Copyright (or a magazine left on the coffee-table)Copytheft = ripped-off content (or a magazine ...stolen from the coffe-table)Copylight = a magazine </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/113369341752366366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=113369341752366366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/113369341752366366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/113369341752366366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2005/12/copywhat.html' title='Copy...what?'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-113157553520464342</id><published>2005-11-09T22:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-09T22:44:46.906Z</updated><title type='text'>Pride in Prejudice</title><summary type='text'>At our company diversity covers a wide spectrum of attributes to include personal style, culture, age, race, gender, ethnicity, sexual orientation, language, physical ability, education, experience, religion, family, citizenship status, socio-economic circumstances, education and life experiences. All employees are to demonstrate sensitivity to the heritage, beliefs and attributes of other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/113157553520464342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=113157553520464342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/113157553520464342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/113157553520464342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2005/11/pride-in-prejudice.html' title='Pride in Prejudice'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-112957672213453952</id><published>2005-10-17T19:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T20:25:34.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh I do like to be beside the seaside...</title><summary type='text'>Where better to be on a sunny autumnal day off like today but Brighton?  Take photos of a clear blue sea under a near-cloudless blue sky, under a sun bright enough to let you off with having nothing but a shirt on your back.  Have a tasty fresh crab or braised rabbit, washed down with pretentious Sussex wine, at the "due south" restaurant in one of the King's Road arches, on the beach!  Then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/112957672213453952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=112957672213453952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/112957672213453952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/112957672213453952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-i-do-like-to-be-beside-seaside.html' title='Oh I do like to be beside the seaside...'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-112638835415529890</id><published>2005-09-10T22:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T22:39:14.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a circular argument</title><summary type='text'>a circular argument about the feasibility or infeasibility as the case may be of proving this to be a circular argument about the feasibility or infeasibility as the case may be of proving this to be a circular argument about the feasibility or infeasibility as the case may be of proving this to be a circular argument about the feasibility or infeasibility as the case may be of proving this to be</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/112638835415529890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=112638835415529890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/112638835415529890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/112638835415529890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2005/09/circular-argument.html' title='a circular argument'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-112457879557101270</id><published>2005-08-20T23:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T23:21:30.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My first experience of 6X</title><summary type='text'>This afternoon I drove past this Devizes Cathedral of brewing .  I found the nearby hotel where I once spent my first night after work as a young professional.  There, my American manager bought me a pint and warned me -in his Texan accent- that the food was good but the beer lousy beause "it is warm and flat":-) As a CAMRA supporter I decided to stay there, invited my girlfriend along and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/112457879557101270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=112457879557101270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/112457879557101270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/112457879557101270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-first-experience-of-6x.html' title='My first experience of 6X'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-112343496421694576</id><published>2005-08-07T18:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T18:16:04.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Make ... History</title><summary type='text'>Make Poverty History - OxfamMake Property History - Karl MarxMake Propriety History - Screaming Lord SuchMake Proprietary History - Bill GatesMake Popery History - 'Dr' Ian PaisleyMake Poetry History - The Weblocutor</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/112343496421694576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=112343496421694576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/112343496421694576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/112343496421694576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2005/08/make-history.html' title='Make ... History'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-112343423883810007</id><published>2005-08-07T18:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T18:06:42.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rats outside the rat-house</title><summary type='text'>Rotes Rathaus - Berlin's City Hall. Outside it I saw a rotting squashed rat (whatever else?).  It had been run over by a bus.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/112343423883810007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=112343423883810007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/112343423883810007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/112343423883810007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2005/08/rats-outside-rat-house.html' title='Rats outside the rat-house'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-112284698871141824</id><published>2005-07-31T22:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T22:58:24.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The inspiral spiral of spiritual consumption</title><summary type='text'>Dissipative processes near a gravitational wave emission, tidal heating or drag against a massive accretion disk can have as one of the possible outcomes...capture, inspiral and ultimate destruction...Breathe in the strong vapour,trying not to cough,when your spirit levelreaches a low trough.You may seek some solacein the dark red drinkand may soon forget herfaster than you think.When your walk </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/112284698871141824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=112284698871141824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/112284698871141824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/112284698871141824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2005/07/inspiral-spiral-of-spiritual_31.html' title='The inspiral spiral of spiritual consumption'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-112214261028795444</id><published>2005-07-23T19:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T09:55:22.982+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Schemata</title><summary type='text'>An orthogonal triangle       &lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;A statement of some architectural   rigour and regular stupidity in   in a frame of pure black ink.   Step out of this border   and you may die.   Difficulty at    the sharp   END.    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/112214261028795444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=112214261028795444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/112214261028795444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/112214261028795444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2005/07/schemata.html' title='Schemata'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-111921223958418290</id><published>2005-06-19T21:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T23:13:18.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><summary type='text'>…and then, at long last, there was silence.   Ssshhhh!  S_i_l_e_n_c_e.  [Aaaahhhh….]      If it weren’t for the tinnitus, he could say with certainty that he could hear nothing.  N_o_t_h_i_n_g.        At first, he welcomed his deafness.  It would liberate him from bad music, irritating nagging, general nonsense and boring small talk at work [There was also interesting Smalltalk at work].  He </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/111921223958418290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/111921223958418290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2005/06/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-111920252442927153</id><published>2005-06-19T18:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T18:35:24.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My future</title><summary type='text'>Planning one’s own future is futile.  God can do this sort of thing a lot better.  So, why bother?  After all, some of the parameters are non-negotiable; e.g. lifespan, health (oh yes, I know all about healthy eating, drinking and fucking in moderation).  In the past, I used to plan my future carefully.  In the future, I will continue doing this about my past.  Planning one’s past is a lot easier</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/111920252442927153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=111920252442927153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/111920252442927153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/111920252442927153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-future.html' title='My future'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-111904117212625926</id><published>2005-06-17T21:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T22:43:45.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Terminal Boredom</title><summary type='text'>Terminal BoredomIf you don't know what it is to be terminally bored, you will after you visit this site.  It is arguably the most boring site I have ever visited.Bored ...of Directors?  I certainly am...Bored of Directorsof metal detectorsof refuse collectorsof faulty connectorsof party defectorsof brain bisectorsof total rejectorsof boring websites</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/111904117212625926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=111904117212625926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/111904117212625926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/111904117212625926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2005/06/terminal-boredom.html' title='Terminal Boredom'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-111783350269812078</id><published>2005-06-03T21:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T22:18:22.703+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Synthetic phonics</title><summary type='text'>The kids will learn the sound of letters first.  They will later learn to spell.  "You're spelling is fundermertarly floored, James.  Its more Jermin than English.  You want pass you're exam like this.   Use a dixionary for Havens sake", wrote the teacher on his paper.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/111783350269812078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=111783350269812078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/111783350269812078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/111783350269812078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2005/06/synthetic-phonics.html' title='Synthetic phonics'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-111558695956602914</id><published>2005-05-08T22:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T23:24:18.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Biblical nonsense (read it like a rap)</title><summary type='text'>Adam and Eve went into the woods to taste the forbidden fruitAdam forgot to dress upright in a pinstriped gentleman’s suitGod the Almighty took offence at the sight of his nude behindAnd he didn’t miss that Eve’s behind appeared to be much in his mindHe threw them out in a terrible rage to fend for themselves in the wildBut they didn’t care for the Paradise Lost ‘cause the weather was certainly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/111558695956602914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=111558695956602914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/111558695956602914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/111558695956602914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2005/05/biblical-nonsense-read-it-like-rap.html' title='Biblical nonsense (read it like a rap)'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-111555601293240403</id><published>2005-05-08T13:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T13:41:47.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>R-over...</title><summary type='text'>Rover UK Official Website"This site is currently suspended" :-(  It feels like ringing the bell of your girlfriend's flat and the caretaker responding that she's moved out leaving no forwarding address or other contact details.  I now have a classic car; out of production, dodgy dealer providing Rover maintenance before he goes bust; uncertainty about all sorts of extended warranties for which I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/111555601293240403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=111555601293240403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/111555601293240403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/111555601293240403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2005/05/r-over.html' title='R-over...'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-111505369325204878</id><published>2005-05-02T18:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T18:11:59.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuclear submarine runs aground in London</title><summary type='text'>On its way upstream from the Thames estuary, this sub has run aground in Kew.  Thousands of visitors have flocked to the site.  It has become a major attraction.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/111505369325204878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=111505369325204878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/111505369325204878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/111505369325204878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2005/05/nuclear-submarine-runs-aground-in_02.html' title='Nuclear submarine runs aground in London'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-111498391390470337</id><published>2005-05-01T22:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T22:45:13.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanishing point</title><summary type='text'>“Speed away!  Speed away!  You’ve a long way to go.You should have left this place a long time ago”.What’s the point?  I can see no point ...in rushing.The point is vanishing however fast you travel towards it.There’s no point... Do you like my poetry?  Leave a comment.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/111498391390470337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=111498391390470337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/111498391390470337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/111498391390470337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2005/05/vanishing-point.html' title='Vanishing point'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-111498070874501948</id><published>2005-05-01T21:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T21:51:48.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>nIceBox  won't make me rich :-(</title><summary type='text'>http://diktyoma.blogspot.com/2005/02/nicebox-my-answer-to-mofts-hot-product.htmlMy new invention, described in 'my other blog', has failed to attract any interest from Venture Capitalists.  Such an obvious potential success!  They should be falling over each other with unlimited offers of dosh.  How am I going to build a prototype without it?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/111498070874501948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=111498070874501948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/111498070874501948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/111498070874501948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2005/05/nicebox-wont-make-me-rich.html' title='nIceBox  won&apos;t make me rich :-('/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-111485886208439041</id><published>2005-04-30T11:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T13:39:01.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Labouring under Liberal Conservatism for UK Independence and British National pride</title><summary type='text'>Yes, folks!  It's election time again.  Are you confused by my slogan?  Not as much as I am about the 'policies' of the major (and minor) parties.  Who's going to rob most of my money to give it to whom?  Who's going to give me more money robbed from whom?  Who's going to save my Health without regard to the health of my savings?  Who will keep undesirables out when he can't keep desirables in?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/111485886208439041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=111485886208439041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/111485886208439041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/111485886208439041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2005/04/labouring-under-liberal-conservatism.html' title='Labouring under Liberal Conservatism for UK Independence and British National pride'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-111308233067607231</id><published>2005-04-09T22:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T22:32:10.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Karol Jozef Wojtyla is no more</title><summary type='text'>So, farewell then, Karol Jozef Wojtyla; Bishop of Rome, Vicar of Jesus Christ, Successor of the Prince of the Apostles, Supreme Pontiff of the Universal Church, Patriarch of the West, Primate of Italy, Archbishop and Metropolitan of the Roman Province, Sovereign of the State of the Vatican City, Servant of the Servants of God...You were a true Leader who commanded the spiritual interests of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/111308233067607231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=111308233067607231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/111308233067607231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/111308233067607231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2005/04/karol-jozef-wojtyla-is-no-more.html' title='Karol Jozef Wojtyla is no more'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-111246395175064545</id><published>2005-04-02T18:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T18:45:51.753+01:00</updated><title type='text'>For four apartments and a shop...</title><summary type='text'>I was given a nice present yesterday, by a Greek I used to know in Athens.  It was a DVD with clips from Greek movies from 1924 to 2004; eighty years in the developement of the modern city of Athens as seen through the eyes of the cinematographer. The change in landscape, class system, morals, etc.  The central theme was the anarchic expansion through re-building.  People would make a deal with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/111246395175064545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=111246395175064545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/111246395175064545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/111246395175064545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2005/04/for-four-apartments-and-shop.html' title='For four apartments and a shop...'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-111071240358277591</id><published>2005-03-13T11:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-13T11:35:05.656Z</updated><title type='text'>Shortcut to Heaven</title><summary type='text'>BBC NEWS | Eight dead in US Church massacre Soon there will be roadblocks outside American churches, as well as Iraqi mosques.  Suicide with mass killing is all the rage.  Help your fellow humans by providing a shorter path from their place of worship to Heaven!  Atheists are safer; they don't frequent churches (unless they are trendy bishops, also found in gay bars).  Unfortunately, if they do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/111071240358277591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=111071240358277591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/111071240358277591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/111071240358277591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2005/03/shortcut-to-heaven.html' title='Shortcut to Heaven'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-110436364836543093</id><published>2004-12-29T23:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-01T15:44:00.463Z</updated><title type='text'>Tsunamics and tsunamissions</title><summary type='text'>Please give $generously$ to the rescue and reconstruction effort.   Give NOW!.  Then read on.Suddenly, billions of people have become painfully aware of this most natural of phenomena, the tidal wave.  'Natural' of course; predicable, possibly; avoidable, most certainly not.Scientists will now redouble their eforts to model tidal wave generation and propagation.  An obscure of Fluid Dynamics</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/110436364836543093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=110436364836543093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/110436364836543093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/110436364836543093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/12/tsunamics-and-tsunamissions.html' title='Tsunamics and tsunamissions'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-110374943105274637</id><published>2004-12-22T19:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-22T21:10:42.626Z</updated><title type='text'>Xmas lights delivering the message?</title><summary type='text'>Brilliant ideas (of mine, of course).  I'll leave the patenting to you:Xmas lights programmable to deliver Xmas greetings, carols, cooking advice and what not, in ...Morse code - which might appeal to erstwhile boy scouts, like me.Xmas lights with GPRS and GSM receiving and playing SMS or speech-to-text messages as above (from relatives and other annoying intruders of my Xmas peace), with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/110374943105274637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=110374943105274637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/110374943105274637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/110374943105274637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/12/xmas-lights-delivering-message.html' title='Xmas lights delivering the message?'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-110285516228767035</id><published>2004-12-12T13:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-12T12:45:10.400Z</updated><title type='text'>Mary had a little lamb...</title><summary type='text'>Armed police shoot errant sheepAny jay-walker, from unruly toddlers breaking loose from nanny's grip to demented dear old ladies who strayed off the pavement onto the carriageway should better look out.  Given that they will be in no position to identify a rightful owner, they may be shot for being "a danger to the public".  I mean, fancy grazing on the roundabout!Mary had a little lamb, it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/110285516228767035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=110285516228767035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/110285516228767035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/110285516228767035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/12/mary-had-little-lamb.html' title='Mary had a little lamb...'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-110237794024270898</id><published>2004-12-06T22:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-22T21:11:23.120Z</updated><title type='text'>"Feed the world!"</title><summary type='text'>I often wondered: why don't the Band Aid organisers teach the Africans to sing "feed the world"?  Wouldn't it be a more direct request than actually telling listeners to feed the world? My other half says that it wouldn't make money because people don't listen to begging starving Africans.  They prefer to listen to middle-class [well, "class" is not what comes to one's mind immediately] </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/110237794024270898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=110237794024270898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/110237794024270898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/110237794024270898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/12/feed-world.html' title='&quot;Feed the world!&quot;'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-110090015854917391</id><published>2004-11-19T21:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-19T22:09:42.723Z</updated><title type='text'>How things work</title><summary type='text'>If you ever wondered what is inside your knee, this will give you an idea.  You can actually see the keyhole scalpel shaving off some damaded cartilage in MY knee this morning. Eeeek! Cringe! Yuk!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/110090015854917391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=110090015854917391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/110090015854917391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/110090015854917391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/11/how-things-work.html' title='How things work'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-110089821175505700</id><published>2004-11-19T21:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-19T21:06:09.870Z</updated><title type='text'>Why a  penguin?</title><summary type='text'>Webbed feet are ideal for the web, as any fule kno'</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/110089821175505700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=110089821175505700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/110089821175505700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/110089821175505700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/11/why-penguin.html' title='Why a  penguin?'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-110004196260126949</id><published>2004-11-09T23:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-09T23:15:12.350Z</updated><title type='text'>Reagan stamps!</title><summary type='text'>Wired News U.S. Postal Service Unveils Ronald Reagan Stamp There will be people who will be spitting the front...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/110004196260126949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=110004196260126949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/110004196260126949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/110004196260126949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/11/reagan-stamps.html' title='Reagan stamps!'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-109984678373409212</id><published>2004-11-07T16:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-07T16:59:43.733Z</updated><title type='text'>Well done Paula!</title><summary type='text'>Radcliffe is really struggling as I am watching and blogging.  Can she do it?  Can she? YES!!! Well done - and I am the first to report it!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/109984678373409212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=109984678373409212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109984678373409212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109984678373409212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/11/well-done-paula.html' title='Well done Paula!'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-109909529750546271</id><published>2004-10-30T01:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T01:14:57.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More neoblogisms</title><summary type='text'>This time the topic is ...the web:Webserver - one who observes ...the webThe Webserver - a web-based edition of The Observer newspaperWebservant - a staff member retained to watch out for news on the webWebservatory - where one observes or conserves the webWebservative - a member of the Webservative PartyWebster - a web professional, like a web site designerWebstern - a webster who lives </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/109909529750546271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=109909529750546271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109909529750546271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109909529750546271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/10/more-neoblogisms.html' title='More neoblogisms'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-109909295693092546</id><published>2004-10-30T01:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T13:08:15.400Z</updated><title type='text'>Linux for the WWW</title><summary type='text'>What made Linux so successful as an Operating System for the web?  Well, Linus (the penguin) has webbed feet...This profound observation solves the mystery that has puzzled many an IT industry analyst in the last five years.  They had all failed to make the connection between webbed feet and web servers; something that had not escaped the attention of savvy computer scientists.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/109909295693092546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=109909295693092546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109909295693092546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109909295693092546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/10/linux-for-www.html' title='Linux for the WWW'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-109831118403137696</id><published>2004-10-20T23:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T23:29:01.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquae Sulis - that's Bath to you</title><summary type='text'>Working towntown Bath for a couple of weeks has been detrimental to my finances.  The temptation of shopping finally exceeded my natural tightfistedness [is there such a word?] and made me think: when am I going to spend some money on myself?  When my kids have spent it all and I no longer have it?  Bugger that!  So I bought a few things but stopped short of making Paul Smith and Justin richer.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/109831118403137696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=109831118403137696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109831118403137696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109831118403137696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/10/aquae-sulis-thats-bath-to-you.html' title='Aquae Sulis - that&apos;s Bath to you'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-109674578065911037</id><published>2004-10-02T20:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T20:36:20.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Even more neoblogisms</title><summary type='text'>I saw a site with neoblogisms, all about blogs.  I added some which I reproduce here.Blogfanity - none should be allowedBlogophony - in blogs containing voice clipsBlogometry - blogal geometryBlogalisation - worldwide (blogal) expansionBlogger's muddle - a bugger's muddle affecting bloggersPhiloblogy - the study of blog literatureBlog roll - blog material fit for toilet use</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/109674578065911037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=109674578065911037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109674578065911037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109674578065911037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/10/even-more-neoblogisms.html' title='Even more neoblogisms'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-109649269331715957</id><published>2004-09-29T22:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T22:18:13.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Toys-4-Us!</title><summary type='text'>I have a new laptop; an HP Pavilion.  It weighs a ton (well, nearly; 3.5kg).  It is robust; it can be dropped on the carpeted floor without risk of smashing.  It keeps my lap warm and my laptop cat complaining.  I let her type and 'use' the mouse in this cute way that cats do: shoving it along with a paw, then pouncing on it; then tossing it into the air; then ignoring it. My cat is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/109649269331715957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=109649269331715957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109649269331715957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109649269331715957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/09/toys-4-us.html' title='Toys-4-Us!'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-109597788315918841</id><published>2004-09-23T22:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T23:18:03.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint it black [said the rolling stone]</title><summary type='text'>I went on a uni Open Day today with my son.  It coincided with a freshers' reception. Thousands of kids milling around.  The colour was black.  Not (just) the skins but the clothes.  The place was dominated by muslim females in black clothes and headgear that left ...everything to the imagination.  No, it was not in Tehran; it was in London!  I felt intimidated.  One dared not speak in case he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/109597788315918841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=109597788315918841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109597788315918841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109597788315918841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/09/paint-it-black-said-rolling-stone.html' title='Paint it black [said the rolling stone]'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-109511740988882945</id><published>2004-09-13T23:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T00:25:15.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nouns of Assemblage</title><summary type='text'>Generations of English shoolchildren had to learn about...- a spring of teals [or maybe a summer of water-hens]- a parliament of owls [not a parliament of fools?]- a bench of bishops [..and maybe a (saucier) bedful of actresses ]- a murder of crows [ or perhaps a felony of bankers - not a wunch, it's too lenient]Excuse me but these real nouns exceed in absurdity the zaniest of Monty Python </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/109511740988882945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=109511740988882945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109511740988882945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109511740988882945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/09/nouns-of-assemblage.html' title='Nouns of Assemblage'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-109483064826361372</id><published>2004-09-10T16:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T16:37:28.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting  Ffffat!</title><summary type='text'>As a one-time anorexic kid who believed fat people should (not just 'may') die young, I am particularly distressed by having suddenly become overweight over a period of eight months, for no apparent reason.  My other half believes that worry about my body will kill me before excess weight.  That's because 'my other half' is really 'my other 55%' in weight; the term "other half" is grossly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/109483064826361372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=109483064826361372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109483064826361372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109483064826361372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/09/getting-ffffat.html' title='Getting  Ffffat!'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-109408226188799860</id><published>2004-09-02T01:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T20:24:29.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More neoblogisms</title><summary type='text'>I may have enough of these to start a dictionary, I suppose:- Cardenial Sin = Lying about who was driving above the speed limit- Quantomechanicar = A car whose exact whereabouts and speed are indeterminate- Premolition = A nasty feeling that the house you're in will soon be demolished- QUERTY cheeseboard = One that allows trouble-free munching of cheese and biscuits with the one hand while </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/109408226188799860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=109408226188799860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109408226188799860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109408226188799860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/09/more-neoblogisms.html' title='More neoblogisms'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-109408051219581514</id><published>2004-09-02T00:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T00:15:12.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DLE+DODC</title><summary type='text'>Two famous archaic masterpieces by Homer (Simpson?  In his 'idiosyncratic' spelling?)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/109408051219581514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=109408051219581514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109408051219581514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109408051219581514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/09/dledodc.html' title='DLE+DODC'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-109330073122871936</id><published>2004-08-23T23:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T23:40:55.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!  Bicycle Repairman!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/109330073122871936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=109330073122871936' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109330073122871936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109330073122871936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/08/wow-bicycle-repairman.html' title='Wow!  Bicycle Repairman!'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-109273492064932039</id><published>2004-08-17T10:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T23:41:56.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wired News: Is AM Radio Harmful?</title><summary type='text'>Wired News%3A Is AM Radio Harmful%3F I don't know about AM, FM or any other M; but Radio 1 and suchlike stations are DEFINITELY harmful and they ought to be ceremoniously closed down, their staff hung and quartered and ex-listeners hunted down and submitted to humiliating rehabilitation in Radio 3 boot camps.What?  Did somebody just accuse me of political incorrectness and cultural intolerance?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/109273492064932039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=109273492064932039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109273492064932039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109273492064932039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/08/wired-news-is-am-radio-harmful.html' title='Wired News: Is AM Radio Harmful?'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-109138257791294559</id><published>2004-08-01T18:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T23:38:02.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Old photos</title><summary type='text'>Printed, 'real' photos; from ancient b+w to modern colour glosies.  The archive is of monumental size.  Six cubix feet.  The proportion of interesting ones is very near zero.  My life has been a depressing sequence of boring holidays, boring parties, boring publicity opportunities at work.  I think that photography should be regulated and made very expensive (e.g. it should include a £50 levy per</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/109138257791294559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=109138257791294559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109138257791294559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109138257791294559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/08/old-photos.html' title='Old photos'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-109114216072155219</id><published>2004-07-29T23:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T18:32:33.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Very cross words</title><summary type='text'>I'm challenging Araucaria to a duel over Guardian No 23,206.  What on Earth can spell ---B-D with a clue "Round number entry - retire for night?".  I've given up this clue after even my trusted crossword crackers (which I use strictly for verification only when the crossword seems complete; honest!) haven't come up with any useful words.  Baahh!I was wondering how crossword setters entertain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109114216072155219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109114216072155219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/07/very-cross-words.html' title='Very cross words'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-109096753751641291</id><published>2004-07-27T23:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T18:10:59.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A hope for English cricket?</title><summary type='text'>Did you know that cricket is becoming extinct in England?  The British field cricket survives only in Sussex - of all counties.  Apparently the London Zoo is involved in its rescue; a mere stone's throw from Lords' cricket ground where it once thrived.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109096753751641291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109096753751641291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/07/hope-for-english-cricket.html' title='A hope for English cricket?'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-109094256780242634</id><published>2004-07-27T16:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T16:36:07.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexion on inflexion</title><summary type='text'>Well, what do you know... WHAT do you know?  What DO you know?  What do YOU know?  What do you KNOW?So many questions in just four words all in all!  Inflexion makes the difference... Indeed, a knowledge management system (KMS) worth its salt should answer ALL of them easily.  It should know who knows what, to what degree; i.e., what the collective knowledge is and who is the authoritative </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/109094256780242634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=109094256780242634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109094256780242634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109094256780242634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/07/reflexion-on-inflexion.html' title='Reflexion on inflexion'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-109077146716839751</id><published>2004-07-25T17:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T17:06:22.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grosse Hamburger Str.</title><summary type='text'>Location, location, location</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/109077146716839751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=109077146716839751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109077146716839751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109077146716839751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/07/grosse-hamburger-str.html' title='Grosse Hamburger Str.'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-109009213738919211</id><published>2004-07-17T20:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T20:25:28.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The right profile</title><summary type='text'>A kitemark of executive excellence</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/109009213738919211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=109009213738919211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109009213738919211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/109009213738919211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/07/right-profile.html' title='The right profile'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-108966662668593827</id><published>2004-07-12T22:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T22:10:26.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I?</title><summary type='text'>Now, here’s a riddle for the thinking reader  (One who reads to think or who thinks of reading or thinks she’s reading):I am shut in an airtight container; not  a box, something rounder and warm.  I was born here.  My ancestors have been born here, lived here, died here.  Others like me came from outside but there was a lot of incest taking place.  Oh, yes!   Most of us were the result of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/108966662668593827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=108966662668593827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108966662668593827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108966662668593827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/07/what-am-i.html' title='What am I?'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-108958729360543467</id><published>2004-07-12T00:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T00:17:34.910+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Diktyoma</title><summary type='text'>Diktyoma This is my other blog, focused on IT.  This one will be maintained for personal thoughts outside IT.Such a division of interests may be trivial to other people but to me it is a major departure from the integrated norm. On this count, Diktyoma is very much experimental. It is intended to be devoid of personal trivia, events, etc.  However, I can't always keep my technical thinking on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/108958729360543467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=108958729360543467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108958729360543467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108958729360543467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/07/diktyoma.html' title='Diktyoma'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-108950426904748959</id><published>2004-07-11T00:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T01:04:29.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of energy?  Well, read below...</title><summary type='text'>Remember my silly, sleepy question about the weight of a Megabyte?  Well, here's how to work it out and I'll leave the practical arithmetic to you.  I flicked through my own Ph.D. thesis and in subsection 1.2.6 I found two pages full of sums and references to other papers.  One of them, published in ACM Performance Evaluation Review [that was my stock and trade] V1 N3 1972 by R.R. Johnson, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/108950426904748959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=108950426904748959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108950426904748959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108950426904748959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/07/bit-of-energy-well-read-below.html' title='A bit of energy?  Well, read below...'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-108946565854991923</id><published>2004-07-10T13:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T00:36:33.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlbury 7th beer festival</title><summary type='text'> Charlbury, Oxon.  You should have come to taste some REAL ale in the Cotswolds (in England, for all you ignorant foreigners) and enjoyed the typical English summer weather: blustery showers and some feeble sunshine. Top ales were Hook Norton Haymaker 5%, Cairngorm Wild Cat 5.1%, Springhead Roaring Meg 5.5% - hardly rocket fuel, really; but it's the taste that matters.Importantly, the Beer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/108946565854991923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=108946565854991923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108946565854991923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108946565854991923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/07/charlbury-7th-beer-festival.html' title='Charlbury 7th beer festival'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-108933723355122492</id><published>2004-07-09T02:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T21:50:44.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The two little rabbits and the Firefox</title><summary type='text'>Once upon a time there were two happy little rabbits.  The  Firefox ate them!  The End.Firefox may be a cruel carnivore (although the Firefox cubs are very cute); but it is the best browser around.  Try it.  I'm using it right now, on an ancient laptop, to blog.  The laptop weighs a ton but the 5MB download installed in a flash and hasn't made it any heavier.  Amazing, isn't it?  All these MBs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/108933723355122492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=108933723355122492' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108933723355122492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108933723355122492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/07/two-little-rabbits-and-firefox.html' title='The two little rabbits and the Firefox'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-108922871043013239</id><published>2004-07-07T20:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T20:31:50.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash-Mob DIY supercomputers</title><summary type='text'>Welcome to FlashMobComputing.orgThey used to say "don't try this at home".  Oh no,  please do.  "With a little help from your friends" you could 'grid' together hundreds of Gigaflops.  You can then use this grid to conduct weather forecasting covering your Parish for the Church Fete weekend, design a better exhaust system for your 30 year-old Ford Sierra or simply show off to your colleagues how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/108922871043013239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=108922871043013239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108922871043013239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108922871043013239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/07/flash-mob-diy-supercomputers.html' title='Flash-Mob DIY supercomputers'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-108919907907069179</id><published>2004-07-07T12:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T15:44:16.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Freemasonry (seriously this time)</title><summary type='text'>Announcing the Web of HiramThis looks like a definitive piece of work on Freemasonry.  It features no piles of bricks and other masonry and contains numerous academic and 'independent' references.  The Book of Hiram makes tedious reading and amazed me with the tenacious adherence of the authors to their (plausible) conjecture.  Rad it; see what you think.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/108919907907069179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=108919907907069179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108919907907069179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108919907907069179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/07/freemasonry-seriously-this-time.html' title='Freemasonry (seriously this time)'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-108913101945743015</id><published>2004-07-06T17:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T17:23:39.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheating when doing crosswords?</title><summary type='text'>If you want to be 'professional' about it, use this site: Granny Alice's Crossword cracker</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/108913101945743015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=108913101945743015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108913101945743015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108913101945743015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/07/cheating-when-doing-crosswords.html' title='Cheating when doing crosswords?'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-108906686679129807</id><published>2004-07-05T23:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T23:35:47.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost?</title><summary type='text'>I feel a bit out of place in here</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/108906686679129807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=108906686679129807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108906686679129807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108906686679129807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-feel-bit-out-of-place-in-here.html' title='Lost?'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-108906600058295594</id><published>2004-07-05T23:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T23:25:04.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Freemasonry</title><summary type='text'>Piles of it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/108906600058295594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=108906600058295594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108906600058295594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108906600058295594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/07/freemasonry.html' title='Freemasonry'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-108895645096255387</id><published>2004-07-04T16:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T10:08:52.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As I said: ball games bore me</title><summary type='text'>What did I say? "And now for something completely different: Tim Henmann NOT winning the Wimbledon final".  Well, it happened; well before the final.  I was reduced to watching two other males, one of them very ugly, hitting a little ball about with a racket.  The ugly one won.Yesterday, two young women were doing the same.  The darker one of the two had extremely strong and attractive thighs.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/108895645096255387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=108895645096255387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108895645096255387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108895645096255387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/07/as-i-said-ball-games-bore-me.html' title='As I said: ball games bore me'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-108872026712432968</id><published>2004-07-01T23:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T15:15:48.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parga - Northwestern Greece</title><summary type='text'>Here I come.  Only four weeks now...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/108872026712432968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=108872026712432968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108872026712432968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108872026712432968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/07/parga-northwestern-greece.html' title='Parga - Northwestern Greece'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-108861611726447275</id><published>2004-06-30T18:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T17:38:16.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Neoblogisms (or simply weblogisms)</title><summary type='text'>I like making up new meaningful words out of other words:- Compromission: a compromised mission, doomed before it started- Pleasantipathy: hiding one's antipathy behind pleasantries- Presentipity: serendipitous windfall of unexpected presents- Unicyclopedia: everything you need to know about unicycles- Copperation: helping the police- Copularity: millions tuning to Reality TV to watch live</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/108861611726447275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=108861611726447275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108861611726447275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108861611726447275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/06/neoblogisms-or-simply-weblogisms.html' title='Neoblogisms (or simply weblogisms)'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-108861521870314245</id><published>2004-06-30T18:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T18:43:28.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve's adventures in home working</title><summary type='text'>Adventures in home workingThis is a very educational blog, from a deep thinking colleague of mine whose workstyle recently changed partly by fate and partly by choice.  Visit the blog and you will greatly benefit from the variety and quality of his articles on IT and other matters.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/108861521870314245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=108861521870314245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108861521870314245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108861521870314245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/06/steves-adventures-in-home-working.html' title='Steve&apos;s adventures in home working'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-108837022230947511</id><published>2004-06-27T22:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T15:09:22.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A well-designed webspace</title><summary type='text'>Elizabeth Buie's Webspace Elizabeth is a dear friend of mine and an expert in human-computer interfaces.  See for yourselves.  Visit her site and learn from it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/108837022230947511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=108837022230947511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108837022230947511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108837022230947511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/06/well-designed-webspace.html' title='A well-designed webspace'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-108835533288377083</id><published>2004-06-27T17:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T22:09:08.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And now for an amateur's attempt</title><summary type='text'> Weblocution My own webspace</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/108835533288377083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=108835533288377083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108835533288377083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108835533288377083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/06/and-now-for-amateurs-attempt.html' title='And now for an amateur&apos;s attempt'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-108835453980481926</id><published>2004-06-27T17:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T17:44:01.273+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage report on a lost treasure</title><summary type='text'>Spotlight On: OMNI Magazine *Writers Write -- The IWJ*Deep sigh :-(  OMNImag is no more.  Long gone now.  NEVER forgotten.  I've got some paper copies somewhere, since the early 80s.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/108835453980481926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=108835453980481926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108835453980481926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108835453980481926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/06/vintage-report-on-lost-treasure.html' title='Vintage report on a lost treasure'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-108835324659641218</id><published>2004-06-27T17:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T13:53:17.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Indisoft: the answer to Microsoft</title><summary type='text'>HP now offers Open Sauce alternatives to Microsoft products</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/108835324659641218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=108835324659641218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108835324659641218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108835324659641218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/06/indisoft-answer-to-microsoft.html' title='Indisoft: the answer to Microsoft'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-108825624345277860</id><published>2004-06-26T14:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T17:47:11.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A  cat in Lesbos</title><summary type='text'>Yes, you can call her a lesbian pussy, if you wish.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/108825624345277860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=108825624345277860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108825624345277860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108825624345277860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/06/cat-in-lesbos.html' title='A  cat in Lesbos'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-108816455155236063</id><published>2004-06-25T12:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T22:39:16.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coded messages in Pepys' Diary</title><summary type='text'> Pepy's DiaryI quote: "Pepys' diary was written in shorthand so could not easily be read by a casual browser. "  Let's see... He got it wrong. Reads a bit like HTML, intelligible to any browser.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/108816455155236063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=108816455155236063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108816455155236063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108816455155236063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/06/coded-messages-in-pepys-diary.html' title='Coded messages in Pepys&apos; Diary'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-108777503649425632</id><published>2004-06-21T00:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T22:43:14.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Robots race across the Mojave Desert</title><summary type='text'>DARPA's Grand Challenge Robot Wars?  You ain't seen nothin' yet! Cool stuff for robot geeks.  Don't miss!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/108777503649425632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=108777503649425632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108777503649425632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108777503649425632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/06/robots-race-across-mojave-desert.html' title='Robots race across the Mojave Desert'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-108725244770684011</id><published>2004-06-14T23:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T17:51:13.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My latest passport photo</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/108725244770684011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=108725244770684011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108725244770684011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108725244770684011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-latest-passport-photo_14.html' title='My latest passport photo'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-108699238904864905</id><published>2004-06-11T23:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T17:50:03.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stewart Warner</title><summary type='text'>We once had one of these.  Ours was brown.  Mr Cholmondley-Warner would read the News.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/108699238904864905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=108699238904864905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108699238904864905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108699238904864905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/06/stewart-warner.html' title='Stewart Warner'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-108680872160744827</id><published>2004-06-09T20:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T20:18:41.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Delights</title><summary type='text'>A poem not read ~A dish cooked but not tasted ~A love not consciously felt ~A quintessentially secret, unspoilt delight.Who knows of its existence, save for its author?If God had not created Man, who would know of Heaven and Earth?I am the God of Poetry!One day, I shall create some readers.Until then, my poems are mine and mine alone;written to be read in absolute solitude and silence.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/108680872160744827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=108680872160744827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108680872160744827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108680872160744827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/06/secret-delights.html' title='Secret Delights'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-108645851098357922</id><published>2004-06-05T18:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T19:01:51.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BlackBerry jam</title><summary type='text'>My BlackBerry was stuck in a GPRS traffic jam this morning. AT&amp;T wouldn't connect me and I switched to T-Mobile to send out this trash. Maybe there was a BlackBerry congestion. A jam. Yum! Seeing me using this baby, killing time,  some folk take me for a real geek. Sad people, I would say, that never tasted BlackBerry.  A colleague just interrupting me to show me his PDA that does SQL and plays </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/108645851098357922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=108645851098357922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108645851098357922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108645851098357922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/06/blackberry-jam.html' title='BlackBerry jam'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-108645748966114492</id><published>2004-06-05T18:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T09:27:13.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Philadelphia blues</title><summary type='text'>I'm stuck in a hotel in Philly. It' raining and I'm dying of boredom, sitting at Starbucks after a conference and mulling over the exciting things I learned about how the Semantic Web will cure all ills in Knowledge and Information Management. Yea? From html to xml to rfd in easy steps. Like learning your KM ABC. I've 'just' noticed that even ABC is a TLA. Every f...ing idea soon gets turned into</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/108645748966114492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=108645748966114492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108645748966114492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108645748966114492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/06/philadelphia-blues.html' title='Philadelphia blues'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-108595299781223954</id><published>2004-05-30T22:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T22:36:37.813+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bisham Abbey, near home</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/108595299781223954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=108595299781223954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108595299781223954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108595299781223954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/05/bisham-abbey-near-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157640.post-108593476960557502</id><published>2004-05-30T17:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T17:32:49.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ball games bore me</title><summary type='text'>I spent several minutes watching Henmann being humiliated and then going on to win.  This guy has such a surly face when playing; like a brat who has been punished by his games master by being sent to play tennis.  He bores me to tears.  Tennis is not actually boring but as for golf, well...One could make golf interesting by adding some features to the golf course such as:silly noises coming </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/feeds/108593476960557502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7157640&amp;postID=108593476960557502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108593476960557502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157640/posts/default/108593476960557502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblocution.blogspot.com/2004/05/ball-games-bore-me.html' title='Ball games bore me'/><author><name>Owl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030173935758780329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VwcAFer_Ctc/TJU03vudKjI/AAAAAAAAADU/jbeCkj9ukfM/S220/owl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
