<?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-9406294</id><updated>2011-04-22T14:45:39.358+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Is blog. Is good.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-8994723570685729518</id><published>2007-07-23T20:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T20:21:30.242+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Muffin is a funny word.</title><content type='html'>Indeed it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also enjoy making them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight it's Banana and Golden Syrup muffins. Taaaaaasssty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No eggs? No worries...Just make it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some oil, bananas (old ones are better), sugar, flour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out too thick so I added some milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muuccchh better! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come in two sizes too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Bite Size' and 'Large'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe that should be 'Bite Size' and 'Obese'? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too politically incorrect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-8994723570685729518?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/8994723570685729518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=8994723570685729518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/8994723570685729518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/8994723570685729518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2007/07/muffin-is-funny-word.html' title='Muffin is a funny word.'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-6763904207331513713</id><published>2007-06-01T00:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T00:43:06.458+10:00</updated><title type='text'>For once, I agree with Jim Schembri</title><content type='html'>I feel odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost every movie review I read by Jim Schembri (The Age) I disagree with, but now, I completely agree with an article he wrote about, of all things, Big Brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did watch the first few seasons of Big Brother, before the novelty wore off, but until now I haven't watched any other seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for those of you not in the 'know' the most recent Big Brother controversy raised by the 'media' is that of one of the housemate's (Emma) father's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Jim's article &lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au/news/tv--radio/let-emma-be/2007/05/29/1180205232567.html?page=fullpage#contentSwap1" target="main"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the issue was raised I agreed with Jim's point of view. I wish some people would just think about the different ways people deal with life's big moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-6763904207331513713?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/6763904207331513713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=6763904207331513713&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/6763904207331513713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/6763904207331513713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2007/06/for-once-i-agree-with-jim-schembri.html' title='For once, I agree with Jim Schembri'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-7161231395395267134</id><published>2007-05-30T02:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T02:27:42.521+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging on the Bog</title><content type='html'>I'm not ashamed to admit I'm writing this post whilst on the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have often found the toilet to be extremely comfortable to read and/or write on. I believe this is because the toilet seat is designed with the utmost comfort in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfort = Comfortable. It's that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Japan (among other places - I'm sure) they like to use electrically heated toilet seats. This makes for an even more comfortable experience as there is no need to use excess body heat to&lt;br /&gt;raise the temperature of the seat to the same as the posterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is so cold that just thinking about the act of placing my naked behind on the cold ceramic throne makes me shiver in fright. However, these things must be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on! In the name of human functions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.E&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-7161231395395267134?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/7161231395395267134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=7161231395395267134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/7161231395395267134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/7161231395395267134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2007/05/blogging-on-bog.html' title='Blogging on the Bog'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-5513444976397042645</id><published>2007-05-27T21:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T21:50:54.298+10:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAAAT?</title><content type='html'>I'm back?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;It can't be true.&lt;br /&gt;Is this really happening?&lt;br /&gt;Well...probably not, but, you know, I kind of missed this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging went through a phase: It was unheard of. It was heard of. It was used. It was abused. It was used by all and now, it is used by some. Some = me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick. Cold-sick (for those of you that thought I meant Sick in the head-sick or throw up-sick).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on traveling ALL around the world next year. It will be my 'maturation holiday'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-5513444976397042645?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/5513444976397042645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=5513444976397042645&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/5513444976397042645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/5513444976397042645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2007/05/whaaat.html' title='WHAAAT?'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-112606902520286677</id><published>2005-09-07T14:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T14:57:05.206+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tram Hijinks - Part 2</title><content type='html'>So today I'm waiting for the number 72 tram again. I arrive at 9:07. The tram is scheduled to arrive at 9:10. 9:10 passes. The next tram is scheduled to arrive at 9:19. 9:19 passes. I decide to ring the Metlink Information line to see if there's going to be an even longer delay. The conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recorded Message: All our operators are currently busy. Your call will be answered shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;30 seconds pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone Operator (P.O): Hello. Metlink. This is [Insert indescipherable name here]. How may I help you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi. I've been waiting for the number 72 tram to Melbourne University for about 20 minutes and I'm just wondering if you know if there's been an accident or something that's delaying the tram?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.O: No. There's nothing that I know of. I'll just check though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Checking sounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.O: Oh. Yeah. There's a [insert indescipherable object here] blocking the trams. They've said it should take about 20 minutes to clear and that was 15 minutes ago. So there should be a tram in 5 minutes. Is that okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah. That's fine. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hang Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Alternative Ending:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.O: Oh. Yeah. There's a [insert indescipherable object here] blocking the trams. They've said it should take about 20 minutes to clear and that was 15 minutes ago. So there should be a tram in 5 minutes. Is that okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No. It's not really okay. I mean, I'm going to be late, not that it matters. Plus, I've been sitting on this bench for about 20 minutes. It was lucky I have a portable music player otherwise I'd probably be asking for a bit more from you; perhaps some kind of "We're so sorry about the problems we've been having with our system. Here, have a life-time Zone 1,2 &amp; 3 ticket" apology gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-112606902520286677?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/112606902520286677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=112606902520286677&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/112606902520286677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/112606902520286677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/09/tram-hijinks-part-2.html' title='Tram Hijinks - Part 2'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-112557599656290967</id><published>2005-09-01T21:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T21:59:56.566+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tram Hijinks</title><content type='html'>Question: What is wrong with Victoria's public transport system?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: I don't know, but I'm trying to find out.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;(refer to &lt;a href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/06/train-hijinks.html' Target='Main'&gt;Train Hijinks&lt;/a&gt;, particularly the farting incident.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number 72 tram is running late which, suprisingly, is abnormal. It finally comes and due to it's delay it is quite full already. Not just: "Oh, I won't get a seat" full  or "Wow! I'm standing pretty close to this guy" full, but "Sorry for placing the entire  front of my body against the entire back of your body" full (also known as 'Bulging Door Syndrome'). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I squeeze in. The doors close. The tram starts to move, and low and behold (I don't even understand that saying) I smell the familiar scent of brown gas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-112557599656290967?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/112557599656290967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=112557599656290967&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/112557599656290967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/112557599656290967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/09/tram-hijinks.html' title='Tram Hijinks'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-112428358367577362</id><published>2005-08-17T22:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T22:59:43.680+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers</title><content type='html'>Nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;Right here.&lt;br /&gt;Not much really.&lt;br /&gt;A mixture of lack of time and lack of energy.&lt;br /&gt;Melt equal quantities of good quality chocolate and cream. Arrange a selection of fruit (strawberries, pineapple, kiwi fruit and banana work well) on a platter. Everyone skewers a piece of fruit and dips it into the melted chocolate. Chocolate can be kept warm in a slow cooker (crockpot), double boiler on a portable gas cooker at the table or fondue set (available at cookware and homewares stores).&lt;br /&gt;A cactus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-112428358367577362?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/112428358367577362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=112428358367577362&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/112428358367577362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/112428358367577362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/08/answers.html' title='Answers'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-112398606050590011</id><published>2005-08-14T12:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T22:45:43.320+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>Where has Osmo gone?&lt;br /&gt;Where has Osmo been?&lt;br /&gt;What has Osmo been doing?&lt;br /&gt;How come Osmo hasn't posted on his blog in...what seems like an eternity to some?&lt;br /&gt;What is a great recipe for Chocolate Fondue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These questions and more will be answered shortly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-112398606050590011?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/112398606050590011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=112398606050590011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/112398606050590011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/112398606050590011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/08/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-112004260390049951</id><published>2005-06-29T20:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T20:57:29.193+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it for free for MIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogsurvey.media.mit.edu/request" target='main'&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogsurvey.media.mit.edu/images/survey-science.gif" alt="Take the MIT Weblog Survey" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-112004260390049951?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/112004260390049951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=112004260390049951&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/112004260390049951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/112004260390049951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-did-it-for-free-for-mit_29.html' title='I did it for free for MIT'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-112004228191003950</id><published>2005-06-29T20:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T20:52:47.430+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Train Hijinks</title><content type='html'>I took the train home from the city today. It wasn't a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dave and Osmo are standing on a crowded train station platform during the start of peak hour travel. After a minute a train pulls into the station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave: Damn, the train is crowded.&lt;br /&gt;Osmo Random (OR): Meh. It's not that bad. I've seen worse.&lt;br /&gt;Dave: Okay. Okay. Let's go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and OR climb aboard the already crowded train carriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR: You're right. It is pretty crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The automatic doors of the train stay open for longer than usual. Suddenly, the train announcer makes an...announcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train announcer (TA): Ladies and Gentlemen, due to a trespasser between South Yarra and Caulfield stations the train on platform 2 will be staying at Parliment station until further notice.&lt;br /&gt;OR: DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN IT TO HELL!&lt;br /&gt;Dave: That'd be right. Well what do we do now?&lt;br /&gt;OR: I say we stick it out. It can't be that long of a delay.&lt;br /&gt;Dave: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dave and OR get as comfortable as they can surrounded by a flugen* of commuters. After a few minutes the Train Announcer makes another announcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;TA: Ladies and Gentlemen, due to a trespasser between South Yarra and Caulfield stations the train on platform 2 will be staying at Parliment station until further notice.&lt;br /&gt;Dave: What the hell does he mean by trespasser anyway?&lt;br /&gt;OR: No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Out of nowhere Rodriguez England appears to help out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodriguez England (RE): Trespasser. Noun. One who enters or remains on the real property of another wrongfully or without the owner's or possessor's authority or consent.&lt;br /&gt;Dave: Hey. Thanks Rodriguez.&lt;br /&gt;RE: No problem. What are you guys doing here anyway.&lt;br /&gt;OR: What does it look like?&lt;br /&gt;RE: Taking the train somwhere?&lt;br /&gt;OR: Correct. Now do you want to go on to the $10,000 question?&lt;br /&gt;RE: I think I'm going to go now.&lt;br /&gt;Dave: That might be a good idea. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Dave speaks to RE away from OR) &lt;/span&gt;I think he's a little bit pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;RE: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(To Dave) &lt;/span&gt;Yeah. I realised. I'll see you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RE exits. The beep of the automatic train doors is heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OR: HOORAAA!&lt;br /&gt;Dave: Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The highly crowded train slowly makes it's way out of the station.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OR sniffs the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OR: Oh damn you all to hell! One of you just farted and who ever it was better own up to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*flugen - n. a group of humans that travel together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-112004228191003950?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/112004228191003950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=112004228191003950&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/112004228191003950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/112004228191003950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/06/train-hijinks.html' title='Train Hijinks'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-111960874330349022</id><published>2005-06-24T20:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:35:42.536+10:00</updated><title type='text'>SDC Archive</title><content type='html'>The Suicidal Donkey Company has once again forced me (through their own special means) to sign a contract stating that I have to set up an archive of their comics. So I have done so (to avoid the consequences) and it is now accessible &lt;a href="http://www.sdcompany.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate this joyous event they have also given me a new comic to post. It remains below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v668/shashlic/Final-Comic.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-111960874330349022?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/111960874330349022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=111960874330349022&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111960874330349022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111960874330349022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/06/sdc-archive.html' title='SDC Archive'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-111918663946737193</id><published>2005-06-19T22:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T23:10:39.470+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Soooooo good! 2: Revenge of the photo booth!</title><content type='html'>And here lies the final product of the trip inside the wonderful, complementary photobooth. (Top left: the author, top right: Jacob, bottom left: Scarlette, bottom right: Bradley &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Photo 1 of 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v668/shashlic/1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "If I close my eyes everything disappears."&lt;br /&gt;Jacob: "My head is lodged between the wall and Dave."&lt;br /&gt;Scarlette: "Wow Dave. That really does work!"&lt;br /&gt;Bradley: "I'm smiling for the photo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Photo 2 of 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v668/shashlic/2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "EHHHHHHHHHHHH!"&lt;br /&gt;Jacob: "You're drooling. How rude!"&lt;br /&gt;Scarlette: "Taste's like cheese."&lt;br /&gt;Bradley: "I'm still smiling for the photo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Photo 3 of 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v668/shashlic/3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Can you show it to me?"&lt;br /&gt;Jacob: "My head is really starting to hurt but I must continue to smile"&lt;br /&gt;Scarlette: "Did someone turn the laughing gas on or is that a fart I smell?"&lt;br /&gt;Bradley: "What? Why does it keep flashing? Didn't it already take the photo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo 4 of 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v668/shashlic/4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "OH! It's huge!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Jacob: "OUCH! My brains! MY BRAINS!"&lt;br /&gt;Scarlette: "It stinks! It stinks!"&lt;br /&gt;Bradley: "Oh. It takes 4 photos..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it ends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course I had to get a fart joke in there. SUCESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-111918663946737193?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/111918663946737193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=111918663946737193&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111918663946737193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111918663946737193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/06/soooooo-good-2-revenge-of-photo-booth.html' title='Soooooo good! 2: Revenge of the photo booth!'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-111854466861519742</id><published>2005-06-12T12:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T23:58:41.770+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Soooooo good!</title><content type='html'>One of the best (bestest - if you will) parts of Friday night was impulsively getting crazy photos taken in a photo booth at the Jam Factory. While that was great in itself - what was even better was the side of booth which seemed to try compliment every passer by and intice them into the brightly lit lair of photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v668/shashlic/bandw.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who wouldn't be flattered by a compliment like that. I mean, I was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to know now is who is being quoted as saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my theories: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfred Hitchcock [spoken to Janet Leigh on the set of Psycho.]&lt;br /&gt;- John Landis (Director of the Michael Jackson music video &lt;em&gt;Black or White&lt;/em&gt;)[spoken to Michael after he became paranoid that his nose looked to artificial in the video.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really all I've got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-111854466861519742?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/111854466861519742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=111854466861519742&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111854466861519742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111854466861519742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/06/soooooo-good.html' title='Soooooo good!'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-111847208979863882</id><published>2005-06-11T16:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T16:41:29.800+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Why???</title><content type='html'>Why did I agree to publish The Suicidal Donkey Company comics on my blog? They're pretty bad and they don't seem to have any character development or much humour. Anyway, I've signed the contract and if I don't post their latest publication they'll cut off my fingers - one at a time - while playing every remix of the crazy frog song ever made. What kind of torture could be worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v668/shashlic/Final-Magic.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully they'll go out of business soon so I don't have to put my self through the torment I'm going through right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-111847208979863882?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/111847208979863882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=111847208979863882&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111847208979863882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111847208979863882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/06/why.html' title='Why???'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-111815685530941440</id><published>2005-06-08T00:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T01:07:35.313+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Das Machinst - A 1970's Abstract German Film</title><content type='html'>Or The Machinist - starring Christian Bale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, where to begin? I think I had decided that this would be my type of film before I went in to the cinema and I think I was right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film involves a man, an extremely skinny man, who works in a factory, sees the same prostitute frequently, mainly for companionship and has become friends with a waitress at a 24 hour coffee shop during the midnight hours. That's all I'm going to tell you. Oh, and it's subject matter - which may or may not be obvious from the description above - is rather depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked it - You might like it. You might not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty bad review, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mr. B asked for it - and Mr. B got it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time I won't write a review for a film 3 days after I saw it at 1am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-111815685530941440?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/111815685530941440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=111815685530941440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111815685530941440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111815685530941440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/06/das-machinst-1970s-abstract-german.html' title='Das Machinst - A 1970&apos;s Abstract German Film'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-111806891396544027</id><published>2005-06-07T00:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T00:41:53.970+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Quotes of the Century - # 5</title><content type='html'>"Now you're the only one here who can tell me if it's true &lt;br /&gt;that you love me and I love me."&lt;br /&gt;- They Might Be Giants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: "Kiss Me, Son of God" by They Might Be Giants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.E.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-111806891396544027?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/111806891396544027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=111806891396544027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111806891396544027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111806891396544027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/06/great-quotes-of-century-5.html' title='Great Quotes of the Century - # 5'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-111787218548402739</id><published>2005-06-04T16:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T18:03:05.486+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The egos behind Osmo's Ramblings</title><content type='html'>In a comment on a recent post &lt;a href="http://katiebaby.blogspot.com"&gt;Kate&lt;/a&gt; said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I just noticed that some of the posts on this blog are signed D.S. and some are signed R.E...... does that mean there is more than one osmo? mmmmmmmmmm,&lt;br /&gt;interesting *grin*&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response to this I felt I needed to write a little bit of an explanation of the egos that create Osmo's Ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it all started with O.R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.E. appeared soon after in the post &lt;a href="http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/01/absolute.html"&gt;Absolute&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.S. is a more recent addition to the writing team - appearing initially in &lt;a href="http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/05/standing-at-opera.html"&gt;Standing at the Opera&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do these initials stand for you ask? Who are the authors of this crazy, 'not worth it' blog? Or perhaps you don't ask at all. Perhaps you are the mute type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osmo Random is the creator (or god/architect if you like) of Osmo's Ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodriguez England is considered to be Osmo's alter-ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.wikipedia.com"&gt;www.wikipedia.com&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;An alter ego (from Latin, "other I") is another self, a second personality or persona within a person. The term is commonly used in literature analysis and comparison to describe characters who are psychologically identical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term and concept are also frequently used in popular fiction, like comic books,&lt;br /&gt;for the secret identity of a superhero, vigilante or crimefighter.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who is D.S.? Well...&lt;strike&gt;some&lt;/strike&gt; most readers may know, but for those of you don't - the mystery will remain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any questions class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*school bell rings - class gets up quickly to leave as Mr. Random's class was so boring*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to read pages 41 through 44 over the weekend. There'll be a test on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-111787218548402739?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/111787218548402739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=111787218548402739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111787218548402739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111787218548402739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/06/egos-behind-osmos-ramblings.html' title='The egos behind Osmo&apos;s Ramblings'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-111785723556370933</id><published>2005-06-04T13:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T13:53:55.563+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's still there.</title><content type='html'>That's right - If you're wondering where the menu bar is (the one that's usually on the right of the posts) it's found it's way down to the bottom of my blog. Go searching and you'll come up with the goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime - I'll try to fix it...but it's probably not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also - a recent addition to the Osmo Random Nepotism list: &lt;a href="http://www.somesort.blogspot.com"&gt;Thoughts of Some Sort&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-111785723556370933?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/111785723556370933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=111785723556370933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111785723556370933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111785723556370933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-still-there.html' title='It&apos;s still there.'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-111725979293406808</id><published>2005-05-28T14:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T15:07:38.173+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm it!</title><content type='html'>Yes. I've been tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.katiebaby.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kate&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)Total number of books I've owned: &lt;/strong&gt;I'd say at least 300...but that's a total guess...I'm not going to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) The last book I bought: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;101 Things To Do Before You Die&lt;/em&gt; by Richard Horne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the blurb: &lt;em&gt;Have you ever milked a cow? Made the Guinness Book of World Records? Done the Monopoly Board Pub Crawl? Joined the Mile High Club? No? Then it's high time you reassessed your priorities. 101 Things To Do Before You Die is the definitive guide to everything you should do before it's too late.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already completed 2 out of the 101 and I'm hoping to complete about 6 more in the next 2 years...Let's see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)The last book I read: &lt;/strong&gt;I started reading &lt;em&gt;The Tempest &lt;/em&gt;(Willy Shakespeare - incase you didn't know) for uni, but I haven't finished it. Does that count? Also - I guess it's not a book...well...my version wasn't - it was a photocopied book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) 5 books that mean a lot to me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;101 Things To Do Before You Die&lt;/em&gt;: See above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The&lt;em&gt; Grug &lt;/em&gt;series: I learnt to read off these and I've still got them. Hopefully my kids (I don't have any yet - don't worry) can get the same enjoyment out of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Fast Foward &lt;/em&gt;(don't remember who it was by): One of my favorite books in primary school - mainly because it was about television and two kids who had the ability to use the television remote to stop, play, fast foward and rewind things around them. Who wouldn't want a bit of escapisim during primary school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Perfume &lt;/em&gt;by Patrick Suskind: I had to read this in year 11 and found it to be one of the best books I've ever read. I think it's recommended reading for anyone! Anyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Maus (Vol. 1 + 2) &lt;/em&gt;by Art Speigleman: One of the best (not that I've read many) graphic/comic novels. The way it deals with it's subject matter (the author's discussions/arguements with his father who had survived the WW2 holocaust) is brilliant. The comic book style is just an added bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Tag 5 people and have them fill this out on their blogs:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have 5 people that I can tag. I'm lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're reading this and you want to fill this out by all means - go ahead. I don't like to force people into doing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-111725979293406808?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/111725979293406808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=111725979293406808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111725979293406808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111725979293406808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-it.html' title='I&apos;m it!'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-111613951178417736</id><published>2005-05-15T16:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T16:45:11.786+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing at the Opera</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I got to stand backstage at Opera Australia's production of &lt;em&gt;The Magic Flute&lt;/em&gt;. This particular production has been in their repertoire since 1986 (there's some they still perform that are from the late '70s). While the production was kind of interesting - walls that moved in and out, forced perspective, people in furry animal costumes - being backstage listening to the Deputy Stage Manager (DSM) calling the show was mainly boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this may have been because earlier in the week I got to be backstage during a performance of &lt;em&gt;The Love for Three Oranges&lt;/em&gt; which compared to &lt;em&gt;The Magic Flute&lt;/em&gt; was super crazy for the DSM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Magic Flute &lt;/em&gt;only had 2 fly cues, about 12 mech cues and about 80 lighting cues - compared to &lt;em&gt;The Love for Three Oranges&lt;/em&gt; which had about 20 fly cues, 20 mech cues, 140 lighting cues, 4 smoke cues and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Opera Australia seems like a feasible option for a bit of employment after uni. It could be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also - I'm thinking of buying an I-pod. (Yes. I've given in to their ingenious marketing campaigns. I still think there's some subliminal messaging somewhere within those silhouetted dancing people.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-111613951178417736?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/111613951178417736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=111613951178417736&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111613951178417736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111613951178417736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/05/standing-at-opera.html' title='Standing at the Opera'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-111529790887358630</id><published>2005-05-05T22:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T22:58:28.876+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, and, just because I can:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is 05/05/05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my calculations are correct, that won't happen again for 397 days. If not - it's close enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.E.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-111529790887358630?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/111529790887358630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=111529790887358630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111529790887358630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111529790887358630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-and-just-because-i-can-today-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-111528939208643870</id><published>2005-05-05T20:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T20:36:32.086+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Quotes of the Century - # 4</title><content type='html'>"Do you realise that everyone you know someday will die, and instead of saying all of your goodbyes, let them know you realise that life goes fast. It's hard to make the good things last. You realise the sun doesn't go down. It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round."&lt;br /&gt;- The Flaming Lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: "Do You Realise" by The Flaming Lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.E.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-111528939208643870?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/111528939208643870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=111528939208643870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111528939208643870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111528939208643870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/05/great-quotes-of-century-4.html' title='Great Quotes of the Century - # 4'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-111441307236383687</id><published>2005-04-25T17:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T17:11:12.363+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Viewer demand</title><content type='html'>That's right. Due to such a high amount of viewer demand I'm proud to present yet another installment in the Suicidal Donkey Company Comics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v668/shashlic/Final-Gender.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four frames! Next they'll be publishing 10,000 word essays on the popularity of Times New Roman within the Latvian medical community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-111441307236383687?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/111441307236383687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=111441307236383687&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111441307236383687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111441307236383687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/04/viewer-demand.html' title='Viewer demand'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-111432110769828139</id><published>2005-04-24T15:36:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T15:38:27.696+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Quotes of the Century - # 3</title><content type='html'>"The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs. There's also a negative side"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hunter S. Thompson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.cakemusic.com"&gt;www.cakemusic.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.E.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-111432110769828139?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/111432110769828139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=111432110769828139&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111432110769828139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111432110769828139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/04/great-quotes-of-century-3.html' title='Great Quotes of the Century - # 3'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-111374484623272946</id><published>2005-04-17T23:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T17:07:01.550+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Quotes of the Century - # 2</title><content type='html'>"I think finger puppets is okay as a noun."&lt;br /&gt;- Demetri Martin (American Comedian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: I saw him once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.E.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-111374484623272946?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/111374484623272946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=111374484623272946&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111374484623272946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111374484623272946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/04/great-quotes-of-century-2.html' title='Great Quotes of the Century - # 2'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-111357005529378512</id><published>2005-04-15T22:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T23:00:55.293+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Quotes of the Century - # 1</title><content type='html'>"Get away from me you dead crooner"&lt;br /&gt;                 - Peter Griffin (being attacked by Bing Crosby with a leather belt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Family Guy Episode FG-207 - A Picture is Worth A 1000 Bucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.E.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-111357005529378512?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/111357005529378512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=111357005529378512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111357005529378512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111357005529378512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/04/great-quotes-of-century-1.html' title='Great Quotes of the Century - # 1'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-111356969304307527</id><published>2005-04-15T22:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T22:54:53.043+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hey...</title><content type='html'>I give in too easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, now, I present, the fourth comic from the Suicidal Donkey Company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v668/shashlic/Final-Colour.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another great piece of legitimate entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-111356969304307527?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/111356969304307527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=111356969304307527&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111356969304307527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111356969304307527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-hey.html' title='What the hey...'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-111262052142812040</id><published>2005-04-04T23:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T23:15:21.430+10:00</updated><title type='text'>That time again</title><content type='html'>Yes. That's right. It's approximatley that time of the month again. I'm pleased to present yet  another comic from the highly intellectual minds of the Suicidal Donkey Company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v668/shashlic/Punch.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...another great piece of legitimate entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-111262052142812040?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/111262052142812040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=111262052142812040&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111262052142812040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111262052142812040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/04/that-time-again.html' title='That time again'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-111190386587975873</id><published>2005-03-27T15:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T16:11:05.886+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Was it worth the time?</title><content type='html'>Try to learn something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a warning - this post does contain one word of foul language. I'm sure you'll pick up when it occurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I was a continent I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/South_America"&gt;South America&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I was a ocean or body of water I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wave_pool"&gt;a wave pool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I was a piece of candy I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M%26Ms"&gt;M&amp;Ms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I was a famous building or piece of architecture I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flinders_Street_Station"&gt;Flinders Street Station&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I was a store I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Target_Corporation"&gt;Target&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I was a profession I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychologist"&gt;a psychologist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I was a shoe I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Converse_Shoes"&gt;Converse All Stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I was a bad habit I'd be: biting nails&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I was a swear word I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fuck"&gt;fuck&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I was a ice cream flavour I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vanilla"&gt;vanilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I was a disease I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amnesia"&gt;amnesia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I was a board game I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cranium_%28board_game%29"&gt;Cranium&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I was a feeling I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lethargy"&gt;lethargy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I was a president I'd be: President of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Family_Guy"&gt;Family Guy&lt;/a&gt; Fan Club&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I was a war I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cola"&gt;The war between Pepsi and Coca-Cola&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I was a city I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melbourne"&gt;Melbourne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I was a celebrity I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Black_%28actor%29"&gt;Jack Black&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I was a brand of toothpaste: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colgate"&gt;Colgate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I was a currency I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Euro"&gt;Euro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were a month, I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/January"&gt;January&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were a day of the week, I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saturday"&gt;Saturday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were a planet, I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earth"&gt;Earth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were a sea animal, I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dolphin"&gt;a dolphin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were a direction, I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Place_into_a_pre-heated_oven_for_10_minutes_or_until_golden_brown."&gt;place into a pre-heated oven for 10 minutes or until golden brown.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Couch"&gt;a really comfy sofa that you could easily fall asleep on.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were a sin, I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gluttony"&gt;Gluttony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were a liquid, I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Water"&gt;water&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were a tree, I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Palm_tree"&gt;a palm tree&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were a bird, I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hummingbird"&gt;a hummingbird&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were a tool, I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hammer"&gt;a hammer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were a flower/plant, I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hedge_%28gardening%29"&gt;a hedge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were a kind of weather, I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weather"&gt;a fine 25 degrees for the rest of the week&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were a musical instrument, I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drum_machine"&gt;a drum machine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were an animal, I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dog"&gt;a dog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were a vegetable, I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lettuce"&gt;a lettuce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were a sound, I'd be: the sound of the constant movement of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Train"&gt;a train&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were an element, I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soil"&gt;earth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were a car, I'd be: a blue MG &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roadster"&gt;Roadster&lt;/a&gt; with two white racing stripes down the centre.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were a song, I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bohemian_Rhapsody"&gt;Bohemian Rhapsody&lt;/a&gt; by Queen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were a book, I'd be: a book on U.S. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theme_Parks"&gt;theme parks&lt;/a&gt; from someone who has never visited them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were a food, I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hamburger"&gt;A hamburger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were a material, I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canvas"&gt;canvas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were a taste, I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vanilla"&gt;vanilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were a smell, I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vanilla"&gt;vanilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were a word, I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maglicious"&gt;maglicious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were a body part, I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forearm"&gt;a forearm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were a facial expression, I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boredom"&gt;boredom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were a shape, I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rectangle"&gt;a rectangle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were a number, I'd be: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/104_%28number%29"&gt;104&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in answer to the question in the title: Not really - but that's my opinion - and, yes, I do know that 'biting nails' didn't have a hyperlink...that's something for you to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-111190386587975873?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/111190386587975873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=111190386587975873&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111190386587975873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111190386587975873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/03/was-it-worth-time.html' title='Was it worth the time?'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-111140138248873046</id><published>2005-03-21T21:05:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T21:36:22.490+11:00</updated><title type='text'>"All the things that make us laugh and cry"</title><content type='html'>Yes! That's right! Family Guy is returning. After being cancelled but selling way OUT (and I mean way way out) in the DVD department, FOX has decided to 'uncancel' Family Guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Editor's note: For readers that are unaware of what Family Guy is please do some research - I can't be bothered doing it for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, May 1st 2005 is the day you want to remember. 9 pm - the time. FOX - the "iffy" network. Unfortunatley, for me, however, it will probably take quite a while for the new season to come through to Australia. But it will return!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post Script: Don't think that because I've posted two days in a row that you'll be getting another post tomorrow - or even in the next week. You'll could be slightly dissapointed if you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-111140138248873046?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/111140138248873046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=111140138248873046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111140138248873046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111140138248873046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/03/all-things-that-make-us-laugh-and-cry.html' title='&quot;All the things that make us laugh and cry&quot;'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-111053284278093225</id><published>2005-03-11T20:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T15:21:03.076+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The second of several...</title><content type='html'>After quite a long hiatus I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back with more later, but so you don't feel like I've manipulated you into selling your soul to me for a 2B pencil, here's the second comic from The Suicidal Donkey Company:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v668/shashlic/Final-Box.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-111053284278093225?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/111053284278093225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=111053284278093225&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111053284278093225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/111053284278093225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/03/second-of-several.html' title='The second of several...'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-110829083916448488</id><published>2005-02-13T20:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T22:10:35.256+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The first of several...</title><content type='html'>Welcome to this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll notice that this is the first post that has no "&lt;strong&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/strong&gt;" '&lt;em&gt;section&lt;/em&gt;'. That was mainly because I couldn't be stuffed, but let's just pretend that it's because it was a crappy '&lt;em&gt;section&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, this post includes the very first comic produced by The Suicidal Donkey Company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled with vivid imagery and philosophical debate, this series of comics will delve deep into your daily life, filling the void that was once jam-packed full with thoughts about meanigless reality TV and ear-damaging, techno remakes of songs from the 60's, 70's and 80's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without anymore distracting ado, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v668/shashlic/Final.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-110829083916448488?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/110829083916448488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=110829083916448488&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/110829083916448488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/110829083916448488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/02/first-of-several.html' title='The first of several...'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-110708761571017102</id><published>2005-01-30T22:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T23:20:15.710+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Courses for Horses</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fifty-fifty &lt;/em&gt;by &lt;em&gt;Frank Zappa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've just started listening to Mr. Zappa and I've found his own, personal blend of humourous, sarcastic lyrics and auditory goodness quite, as the name suggests, good. And of course, I can't go past the fact that he apparantley wrote one of my favorite Sesame Street songs - It's the one that counts up to 12. Just the numbers, no other confusing &lt;em&gt;clap trap. &lt;/em&gt;I believe the visuals complimenting the song were reminiscent of a pinball travelling through a pinball machine hitting all the numbers as they were sung, but that's something for you to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been away for a week and I went horse riding for the first time in about 6 years. For anyone who hasn't been horse riding in their life, you have to do it. [This is the part where I get all 'obsessed' over horses] Horses are so wonderful - to use a well used phrase: Horses are magnificent creatures. Friendly, yet timid and they all have their own personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make sure I go horse riding one a year now. Just thought I'd let you all know that - plus, if it's in writing for the whole world to see there's more of a chance I'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of much else to write so I'm gonna finish. &lt;--- there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-110708761571017102?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/110708761571017102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=110708761571017102&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/110708761571017102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/110708761571017102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/01/courses-for-horses.html' title='Courses for Horses'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-110596868021031488</id><published>2005-01-18T01:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T00:31:20.210+11:00</updated><title type='text'>How expected.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sudden onset of the garden sprinklers&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- No. It's not the title of a song. Although it would be pretty cool. I've got to write it down. Wait...I already did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Osmo Is 18 Years Old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;According to the 'What Age Do You Act' Quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;Try The 'What Age Do You Act' Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's discuss the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a teenager at heart as well as in physical embodiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the 'What Age Do You Act' quiz is clearly a planned and highly researched test of the inner workings of the quizee's* brain I would like to know what their sources on their information is. I'm sure I don't question authority. At all. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the "finding my place in the world" bit. I'm not even going to start there. It's way too philosophical and full of metaphorical innuendo for me to even bother - the fact is I'm just too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;quizee&lt;/em&gt; may or may not be a proper word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-110596868021031488?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/110596868021031488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=110596868021031488&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/110596868021031488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/110596868021031488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/01/how-expected.html' title='How expected.'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-110481267934856677</id><published>2005-01-04T15:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T15:26:40.143+11:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm...chocolate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Main Theme from Twin Peaks&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;em&gt;Angelo Badalamenti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Twin Peaks. One of the greatest TV series ever made. Angelo Badalamenti. One of the greatest composers ever created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's just say that I am the most excited that I've been in a long time and it's all because of the new Tim Burton (&lt;em&gt;Edward Scissorhands, Big Fish&lt;/em&gt;) celluloid creation &lt;em&gt;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. &lt;/em&gt;Yes! But no! It's not a remake of the 1971 musical movie starring the ever brilliant Gene Wilder as &lt;em&gt;Willy Wonka&lt;/em&gt;, but a brand new movie, this time, with Johnny Depp as &lt;em&gt;Willy Wonka&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trailer is so wonderfully enjoyable that I want it to come out now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the Internet Movie Database page &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0367594/?fr=c2l0ZT1kZnxzZz0xfHR0PW9ufHBuPTB8cT1DaGFybGllIGFuZCB0aGUgQ2hvY29sYXRlIEZhY3Rvcnl8bXg9MjB8bG09MjAwfGh0bWw9MQ__;fc=1;ft=2"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and also check out the trailer! You must! You just must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now...I just had to let you all now how excited I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-110481267934856677?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/110481267934856677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=110481267934856677&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/110481267934856677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/110481267934856677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2005/01/mmmchocolate.html' title='mmm...chocolate...'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-110431167653455251</id><published>2004-12-29T20:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T20:14:36.533+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The basic facts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye Ruby Tuesday &lt;/em&gt;by &lt;em&gt;The Rolling Stones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Watched &lt;em&gt;The Royal Tenenbaums&lt;/em&gt; yesterday. This is on the soundtrack. All I knew previously of this song was that &lt;em&gt;Weird Al Yankovick&lt;/em&gt; used it in one of his polka medley type thingos. It's quite a good tune. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"update your blog with an 'im not dead yet' type post"&lt;br /&gt;- a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not dead, I just don't have anything important to share with the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will tomorrow, or the day after that, or in a week...or some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-110431167653455251?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/110431167653455251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=110431167653455251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/110431167653455251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/110431167653455251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2004/12/basic-facts.html' title='The basic facts...'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-110291032894320354</id><published>2004-12-13T14:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T14:58:48.943+11:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is The Title Of This Post, Which Is Also Found Several Times In The Post Itself</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vacuum cleaner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the first sentence of this post. This is the second sentence. This is the title of the post, which is also found several times in the post itself. This sentence is questioning the intrinsic value of the first two sentences. This sentence is to inform you, in case you haven't already realized it, that this is a self-referential post, that is, a post containing sentences that refer to their own structure and function. This is a sentence that provides an ending to the first paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the first sentence of a new paragraph in a self-referential post. This sentence is introducing you to the protagonist of the post, a person named Osmo. This sentence comments on the awkward nature of the self-referential narrative form while recognizing the strange and playful detachment it affords the writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Introduces, in this paragraph, the device of sentence fragments. A sentence fragment. Another. Good device. Will be used more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is actually the last sentence of the post but has been placed here by mistake. This is the title of this post, which is also found several times in the post itself. As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself in his bed transformed into a gigantic insect. This sentence informs you that the preceding sentence is from another post (or story) entirely {a much better one, it must be noted) and has no place at all in this particular narrative. Despite the claims of the preceding sentence, this sentence feels compelled to inform you that you are actually reading "The Metamorphosis" by Franz Kafka, and that the sentence referred to by the preceding sentence is the only sentence which does indeed belong in this post. This sentence overrides the preceding sentence by informing the reader (poor, confused wretch} that this piece of literature is actually the Declaration of Independence, but that the author, in a show of extreme negligence (if not malicious sabotage), has so far failed to include even one single sentence from that stirring document, although he has condescended to use a small sentence fragment, namely, "When in the course of human events", embedded in quotation marks near the end of a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THIS sentence can serve as either the beginning of the paragraph or the end, depending on its placement. This is the title of this post, which is also found several times in the post itself. This sentence can serve as either the beginning of a paragraph or the end, depending on its placement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the title of this post, which is also found several times in the post itself. This is almost the title of the post, which is found only once in the post itself. This sentence regretfully states that up to this point the self-referential mode of narrative has had a paralyzing effect on the actual progress of the post itself -- that is, these sentences have been so concerned with analyzing themselves and their role in the post that they have failed by and large to perform their function as communicators of events and ideas that one hopes coalesce into a plot, character development, etc. -- in Short, the very raisons d’être of any respectable, hardworking sentence in the midst of a piece of compelling prose fiction. This sentence in addition points out the obvious analogy between the plight of these agonizingly self-aware sentences and similarly afflicted human beings, and it points out the analogous paralyzing effects wrought by excessive and tortured self-examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE purpose of this sentence [which can also serve as a paragraph} is to speculate that if the Declaration of Independence had been worded and structured as lackadaisically and incoherently as this post has been so far, there's no telling what kind of warped libertine society we'd be living in now or to what depths of decadence the inhabitants of the USA might have sunk, even to the point of deranged and debased writers constructing irritatingly cumbersome and needlessly prolix sentences that sometimes possess the questionable if not downright undesirable quality of referring to themselves and they sometimes even become run-on sentences or exhibit other signs of inexcusably sloppy grammar like unneeded superfluous redundancies that almost certainly would have insidious effects on the lifestyle and morals of our impressionable youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This sentence, in a sudden and courageous burst of altruism, tries to abandon the self-referential mode but fails. This sentence tries again, but the attempt is doomed from the start.&lt;br /&gt;The purpose. Of this. paragraph. Is to apologize. For its gratuitous use. Of. Sentence fragments. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The purpose of this sentence is to apologize for the pointless and silly adolescent games indulged in by the preceding paragraph, and to express regret on the part of us, the more mature sentences, that the entire tone of this post is such that it can't seem to communicate a simple, albeit sordid, scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This sentence wishes to apologize for all the needless apologies found in this post {this one included], which, although placed here ostensibly for the benefit of the more vexed readers, merely delay in a maddeningly recursive. way the continuation of the by-now nearly forgotten story line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THIS sentence is bursting at the punctuation marks with news of the dire import of self-reference as applied to sentences, a practice that could prove to be a veritable Pandora's box of potential havoc, for if a sentence can refer or allude to itself, why not a lowly subordinate clause, perhaps this very clause? Or this sentence fragment? Or three words? Two words? One?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perhaps it is appropriate that this sentence gently and with no trace of condescension remind us that these are indeed difficult and uncertain times and that in general people just aren't nice enough to each other, and perhaps we, whether sentient human beings or sentient sentences, should just try harder. I mean, there is such a thing as free will, there has to be, and this sentence is proof of it! Neither this sentence nor you, the reader, is completely helpless in the face of all the pitiless forces at work in the universe. We should stand our ground, face facts, take Mother Nature by the throat and just try harder. By the throat. Harder. Harder, harder.&lt;br /&gt;This is the title of this post, which is also found several times in the post itself.&lt;br /&gt;This is the last sentence of the post. This is the last sentence of the post. This is the last sentence of the post. This is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O.R.&lt;/p&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by David Moser - Adapted by Osmo Random.&lt;br /&gt;Original here - &lt;a href="http://www.triplette.com/by_david_moser.htm"&gt;http://www.triplette.com/by_david_moser.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-110291032894320354?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/110291032894320354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=110291032894320354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/110291032894320354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/110291032894320354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-is-title-of-this-post-which-is.html' title='This Is The Title Of This Post, Which Is Also Found Several Times In The Post Itself'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-110285232743698787</id><published>2004-12-12T22:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T22:52:07.436+11:00</updated><title type='text'>"How about the power.....to move you"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wonderboy &lt;/em&gt;by &lt;em&gt;Tenacious D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re:Cheap CD, DVD, Video, Book (and all new this year - outdoor furniture) sale at Melbourne Exhibition Centre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to this annual event - I think it was - last year, and found several nice purchases, mainly being books with one or two CDs in there for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to go back this year and low and behold...I got 8, brand-spanking-new CDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Side Note:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;One of my biggest weaknesses and favorite purchases is CDs. I think it's the joy of listening to a new CD for the first time...I'll think about it some more and get back to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they weren't just your dodgy, bargain basement, cheap-arse CDs. These we're CDs that I would expect to pay full price for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't list the CDs right now 'cause they're not nearby and I'm sitting on one of those high backed, executive, leather desk chairs typing and eating yoghurt (ask me about the pronunciation), but I got three Bjork CDs (been waiting for a bit of Bjork for a while), The Very Best of Kool and the Gang (if I said I only got this CD because of one track - Jungle Boogy - would you shoot me?), and some others...I've forgotten now (&lt;em&gt;D.S: They must've been well worth the purchase&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...no work tomorrow! YAY! Sleep in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm expecting..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-110285232743698787?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/110285232743698787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=110285232743698787&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/110285232743698787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/110285232743698787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2004/12/how-about-powerto-move-you.html' title='&quot;How about the power.....to move you&quot;'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-110259183220870594</id><published>2004-12-09T22:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T22:30:32.206+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found my self starting to use this interesting and versitile word and wanted to find out exactly how people view it's definition. Below I've selected two definitions from &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com"&gt;www.urbandictionary.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meh &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;adv.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Indifference; to be used when one simply does not care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: What do you want for dinner?B: Meh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/author.php?author=Harold+Lauder&amp;defid=10190"&gt;Harold Lauder&lt;/a&gt;, Nov 16, 2002 (&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=meh&amp;amp;f=1"&gt;http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=meh&amp;f=1&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; An interjection used to imply indifference towards a subject; "a verbal shrug". This particular interjection has somehow become quite popular among teens, the reason for this popularity is a mystery. Other popular interjections are "bleh", "dah", and "mih".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usu. pronounced shortly, without eye contact or body movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You wanna go to the mall?""Meh, I have nothing to do for the rest of the day..." &lt;/em&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/author.php?author=The+Zim+Bob+Way&amp;defid=25666"&gt;The Zim Bob Way&lt;/a&gt;, Jan 27, 2003 (&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=meh&amp;amp;f=1"&gt;http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=meh&amp;f=1&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-110259183220870594?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/110259183220870594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=110259183220870594&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/110259183220870594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/110259183220870594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2004/12/meh.html' title='Meh.'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-110224576283813522</id><published>2004-12-05T22:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T22:24:07.426+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and Sour</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;City Hall &lt;/em&gt;by &lt;em&gt;Tenacious D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Thinking that &lt;em&gt;Tribute&lt;/em&gt; was just a one off, really good song, I didn't pay much attention to &lt;em&gt;Tenacious D&lt;/em&gt;, that is until a friend played thier CD for me. From there it began... If you are into music - music in general, the lyrics, the musicality of songs etc - you &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; look into Tenacious D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it a male penis or a female penis?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-One of the most stupidist questions ever asked (excuse the grammar and spelling).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No time is left to learn"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-110224576283813522?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/110224576283813522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=110224576283813522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/110224576283813522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/110224576283813522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2004/12/short-and-sour.html' title='Short and Sour'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-110207581316640800</id><published>2004-12-03T23:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T23:11:33.786+11:00</updated><title type='text'>[insert title here]</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus Christ Superstar &lt;/em&gt;from the musical of the same name (Music by Andrew Lloyd Webber - Lyrics by Tim Rice)&lt;br /&gt;- My school performed J.C.S in my final year, and I helped out with it and subsequently found myself obsessing over it. I think I love it so much because of the constantly repeating musical motifs and, of course, because of the story. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to write today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i think that whenever the computer has become so boring i actually wait for someone to reply on msn, a little part of me dies. *sigh*. Human interaction through the computer leaves much to be desired... so i should really switch of the computer and go to bed. so long, adieu, goodby (and hi)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A friend of mine initiated a conversation with me over msn with this message. I asked him if I could share it with the world because of it's brilliant honesty. He accepted and now you get to enjoy it's "brilliant honesty". You should feel privileged (and I'm sure you do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bye for now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-110207581316640800?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/110207581316640800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=110207581316640800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/110207581316640800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/110207581316640800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2004/12/insert-title-here.html' title='[insert title here]'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-110198760840412826</id><published>2004-12-02T22:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T11:19:40.790+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 - The Aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My My My&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;em&gt;Armand Van Helden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ever since I saw the film clip for this song I've been wanting to hear it again. If you haven't seen the film clip I won't spoil it for you, but look out for it. There's also something about the vocals...I'm not exactly sure what it is. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I'm back! I don't really believe it either, but I thought I have to post at least three times before even considering stopping this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had work again today. I'll write about it sometime - I promise - just too tired to write that much at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched one of the greatest shows on TV when I got home - "Whose Line is it Anyway?". Now I have to say that I was watching the US version (as opposed to the UK version, which is pretty bad) and that I have encountered some very boring episodes, but on the whole it is some quality viewing. Enjoy if you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll leave it there for now. I'll be back for at least one more post (as stated above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-110198760840412826?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/110198760840412826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=110198760840412826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/110198760840412826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/110198760840412826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2004/12/day-2-aftermath.html' title='Day 2 - The Aftermath'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9406294.post-110190112295824949</id><published>2004-12-01T22:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T23:10:37.866+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>It begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Power Lunch&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;em&gt;Har Mar Superstar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quite a good track, but took a couple of listens to get into it. Some of Har Mar's stuff (e.g. DUI) is pretty cool too. Check it out. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home from work (more about that later) at about 9:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched "Family Plot" (Channel 7 - Melbourne, AUS) which I can only assume the advertising plug for it would go something like: "The real Six Feet Under". What is left for reality TV to consume?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked out a friend's blog which I was just told about and then thought "Maybe I should start my own blog. It's not like I have much to write about, but I'm sure someone out there, someone looking for something to do, will come across this bunch of text and read it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And that's all I care about - that one person...and it's you. Isn't that nice? I care about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I hope both of us (You and I) will be back sometime soon so you can hear about where I work (Trust me. It's worth it.) and any other rambling I have at the time of writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's the way it is..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9406294-110190112295824949?l=osmorandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/feeds/110190112295824949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9406294&amp;postID=110190112295824949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/110190112295824949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9406294/posts/default/110190112295824949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmorandom.blogspot.com/2004/12/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
