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market'/><category term='Hull'/><category term='idiots'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='oatmeal'/><category term='schizo'/><category term='paintball'/><title type='text'>Rant-A-Matt</title><subtitle type='html'>Everything you wanted to know about Honey Badgers but were afaid to ask.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>619</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-5502943444229156260</id><published>2009-09-23T08:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:34:16.169+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Just delete half of it..."</title><content type='html'>Where have I been?  Well, improvements to Facebook and the existence of Twitter continues to kill off my blogging - which can only be a good thing for you masochists who continue to read it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, to the subject at hand.  Work, as always, is variable in terms of how much its enjoyable.  Recently I was in annoyed, dumb struck and amused in equal parts but as time passes I find it funnier and funnier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the side effects of being on the same project for 4 years is that, despite any efforts to the contrary, you learn things.  Some of you more naive people may consider this a good thing, but you're clearly idiots.  When you know things, people ask you things and people asking you things leads to people asking you to do things.  This can never end well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm cursed with a brain that insists on learning things without my knowledge, at points where I am very clearly not paying attention it can't stop fidgeting and picking useful things up.  It's incredibly distressing.  When I think that I am focussing on cakes or wombles, I am in fact learning about the finer points of something work related.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a result of this unfortunate situation and some people leaving the project, I've been asked to deliver some training relating to the project to various people.  I was given the material to update and change as necessary, there's quite  a lot of it as it's an all-day session.  Or at least it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was told a couple of days ago that it is now '4 hours including a morning break and a lunch break'.  Now, at this point I had already removed some sections that were out of date or unnecessary but also that we had to add a section to cope with some new developments.  This is a new presentation for me, with new materials.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After being told of the time frame, I approached my manager so that he could impart some pearls of managerial wisdom.  I explained how the material currently runs at between 5 and 8 hours, depending on how many questions get asked along the way (usually a lot).  If we remove the lunch hour, and the break that leaves me between 2.5 and 3 hours to deliver this training.  Even conservatively speaking, that cuts the time in half.  It was at this point that I was given the best advice I have ever heard, delivered completely seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"just delete half of it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that was it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to go into the difficulties presented, the complexities of what it is I am explaining or how 'Just deleting half of it' is going to be challenging to say the least.  All of that is irrelevant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to become a motivational speaker, I'm going to have t-shirts printed up with the phrase "Just delete half of it..." on the front.  I'm going to run seminars.  I'll come on stage with the Britney mic, to the tune of 'Don't Stop Believin'' by Journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"In a bad relationship?! - Just Delete half of it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Don't like your job?! - Just Delete Half of it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An auditorium full of desperate fuckwits chanting 'just delete half of it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day will be scheduled to run between 9am and 5:30pm but I'll fuck off with the money at lunchtime.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-5502943444229156260?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/5502943444229156260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=5502943444229156260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/5502943444229156260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/5502943444229156260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-delete-half-of-it.html' title='&quot;Just delete half of it...&quot;'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-1744291885142577321</id><published>2009-08-24T11:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:48:55.519+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Go here, now.  Buy something</title><content type='html'>Artist &amp;amp; Comedian  - Okse.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out his artwork &lt;a href="http://www.comedyicons.com/All.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also check out Okse on youtube, watch some of his speed painting.  Then check out his stand up.  Local to Leamington Spa if you're in the area ;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-1744291885142577321?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/1744291885142577321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=1744291885142577321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/1744291885142577321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/1744291885142577321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/08/go-here-now-buy-something.html' title='Go here, now.  Buy something'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-6742089376769115743</id><published>2009-08-24T10:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:45:10.885+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's start with something light...</title><content type='html'>So I've not been on here for a while, I can't even claim it's because I've been that busy!  Luckily, it's only Paddy who reads regularly so it's not too bad!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should probably start with something important like the reduction in quality of Rocket lollies, but instead I have to look at 2 subjects - the NHS and Lockerbie man.  Lets start with the NHS debate shall we? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a cultural difference and one which I will never grasp.  From the outside looking in - and I will admit I don't know the intricacies pf the American system - it seems that nothing embodies the phrase 'All men are created equal, but some are more equal than others' like the American healthcare system.  If you're poor, have a pre-existing condition, are unemployed or have one of the many other reasons the 40 million who don't have insurance, then essentially you die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know people who would be dead if they lived in America, we all probably do.  As I say, it's a cultural thing and one which I will never grasp.  Here, the Police are just there, the Fire Brigade are just there and if you get serioulsy ill you go to hospital and they (hopefully) fix you.  I don't understand how providing a system that protects your populace from disease and injury is any different to providing protection from crime, from fire or from a foreign invader.  I'm no doubt missing some of the intricacies of the system, just like the American right missed that Stephen Hawking is in fact British and our doctors don't kill disabled babies and people over the age of 60.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on to Lockerbie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As part of the ceremonies of Yom Kippur a goat was sent into the dessert to die.  The idea being that the goat carried with it all of the sins of the participants.  Everyone focusses their energy on the goat, a perfectly innocent creature who's only crime was being a goat and going about it's goaty business, eating things that it shouldn't and whatnot.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rather than addressing the sins, everyone thinks only of the scapegoat and how it carries all of the sins away into the dessert, they want the goat to die because then the sins die with it and we can all breathe a sigh of relief that all of our righteous fury has poured onto the sinful goat and it has got its just rewards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's Kenny MacAskill.  The rightness or wrongness of the decision is being discussed by cleverer people than me and theories abound.  One thing is for certain, as usual we are all shouting at the goat instead of the guys sending it into the dessert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-6742089376769115743?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/6742089376769115743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=6742089376769115743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/6742089376769115743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/6742089376769115743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/08/lets-start-with-something-light.html' title='Let&apos;s start with something light...'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-4758810982984959094</id><published>2009-07-27T15:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T15:40:05.149+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Open letter to gym-dwellers</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How are you doing?  Yeah, that's it - you guys in the corner.  Yeah the ones who camp out, seemingly permanently, at the free-weights bit of the gym.  Seriously, tear your eyes away from the mirror for a moment, I have a little request.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally get that you're all ripped and whatnot, and the only way for you to maintain that 'bee sting allergy' look you've got going on is to live in the gym.  That's fine.  I don't even mind that the 20 minutes that I spend in that particular part of the gym seems to be an affront to you.  Honestly, it's fine - I'm looking in the mirror whilst I do exercises, and watching an unfit man trying to get fit is not a pretty sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing I have a problem with, and it's only a few of you, is that hoarding thing you do with the dumbells.  Seriously, I'm flexible - I'm quite happy to go a bit heavier or a bit lighter if what I need is unavailable but surrounding yourself with every weight from 4KG to 18KG.....    Only Vishnu and Ganesha need that many weights!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even this would be no trouble for me if, when I come over and ask if you are done with a particular weight thats been sat at your feet for 10  minutes, you didn't look at me as if I was forcing you to eat your first born.  I'll be 5 mintues, I promise I won't run away with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No of course I won't say this to your face! I'll politely go about my business.  I lack humility and I lack shame, I do not lack the desire to keep my insides on the inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-4758810982984959094?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/4758810982984959094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=4758810982984959094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/4758810982984959094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/4758810982984959094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/07/open-letter-to-gym-dwellers.html' title='Open letter to gym-dwellers'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-6698163424124508388</id><published>2009-07-27T09:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:25:55.869+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More on less sleep..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;With the sleep patterns come odd dreams.  Please spare me any amateur psychology here.  So my dreams are generally pretty crappy anyway, this one was just weird.  It went on for a while, but I'll give you the punchlines without the bizarre lead up.  I was, apparently, working for the Pope.  Along with a guy I worked with over 10 years ago called Mark - he seemed to be some kind of chief fixer/Popey Henchperson.  Clive, a guy I know from home was there - more on his role shortly, finally there was a guy called Evan - a guy I know from more recent work stuff.  His job appeared to be to sneer and look smug, something he did to great effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Anyway, basically I was framed by my colleagues and fired by the pope - oh, in case you didn't know - there are apparently sub-popes - I saw 3 different stand-ins during the course of the dream, in this regard (I was patiently told) he is much like Santa.  So anyay, Clive nicked the only evidence that would save my bacon - an FM transmitter for an iPod (I have NO idea).  It turns out the whole thing was orchestrated by Mark in some devious plan without apparent purpose.   A result of this whole episode was a cackling pope and me inexplicably having to hand my car over.  It was all very strange, then I woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;It's going to be even more fun when I hit the nicotine patches, they give you proper Salvadore Dhali dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-6698163424124508388?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/6698163424124508388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=6698163424124508388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/6698163424124508388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/6698163424124508388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-on-less-sleep.html' title='More on less sleep..'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-2261093434467330390</id><published>2009-07-27T08:14:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:53:30.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bodyclocks, 4 for a fiver</title><content type='html'>You remember those Casio digital watches?  They were the height of sophistication when I was little*, and if you had one with a calculator on it - you were basically a moon child from beyond the stars who would shoot lasers from the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the case for about 2-3 weeks, until other companies realised that they could make cheap knock-offs and sell them at a fraction of the price.  Then people like Casio reduced the price of theirs and so on and so on. Eventually what you could buy was the cheapest time piece known to man.  19 hours in a day, 8 days in a week and a year that makes Pluto say 'Really?!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what my body clock is made from.  It's like it's heard what a body clock is from a Peruvian friend, but it doesn't speak Peruvian so the entire concept was communicated in a rudimentary sign language and a series of clicks and whistles.  It thinks it gets it - be awake at some point and be asleep at others.  How hard can it be right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue isn't so much the quantity of sleep I get, that's fine I don't think I've ever slept that well - the basic process is to get between 4-6 hours a night then collapse in a heap every 3 weeks or so and sleep until Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the problem, it's more the random series of changes that becomes problematic.  Just recently I've not been sleeping too badly, rowing myself into oblivion at the gym appeared to be knocking me out, often before midnight.  I was even sleeping more than usual, with the usual interruptions of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last few weeks, however, I've started waking up before 6am - this is insane.  That time only exists when I am going somewhere cool or exciting, otherwise it's merely a theory or a myth - much like quantum computing or God.  Work is neither cool nor exciting.  Especially right now, things are a bit slumped and I'm twitchy for something new and difficult and massively time consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up before 6am and then trying to go back to sleep, which takes a good while, only to then have to wake up again messes me up for the whole day.  I'm too tired for the gym and too tired to do anything post work - it blows.  So, in an effort to defeat my evil brain/shoddy piece of crap body clock, I am getting up when I wake up at stupdi o'clock and I'm going to start with the gym at lunchtimes where possible, I'm not sure this will help with the sleeping but it will help with the going to the gym.  I'm also hoping that the ludicrous quantity of awake time will make my body rethink it's strategy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! Take that nature!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*Note to Hannah : Old jokes - for the sake of the narrative, let's not and say we did OK? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-2261093434467330390?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/2261093434467330390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=2261093434467330390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/2261093434467330390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/2261093434467330390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/07/bodyclocks-4-for-fiver.html' title='Bodyclocks, 4 for a fiver'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-8231965672684109354</id><published>2009-07-26T18:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T18:27:44.228+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah, I forgot the point of the last post....</title><content type='html'>So yeah, I am behind on a lot of things.  I haven't read a lot of blogs recently, I am well behind on podcasts and all sorts of other things I usually spend my time at work doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am catching up on all of that stuff - so I'll totally be getting to the blogs I usually read and whatnot...... but probably not until after next weekend as I'm off again on Thursday and interweb access via the phone at these places is bloody appalling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so as I mentioned podcasts I'm going to give you some pointers to go get some podly goodness squirted into your ears  I'm gonna pick one from each genre, this way the next time I can't think of anything to write I can pick other stuff from my collection.  That's right, I'm planning not only for the next time I have nothing better to do than write this garbage but also for the next time I have so little to do that I can't even be bothered thinking of original garbage to write.  I'm lackadaisically dedicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, podcasts - go subscribe to these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1) Comedy - The Bugle - Audio Newspaper for Visual World. Hosted by Andy Zaltzman and John Oliver (yanks might recognise him off the Daily Show).  One of the funniest things I've heard, Zaltzman's line in BS is truly something to behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Sport - Alternate Ashes - Now I have no time for cricket at all.  Any game that can go on for 5 days and still end up a draw, where you stop for lunch and leave the field cleaner than when you went on it can frankly go suck on a Werthers Original.  However, Andy Zaltzman (again) presents this podcast, and although he's a cricket nut, there's plenty enough there for the non-cricket fan as he is very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Science - Skeptic's Guide to the Universe - This is my favourite critical thinking podcast.  Basically they talk about scientific discovery aswell as debunking the increasingly nonsensical claims of the 'Complimentary and Alternative Medicine' camp.  They are particularly scathing of people like Jenny McCarthy which is no bad thing.  Some good blogs out there too, including The Bad Atronomer and Skeptchicks. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, that'll do for now.  Happy now Paddy?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-8231965672684109354?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/8231965672684109354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=8231965672684109354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8231965672684109354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8231965672684109354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-yeah-i-forgot-point-of-last-post.html' title='Oh yeah, I forgot the point of the last post....'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-3625111658524372286</id><published>2009-07-26T17:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T18:00:37.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing catch-up....</title><content type='html'>OK, so I've not posted in a while but this isn't like last year's 'I haven't posted in a while because I've been working down the salt mines'.  I've actually been doing things, but don't worry - even though I have returned to actually doing stuff, the rank incompetence you've grown to know and love persists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO what's happened in the intervening period?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errm - Download 2009, Glastonnbury.... err I went to Falconry festival - to meet up with some old friends but also to take photos.  Sadly I managed to leave my Nikon at home - I rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whilst I think of what to complain about, here's a photo from Download - it's my newly launched 'Spot the Goth' competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/SmyLl-ZVojI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/djDgyB9odI4/s1600-h/DSCF1055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/SmyLl-ZVojI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/djDgyB9odI4/s320/DSCF1055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362814740812112434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-3625111658524372286?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/3625111658524372286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=3625111658524372286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/3625111658524372286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/3625111658524372286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/07/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing catch-up....'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/SmyLl-ZVojI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/djDgyB9odI4/s72-c/DSCF1055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-608579070422917027</id><published>2009-06-18T12:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:36:24.588+01:00</updated><title type='text'>They may want to rethink this headline</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/europe/8106210.stm"&gt;Clicky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-608579070422917027?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/608579070422917027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=608579070422917027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/608579070422917027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/608579070422917027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/06/they-may-want-to-rethink-this-headline.html' title='They may want to rethink this headline'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-2931618737966415615</id><published>2009-06-08T09:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:11:13.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>That's it, I'm done!</title><content type='html'>On a day when large percentages of people in this country voted fascists into the European parliament, on a day that yet another part of the affection I feel for this country died a little more, on a day that saw a party of open racists come second in a nationally held election - I have this to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muesli sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I've tried - I have REALLY tried with that stuff!  Different brands, combinations - I've tried it with fruit, I've tried it with milk, I've tried it with yoghurt, I've tried with with milk and yoghurt - it's crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who tell you they like muesli - those people don't like muesli - they're living a lie.  How can you like something that is like eating crushed plasterboard?!  Muesli has no redeeming features whatsoever - I try it every now and then, thinking 'If I'm to start eating breakfast, I'll eat something filling and good for me'.  Which muesli would be, if it was in any way edible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to vary my breakfast a bit - the gym man seemed very certain I should be eating breakfast and if someone is telling me to eat more food, I am going to listen.  Muesli, however, is not food.  In the building trade it can be substituted for aggregate, but food it is not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-2931618737966415615?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/2931618737966415615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=2931618737966415615' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/2931618737966415615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/2931618737966415615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/06/thats-it-im-done.html' title='That&apos;s it, I&apos;m done!'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-5316405506030401357</id><published>2009-05-28T12:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:47:58.612+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Place your bets...</title><content type='html'>How many hours before the NRA organise one of their sensitive rallies? &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/8071512.stm"&gt;clicky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-5316405506030401357?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/5316405506030401357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=5316405506030401357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/5316405506030401357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/5316405506030401357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/05/place-your-bets.html' title='Place your bets...'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-553777996864811479</id><published>2009-05-27T17:02:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T17:36:57.139+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BNP, Standing up for the rights of malnourished Celts</title><content type='html'>For those of you lucky enough to never have heard of or encountered the British National Party, I can only envy your ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think white supremecists in suits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've had a leaflet from these fetid weasels to do with the European Elections telling me that people like me vote for the BNP.  I was, and am, fairly sure that people like me dream of seeing a BNP Vs UKIP last man standing death match, the winner of which gets deported and given a farm in Zimbabwe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I could be mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's not racist to be against immigration!'.  Yes it is, be quiet you silly little man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite claim of the BNP (I'm pretty sure the N isn't really for National) is that they stand up for the rights of the 'Indiginous population of Britain'.  Given that the last time our population could be considered 'Indiginous' was before the Roman invasion somewhere around AD 50, I'm assuming they mean anyone who can trace their ancestry back to this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this isn't what they mean.  After all, what is Britain but the result of a European gangbang?  The key is in their policy for repatriation.  They are for the 'voluntary' repatriation of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;non-white&lt;/span&gt; immigrants to their country of ethnic origin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why 'non-white' immigrants.  I mean, the BNP definitely are NOT racist - their literature tells us that so it must be true.  I think repatriating the whole country to various locations in Europe apart from the inahbitants of some worryingly remote islands could prove logistically difficult.  Also, telling the queen to fuck off back to Germany and 'Take your greek boyfriend with you!' might present a few obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they're just environmentalists - you know, start with the non-whites.  Then move the rest of the population of England back to their countries of ethnic origin, then ultimately the Scotch (for that is what they are called) and the Welsh.  That will leave the beautiful British landscape untouched, and also infect various other countries with members of the BNP who will win further elctions.  Of course the 'B' will have to be replaced with the name of their new home.  Also they'll have to get the national language changed to English so their constituents will understand them - they're BRITISH for God's sake! You can't expect them to be bilingual! This will result in more victories, more repatriations back those indiginous populations countries of origin.  Ultimately everyone will be repatriated to a small village in sub-Saharan Africa who's language is entirely based on clicks.  This will kill most of us off, thus saving the planet from certain environmental disaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.  They're not racist.  They're radical environmentalists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that or they are brainless, hate filled, billious, exploitative, fear mongering, predictable fuckwits.  You decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-553777996864811479?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/553777996864811479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=553777996864811479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/553777996864811479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/553777996864811479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/05/bnp-standing-up-for-rights-of.html' title='BNP, Standing up for the rights of malnourished Celts'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-3219570756562960954</id><published>2009-05-25T13:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T14:24:25.479+01:00</updated><title type='text'>OK, we get it, move on!</title><content type='html'>For about the last 6 weeks, there has been one 'News' story dominating the British headlines, and that is MPs claiming on expenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me make something clear here, I agree that the system is broken.  I agree that claiming for cleaning your moat is taking the piss, but he's a Tory MP - of course he has a moat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However.  Very little, if any, of what has been reported has broken the rules laid down.  The rules are wrong but here's the thing, and there's no getting around it - Changing the rules, and then punishing people for following the old rules when they were in force is not what we do in a free society.  There is no room for ambiguity here, you don't do it.  You use the abuses of the old system to highlight the need for change, you make the changes, you move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/"&gt;Daily Telegraph&lt;/a&gt; has made an industry out of this scandal (an industry only rivaled by the Daily Express' continued obsession with a long dead royal), a lot of the genuine abuses are mixed up with perfectly innocent mistakes, but obviously a British journalist couldn't possibly highlight honesty as that wouldn't sell so well.  I find it particularly amusing that it is the Torygraph reporting on this garbage, given the fate of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conrad_Black"&gt;Sir Conrad Black&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I mean by innocent mistakes?  Well, whilst there is no doubt that the cabinet and shadow cabinet are riddled with snakes, weasels and general sycophantic, weak-willed turds, your average MP shouldn't be tarred with the same brush.  I hate politicians, but mainly because our electoral system (such as it is) allows them to rest on their laurels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I dislike most about this tediously inevitable lazy journalism, is the lack of actual investigation.  There are a lot of MPs int his report who submitted claims that were not eligible, noticed the mistake a few weeks later and paid the money back immediately.  That's without the aid of what passes for an 'exposé' in British journalism these days.  That's right, years ago this was happening and yet they paid it back anyway!  One might possibly infer that these people made an honest mistake and then rectified it!  Oh Horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, clearly, isn't true of all of these tossers.  Although I think Douglas Hogg should get to keep his money, claiming for cleaning a moat cleaning should be rewarded just for the sheer audacity of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, all of these claims got approved by someone after they were submitted.  Someone approved that moat cleaning - who's that guy?!  You don't sack someone for doing what has been done for the last 50 years, just because your shitty system got found out.  These are MPs, you either don't select them to run for you next time around or you let the voters choose at the polling stations.  Sacking them is just a weak appeasement that solves nothing, other than to make the public feel they've achieved something with their media generated outrage.  It's a tried and tested method of controlling the mob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is, the electorate are being played.  Pay attention to what's actually going on, calm the fuck down and watch what they are actually doing, otherwise a nice 'Independent Inquiry' will be set up.  To appease the squawling masses, a few heads will be put on pikes (no fear, they'll get a few non-executive positions to tide them over).  The Inquiry will drag on and on, and maybe some time next year it'll be quietly release suggesting that the rules should be changed so that they are now in Tahoma instead of Ariel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-3219570756562960954?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/3219570756562960954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=3219570756562960954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/3219570756562960954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/3219570756562960954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/05/ok-we-get-it-move-on.html' title='OK, we get it, move on!'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-3033947090754005810</id><published>2009-05-25T13:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:55:22.991+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesser of two evils</title><content type='html'>I'm rejoining the gym after 3 years away.  I've not been replaced by a pod person, my choices are simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop eating food I like and pretend I much prefer eating tofu with soya dressing than curry.  Or I do exercise, and plenty of it.  Exercise isn't total anathema to me and to be brutally honest, I'll rub scotch bonnets into my eyes before giving up my favourite foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I last went, as with anything I do, it wasn't the doing of the exercise that was the problem.  I actually enjoyed most of it.  My problem was always actually dragging my arse to the gym.  We'll see how I go eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally 'I enjoyed most of it'.  Allow me to elaborate.  The only thing I dislike more than running, is running on a bloody treadmill.  Nothing is more likely to put me into a coma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I may take up running outdoors and cycling again later in the year when the weather draws in, there are some interesting cross country courses that would take me away from the sociopaths that pass for drivers in Surrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare thyselves for a lot of gym whinging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-3033947090754005810?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/3033947090754005810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=3033947090754005810' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/3033947090754005810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/3033947090754005810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/05/lesser-of-two-evils.html' title='Lesser of two evils'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-8784268953135016501</id><published>2009-05-24T18:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:01:08.904+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow! That long huh?!</title><content type='html'>Err yeah, that whole posting every day thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,what's been happening?  Here's the break down, let me know if you want me to expand on any of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1)  I got older - nothing to elaborate on here, I had a birthday - nothing happened.  Ooh! except Hannah got me one of &lt;a href="http://www.firebox.com/product/1412/Ice-Cream-Ball"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; - still needs a test run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I got a bonus and treated myself to a DSLR camera.  I got a Nikon D60 (after &lt;a href="http://drivingmissdallas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jo&lt;/a&gt; spectacularly failed to respond to me with advice.  She's a Canon fanboy. The Canon\Nikon debate has been described to me in this way &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"It's like Mac Vs PC, only with Canon vs Nikon thing there is little to no difference in the products"&lt;/span&gt; - Oh wait I blogged about the camera already didn't I?  AH well!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) First test duck shots &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ducksarecool/sets/72157617546630865/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Bought a new Lense and tripod for said camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Went home to Wales, weather was terrible, ruining most of my plans.  Did get some pics with the new lens - &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ducksarecool/sets/72157618440686965/"&gt;clicky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Whilst home, went out with all my favourite home peoples, it was awesome.  Also had mahoosive Sunday dinner from mum. That evening I ate a Phal.  It was so hot I could see the end of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Yesterday I went out with the new lens and the tripod and took more pictures, none very good but I'll get there.  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ducksarecool/sets/72157618670435746/"&gt;Clicky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.  The camera stuff has been bloody expensive and as a result I have decided to sell my Macbook, long story, the short version is that I bought something that I don't really need so I'm selling something that I don't really need.  It's the only way I'll learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, first it's going to the Apple store where I will be shouting until they replace the casing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errrm.  Yup, that's about it!  More blogging tomorrow, if I get time in between cleaning, eating and office work I hope to do some blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-8784268953135016501?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/8784268953135016501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=8784268953135016501' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8784268953135016501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8784268953135016501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/05/wow-that-long-huh.html' title='Wow! That long huh?!'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-8518744221428782233</id><published>2009-05-03T09:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T09:51:08.457+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lurgy update</title><content type='html'>After suffering a humiliating defeat in the face of my awesome chili, the deadly lurgy has retreated to my throat, giving up ground in the nose and head almost completely.  I am making an enormous breakfast in celebration of the victory, but the war is not won.  I may order a follow up attack of curry later in order to prevent a counter-strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had Stu badgering me to g to the pub since Thursday but not felt up to it.  Whilst I could probably murder a pint later I think I am going to duck out again, drunkenness will let the lurgy back in the door tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken to drinking lots of water instead of juices and fizzy drinks, I'm sure it won't last but I hope it does, I'm sure a lot of my podgleyness is down to the amount of those drinks I've taken to consuming (especially the evil Ginger Beer!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely not attributable to pies, pizza, curry and beer.  So no need to cut down on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-8518744221428782233?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/8518744221428782233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=8518744221428782233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8518744221428782233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8518744221428782233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/05/lurgy-update.html' title='Lurgy update'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-6901055981719686536</id><published>2009-05-02T21:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:19:50.774+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...and were back to the complaining!</title><content type='html'>UK mainstream politicians really are the lowest forms of life.  I'm not talking about the uses of the expenses system.  Yes I agree it's wrong, but as far as I can tell no one has stepped outside the rules and no, it's is definitely not news.  This is just lazy 'journalism' picking a subject guaranteed not to polarise opinion and that will sell papers for months to come (as further 'outrages' emerge).  Seriously, I don't give a toss - fix the system, move on and watch the new system get abused.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what would be good to read about in the paper? Something that requires some actual investigative journalism that reveals something serious, not this trivial shit.  The supply of Chieftain tanks and fighter planes to countries that actively engage in genocide, that would be an interesting read and would raise some questions don't you think?  Why's it left up to &lt;a href="http://www.markthomasinfo.com/section_writing/default.asp?id=5"&gt;comedians&lt;/a&gt; to highlight the massive corruption and flaws in our policies?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said to a few people that I'm struggling to care about MPs expenses, and all I get is 'but it's YOUR taxes! You MUST care!'.  What I mean to say I suppose, is that in the grand scheme of things, I care less about that than the more insidious and evil things that they do.  Seriously, this pitiful 'scandal' is gold for these people.  Every time the papers focus on something so trivial, they are thanking their deity of choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point.  I didn't mean to go off on that tangent, I originally was referring to &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk_politics/8031143.stm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; story.  This is just an example, it could just as easily be David Blunkett, Charles Clarke, John Prescott or any number of other politicians that have come out railing against/in support of the the current administration.  The hilarity of David Blunkett talking about integrity and credibility aside, this particular game is one that is played out all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of them as hyenas, too pathetic to attack anything with any strength to defend itself, instead waiting for the weak and defenceless to emerge before closing in an biting chunks off.  You might think that those in support of whoever is being attacked are actually on his side, this isn't the case.  Everyone's simply jostling for position, some trying to put themselves forward for a decent position in the new regime, some doing the same but for the regime after the next.  Others have other motives.  What they all have in common is that all of their motives are selfish ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see it play out in every single government, it happened to Major, it happened to Thatcher (sadly not before she anally violated the nation) and it'll happen to whoever's next.  And every time it happens, it's reported as news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.  My solution?  Stop reporting anything that they say, only report on the things that they do.  This whole thing is a contest in who can get the most column inches, radio minutes, TV time.  Make them work for it.  At least until we come to our senses and try a third way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to the end of this random ramble.  The Liberal Democrats. Always touted as the joke party yet consistently get around a quarter of the overall vote.  They are touted as a joke because the 'main' parties tout them that way, as does the popular media.  ESPECIALLY newspapers. So the main political parties, and those that pin their colours to one of the two main political parties based on the leanings of whichever multi-billionaire media mogul owns them.  One could argue that these two groups are the ones with the most to lose from a third way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-6901055981719686536?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/6901055981719686536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=6901055981719686536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/6901055981719686536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/6901055981719686536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-were-back-to-complaining.html' title='...and were back to the complaining!'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-1439623866523012347</id><published>2009-05-02T19:05:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T20:41:24.057+01:00</updated><title type='text'>OK Matt - you promised a good tempered one right?....</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes I did.  And even though the evil lurgy is fouling my mood I've been having some good times today, and also my summer is shaping up to be immense.  I mean properly immense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the original plan for today was to go for a bit of a photo-hike with my new DSLR camera, and the compact too (wanted to see different results). However, the lurgy was bothering me.  You know the kind, fine one minute, asleep and snorting the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I figured I'd wander up to Bookham to the butcher I use and get some meats, take some pics and wander back.  After I got back I would see how I was feeling and either go back out for a proper photo-hike or clean and cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was, I felt like crap so decided to stay in.  I put the chicken breasts, thighs and lamb in the freezer for future use and put the mince in the fridge for a cold-destroying chili later.  This cold has messed with the wrong innards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, random crappy pics are currently &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/jones.mg/D60_test#"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; Mostly taken with in the aperture priority mode, so semi-automatic (sort of) but doubt I would have got any worse results on full auto.  Currently deciding between using Flickr or Picasa - each has its bonuses - the pro version of Flickr keeps everything full size and has a few more options, Picasa has a local client and plugs straight into blogger.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.  Home.  &lt;a href="http://drivingmissdallas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jo&lt;/a&gt; has insisted to me that my chili was rubbish and told me to remove the onions.  This concept is alien to me, most things are improved with onions, tomatoes or a combination of the two.  Anyway, she suggested chipotle puree was the answer to my prayers - unfortunately that doesn't seem to be available here. So, 2 jars of Barts chilis and half jar of crushed chilis.  All in all, its come out pretty well, though it tastes pretty similar to my last effort, I think I got some of the ratios wrong.  still yummy though, beauty of chili is you have to go a long way to make it inedible! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on to my summer plans and beyond! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I am making my return to &lt;a href="http://www.downloadfestival.co.uk/lineup/index.aspx"&gt;Download Festival&lt;/a&gt;.  At first the line up looked pretty weak, then they included Faith No More.  I can't tell you how happy I was when I read that, seriously - I very nearly smiled.  The rest of the Friday seems to be a bit of a late 90s Nu Metal revival camp, so will give me an opportunity to check out the other stages for bands I don't know much about like Kill Switch Engage,Bring me the Horizon and Backyard Babies.  I won't go through the whole weekend, but this looks like an overall stronger showing than last year - before the other two stages had a very 'overflow' feel to them.  This year I'll be spending 2 of the nights watching headliners at the smaller stages.  I'll be there with the same crowd as last year, along with a few others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks after that, i am off to Glastonbury for the first time.  Line up is looking decidedly beige right now if I'm honest, with a few notable exceptions.  Nonetheless I am very excited, it's HUGE.  Context: Look up 'Sunderland' on a UK map.  That's how big Glastonbury festival is when it's up and running.  I don't care what kind of podgey bellied, grumpy welshman you are - there will be something there for you.  Hoping I'll be there with a friend, if not it'll certainly be interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July, I am considering trying to track down some Nine Inch Nails tickets for the 02, but may use it as a month off, haven't decided yet - whilst they are playing at the next event I am at, my understanding is that they aren't taking their whole stage show to that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August - &lt;a href="http://uk.sonispherefestival.net/line-up/"&gt;Sonishpere&lt;/a&gt;.  My love for Metallica was revived from it's deathbed by the release of their latest album.  Linkin Park are a pretty big deal.  Pretty much every band here is one I am interested in or have an abiding affection for.  Alice in Chains - OK, no Layne but Jerry Cantrell is a legend and hopefully William DuVall won't balls it up completely.  I got a VIP spot for this one, it wasn't that much more than the regular ones but got some good benefits (hot showers, allocated pitch &amp; parking) - and considering I am going alone (seeing a pattern here folks? lol!) I thought it might be wise, especially as this is the first time this event has been run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October.  24th. Green Day. Oh yes.  I cannot describe how ridiculously excited I was when I heard there were doing a limited UK tour I nearly wept.  I had a bunch of other stuff here, almost apologising for liking Green Day.  Balls to that, they are freakin' awesome - live with it!  There are always 'they sold out' and 'it's not real punk!' people out there, these are the same people who think the only good music was written when they were between the ages of 13 and 17.  Otherwise known as morons.  American Idiot drew criticism from these people, this monolithic rock opera railing against the Bush administration with every refrain - and that's not punk?! Just because it sounds good, doesn't mean it's not punk.  And I'm going to see them, I rule.  I rule harder because &lt;a href="http://pedrthefisherman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pedr&lt;/a&gt; is going, and harder still because Hannah is going, as well as an old friend from Hull.  We all rule, and everyone who failed to get a ticket in the 4 minutes before they sold out sucks.  Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 25th - Wembley Stadium to watch the Tampa Bay Buccaneers vs Patriots.  Finding it very difficult to give a toss. But hey, check out what else I am doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.  Yes, I've been working a lot  but I've also been making damned sure that my summer doesn't go missing again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-1439623866523012347?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/1439623866523012347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=1439623866523012347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/1439623866523012347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/1439623866523012347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/05/ok-matt-you-promised-good-tempered-one.html' title='OK Matt - you promised a good tempered one right?....'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-9088351926114456070</id><published>2009-05-02T10:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:20:04.437+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell is the point of a cold?!</title><content type='html'>Seriously, it's got to be the crappest affliction on Earth - with the possible exception of ridiculous allergies like dairy/wheat intolerance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just diseasey enough to demotivate you, but not enough to actually warrant a battery of drugs or Doctor visits.  It's diseasey enough to keep me out of the office.  I hear the cries of 'Typical Man!' from the female population, but this isn't because of the ludicrously inaccurate stereotype of the man being crippled as soon as he gets a sniffle.  It's because there is nothing more annoying than someone 'Soldiering On'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, no one will thank you for it in 6 months, no matter what you're doing.  Secondly - you my friend, are an inconsiderate moron and if it were up to me you'd be fired.  While you're bravely 'Soldiering on', the rest of us are picking up you're irritating cold.  And will continue to do so, because whilst you're working and not resting, you're prolonging the illness - so instead of it clearing up after a couple of days you're in a perpetual state of having a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go. Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is particularly true in a job like mine, working from home is perfectly doable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.  I have this cold. Hence, I am annoyed.  Colds annoy me, you may have got that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take a lot to demotivate me, right now I am trying to decide whether to clean the flat or to go out and go for a hike to play with my new camera.  The cold is telling me to eat cake and drink tea for 48 hours.  A great option, but one I do most weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another alternative is to clean, wander up to Bookham and buy some meats so I can cook later.  I've been chastised for using onions in my chili.  I may make a cold busting chili later, without onions.  'Without Onions' is an alien concept to me in most cooking, so I may crumble.  Most chili recipes I've found have called for an onion or two.  But I'll give it a go, though where I am gonna get chipotle puree from I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post will not be a bad tempered one - it'll be very good tempered in fact, I just needed to vent the bile first.  Colds are so bloody irritating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-9088351926114456070?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/9088351926114456070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=9088351926114456070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/9088351926114456070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/9088351926114456070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-hell-is-point-of-cold.html' title='What the hell is the point of a cold?!'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-1038120509253127792</id><published>2009-04-19T20:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:27:01.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony</title><content type='html'>I nearly got run over by a VW campervan today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddamned beatniks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-1038120509253127792?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/1038120509253127792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=1038120509253127792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/1038120509253127792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/1038120509253127792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/04/irony.html' title='Irony'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-92263099304995928</id><published>2009-04-18T09:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:08:08.273+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...on Second thought...</title><content type='html'>First of all, I'm very sorry.  Twitter has turned me back into a crap blogger.  Curse you twitter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was originally a post about work.  Here's the short version of what was originally a ridiculously long post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;From what I've written here, you might be forgiven for thinking I dislike my job.  This is not the case, I mostly enjoy it and I'm really quite good at it.  However, people who talk positively about their jobs constantly are sociopaths, people who air their frustrations are just borderline sociopaths, like the rest of us.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I promised a few cooking posts, but unfortunately I lost interest in taking photos of the process of cooking/serving the curry and I didn't remember to do the roast post until the crackling was already done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll use the magical mind-brush of my words to paint you a picture of last weekend.  Prepare to have me go over the lines in the paint by numbers of your impressionable minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Good Friday&lt;/span&gt; - A slightly confusingly named day.  'Jesus is dead! w00t!' Friday.  Anyway, I spent most of 'DingDong the saviour's dead' Day morning sleeping.  It was awesome, I'm usually up by 9am which would be fine if I went to sleep at a decent hour.  Instead I was asleep until 11am, I was very pleased.  The rest of the day was spent watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's what Jesus really wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;errr..does it have a special name? Saturday&lt;/span&gt; - I walked the 2 miles or so to the butcher to get some meats.  One thing I noticed about this weekend is that the shops were open every day.  I only noticed because everyone seemed to be planning for a nuclear winter.  Very strange.  As a result the butcher man was out of sausages, which was mortifying.  I did get some lamb for the curry though.    Then I went to the grocer's, picked up a bunch of fruit and veg and some generic looking chilis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started cooking a curry that was substantial in volume, I also had plans for a spinach &amp; potato side dish with chili and ginger.  At this stage I decided it might be wise to invite people over.  Rob was going to come along with Hannah, she's a limp wristed veggy type so dashed next door to buy some spring onions, mushrooms, coconut milk and some limes so I could make a veggy curry.  Good thing about veggy food is that it takes about 2 minutes to cook in all its forms.  Anyway, made some curries and sides, we ate, we drank and awesomeness was had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Easter "hang on, you're back a bit early Jesus?!' Sunday&lt;/span&gt; - Sunday I had a large breakfast and had roasted loin of pork in the late afternoon.  I made roast potatoes and carrots, just doused them in olive oil and rosemary and lobbed them in the oven.  Cider gravy again, yummy crackling.  Awesome.  Oh yeah, and broccoli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Sure he'll be here any minute" Monday&lt;/span&gt; Buffy. Pizza.  night night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it.  I'll do another awesome t-shirt related cooking post at some point in the future, probably the next roast that I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-92263099304995928?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/92263099304995928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=92263099304995928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/92263099304995928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/92263099304995928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-second-thought.html' title='...on Second thought...'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-5603696979530893077</id><published>2009-04-11T11:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:22:13.457+01:00</updated><title type='text'>For my next post...</title><content type='html'>We have options here, but I am intending cooking both tonight and tomorrow - curry and roasted piggy respectively.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could do a couple  more of my awesome cooking stuff posts, or would that be too repetitive?  I'll leave it up to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I say that, but I'll likely ignore whatever is actually written down and interpret my own conclusions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should totally be a member of the clergy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-5603696979530893077?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/5603696979530893077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=5603696979530893077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/5603696979530893077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/5603696979530893077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-my-next-post.html' title='For my next post...'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-6249203116241636906</id><published>2009-04-07T20:03:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:34:48.895+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chili Night!</title><content type='html'>For the preparation of a 'Matt's Chili of Variable Quality', you will need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 x Matt wearing an AWESOME T-Shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/Sdujuq7N0ZI/AAAAAAAAAPw/1CRotU4XmBA/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/Sdujuq7N0ZI/AAAAAAAAAPw/1CRotU4XmBA/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322027406860341650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 x DAB Radio (Preferably one that won't cost too much to replace), tuned to a station of your Matt's choice.  If this is not BBC 6Music[*] then your Matt is likely a pod-person and should be terminated.  Don't waste though, pod-persons make excellent filler for a chili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/SdulAgfTCVI/AAAAAAAAARA/MjG3LgGIpC4/s1600-h/radio.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/SdulAgfTCVI/AAAAAAAAARA/MjG3LgGIpC4/s320/radio.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322028812808161618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 x Whatever onions and peppers your Matt has lying about the kitchen.  In our example, 1 of the onions was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tory&lt;/span&gt;, so was rotten to the core and the pepper unlikely to make it to the end of the chili-making process.  A Matt's gotta eat, even when cooking.   Oh and some mushed up dead cow (not in photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/Sduk6v2ftII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/h4oa-Hn6ARs/s1600-h/onions.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/Sduk6v2ftII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/h4oa-Hn6ARs/s320/onions.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322028713852777602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 x Some cumin, salt, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tabasco&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Worcester&lt;/span&gt;, dried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chilies&lt;/span&gt;, mushed up garlics, Bart's minced hot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chilies&lt;/span&gt;.  Possibly a stock cube/some stock if your Matt remembers/can be bothered to find one.  And maybe some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Marmite&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/Sduk1CThHfI/AAAAAAAAAQw/x0HOACaEF2I/s1600-h/spices.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/Sduk1CThHfI/AAAAAAAAAQw/x0HOACaEF2I/s320/spices.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322028615727128050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 x Some chopped tomatoes an kidney beans - be sure to inadvertently splash tomato juices over as many surfaces/appliances/radios as you are able during opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/SduktLY9cWI/AAAAAAAAAQo/U24GgH1gPDE/s1600-h/tomatoes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/SduktLY9cWI/AAAAAAAAAQo/U24GgH1gPDE/s320/tomatoes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322028480726921570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preparation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Tell your Matt to quit taking photos and get with the chili &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;makin&lt;/span&gt;'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may or may not follow the following steps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Fry up the non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tory&lt;/span&gt; onions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/SduoLLgEqkI/AAAAAAAAARI/P_R9-vsPU1Y/s1600-h/cook1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/SduoLLgEqkI/AAAAAAAAARI/P_R9-vsPU1Y/s320/cook1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322032294687713858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Add the spices and stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/SdukjXtJbbI/AAAAAAAAAQg/sseW9xWhDPE/s1600-h/paste.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/SdukjXtJbbI/AAAAAAAAAQg/sseW9xWhDPE/s320/paste.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322028312234126770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Stir the spices and stuff.  Add more crushed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;chilies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/SdukcSCHLBI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xMdr01r-d_U/s1600-h/paste2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/SdukcSCHLBI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xMdr01r-d_U/s320/paste2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322028190452362258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Fry up the mushed up dead cow until it is sort of cooked.  Add more crushed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;chilies&lt;/span&gt; because he forgot he just added more crushed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;chilies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/SdukVwJk_mI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ZewI4-_YTog/s1600-h/mince1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/SdukVwJk_mI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ZewI4-_YTog/s320/mince1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322028078277656162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  Add the tomatoes, stir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/SdukLKp-eAI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Oy37wz3Nc-k/s1600-h/tom2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/SdukLKp-eAI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Oy37wz3Nc-k/s320/tom2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322027896414304258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Add the beans, stir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/SdukEoHoXqI/AAAAAAAAAQA/o22ypLdu22A/s1600-h/beans.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/SdukEoHoXqI/AAAAAAAAAQA/o22ypLdu22A/s320/beans.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322027784064229026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Behold all he has wrought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/Sduj6INLBQI/AAAAAAAAAP4/GSm5YO_EwPo/s1600-h/fin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/Sduj6INLBQI/AAAAAAAAAP4/GSm5YO_EwPo/s320/fin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322027603698844930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Wait until the chili is ready, periodically adding crushed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;chilies&lt;/span&gt; because he forgot he added crushed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;chilies&lt;/span&gt; already. (Step incomplete at the time of writing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Exceptions to the '6Music &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Pod Person&lt;/span&gt; test' are 6pm weekdays, when Radio 4 is acceptable or on the off-chance radio 7 has something funny on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-6249203116241636906?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/6249203116241636906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=6249203116241636906' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/6249203116241636906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/6249203116241636906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/04/chili-night.html' title='Chili Night!'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/Sdujuq7N0ZI/AAAAAAAAAPw/1CRotU4XmBA/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-223528656227143101</id><published>2009-04-07T14:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:30:53.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The dream is over..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was full of optimism and joy.  DVDs and gadgets arrived in the post from a mysterious benefactor, known only as 'Mr M G Jones'.  I had Fajitas for lunch.  It was goodtimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, there was soup.  I like soup, and this was particularly yummy soup.  But no matter the soup quality, it's no fajita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to bring joy back to my life, I'll be making chili later.  And tomorrow - burritos!  Mexican food is made of happiness and beans.  FACT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a poncho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-223528656227143101?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/223528656227143101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=223528656227143101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/223528656227143101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/223528656227143101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/04/dream-is-over.html' title='The dream is over..'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-7830446230260404819</id><published>2009-04-06T16:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:33:02.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's here!  w00t!</title><content type='html'>OK So my shiny new Netbook arrived today.  I am gonna post a picture of it here (as opposed to the full unboxing and whatnot I weas going to do!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you want to hear a spectacular line in bullshit, I would suppress the desire to ask 'But why?!' And just oooh and aaaah at the awesomeness of my new toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work laptop next to Junior (13" Laptop vs 10" Netbook):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/SdofeN14W1I/AAAAAAAAAPo/uAehTT7PuEs/s1600-h/Random+selection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/SdofeN14W1I/AAAAAAAAAPo/uAehTT7PuEs/s320/Random+selection.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321600513663851346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I think I would have gone with something smaller but to make the thing useable for me, it had to have a decent keyboard.  The one on this model has a keyboard almost the same size as a notmal laptop but the unit is a little over half the size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to the why?  Well, if you don't have a use for one it's difficult to see the sense in them.  I have some use for one that will make it a regular part of my day to use, but it solves some minor inconveniences rather than any problems.  Essentially I am the secondary market for this thing, the people who could use one but primarily pick it up because they like the look of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall call him Tiny:Conqueror of 3am Support Calls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-7830446230260404819?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/7830446230260404819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=7830446230260404819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/7830446230260404819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/7830446230260404819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-here-w00t.html' title='It&apos;s here!  w00t!'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/SdofeN14W1I/AAAAAAAAAPo/uAehTT7PuEs/s72-c/Random+selection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-8795360295795789049</id><published>2009-04-06T10:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:12:14.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Not with a bang but with a wimper....</title><content type='html'>Whilst residents in the fairytale rounabout Kingdom of Milton Keynes &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/beds/bucks/herts/7980737.stm"&gt;burn effigies of google executives&lt;/a&gt;.  With much wailing and gnashing of teeth they proclaim how their privacy has been invaded and how they simply won't stand for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that we have more CCTV cameras per person in this country than pretty much anywhere else in the world is not a worry to these people.  The fact that they are being used not just to identify people who are criminals but also behaviour that may or may not result in criminality bothers them not a jot.  The active targetting of particular socio-economic groups as software that tracks logos on clothing (as opposed to their wearer) is piloted seems perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that as from today, government agencies have ready and free access to all our email and telephone communications without the pesky need for legal justification is of no concern to anyone.  Move along, there's nothing to see here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google invade your privacy but the government is looking after you, it's for your own safety.  It's double-plus good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-8795360295795789049?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/8795360295795789049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=8795360295795789049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8795360295795789049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8795360295795789049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-with-bang-but-with-wimper.html' title='Not with a bang but with a wimper....'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-1945507078906780807</id><published>2009-04-05T20:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:57:09.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Here, there or nowhere?</title><content type='html'>So, I ordered a new toy off eBay last week.  I crumbled like a big crumbly gadget obsessed cookie.  I am a bad man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further to this, I intend inflicting a blog post on the subject on you all too - there will be pictures and geekery.  hah!  Flee mortals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-1945507078906780807?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/1945507078906780807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=1945507078906780807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/1945507078906780807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/1945507078906780807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-there-or-nowhere.html' title='Here, there or nowhere?'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-5461808797166865696</id><published>2009-03-31T22:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:47:26.347+01:00</updated><title type='text'>That's enough of that crap...</title><content type='html'>Occurs to me I've been whining a lot about work on here.  As a general rule I like to keep my life off here and restrict myself to ranting about the shameful reduction in the size of Curly Wurlys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies, it won't happen again ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-5461808797166865696?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/5461808797166865696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=5461808797166865696' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/5461808797166865696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/5461808797166865696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/03/thats-enough-of-that-crap.html' title='That&apos;s enough of that crap...'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-4204515502043307151</id><published>2009-03-31T11:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:04:18.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Buckaroo!</title><content type='html'>I've worked it out, I am a human Buckaroo!  I've come out of the 'I'm going to murder everyone in the office' stage now, I'm now entering the 'Laughing in the face of people I really shouldn't be laughing in the face of' stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is currently trying to handover 8 months worth of work to me in 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday will be interesting, I've been asked to give a talk at a local University - I wonder if I'll just stand up, announce 'I am a fish' and faint?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-4204515502043307151?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/4204515502043307151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=4204515502043307151' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/4204515502043307151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/4204515502043307151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/03/buckaroo.html' title='Buckaroo!'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-5741404300091753521</id><published>2009-03-31T10:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:05:02.688+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Suck My Rock!</title><content type='html'>Work is total balls at the moment.  Seriously, morale in the office is truly awful, lowest I've seen it in nearly 4 years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to buy a lot more things when I am pissed (in both senses of the word).  See the last week's worth of drivel about Netbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in order to delay the inevitable, and to lighten my mood I have invnested in affordable awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen: The Platinum Collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51 tracks of platinum dipped awesomeness on golden brown, buttery toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be vaccuuming this weekend.  Yeah, now get THAT thought out of your heads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-5741404300091753521?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/5741404300091753521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=5741404300091753521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/5741404300091753521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/5741404300091753521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/03/suck-my-rock.html' title='Suck My Rock!'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-8190425976253617170</id><published>2009-03-29T22:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:01:06.358+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So where's this website Matt?!</title><content type='html'>I hear your silent protests people (you can't hide your desperation from me you poor little mites), trust me I have every intention of webbing it up just as soon as the 2 requirements are in full alignment:  Free time and Inclination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I'm still working more than I'd like, and right now not in a good way.  More in a 'Die, die, die, die, please just die' kind of way.  So when I do get free time,I spend it productively drinking and eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans, however, are afoot.  I will make a lame, visitorless website if it's the last thing I do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-8190425976253617170?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/8190425976253617170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=8190425976253617170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8190425976253617170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8190425976253617170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-wheres-this-website-matt.html' title='So where&apos;s this website Matt?!'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-433336852604628943</id><published>2009-03-29T15:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:54:59.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Interminable delays</title><content type='html'>Right, I'll wait until the end of April.  At the end of April I should (I hope) be getting a nice nutritious, vitamin filled bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Mr NetBook, you will be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samsung are the front runner, they so purrdy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-433336852604628943?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/433336852604628943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=433336852604628943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/433336852604628943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/433336852604628943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/03/interminable-delays.html' title='Interminable delays'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-8641609543119751166</id><published>2009-03-28T15:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:04:11.799Z</updated><title type='text'>My People Have Spoken</title><content type='html'>Browsing the t'internet about Netbooks and found this comment in response to someone else in my position:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Don't think of this as some big long term decision. These machines will be so much better in a year or two that you will have a hard time giving away whatever you buy in the next few months. Really! Homeless people will look down their noses at you, saying, "Why are you trying to give this old thing to me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you could keep waiting for two years and get one free in a box of breakfast cereal that is twice as fast and comes with a year's free Internet connection via cell phone network, or just say what the heck and start having fun with what is available now.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a normal person would find the idea of buying something now that will be utterly worthless in a year or so something of a silly thing to do.  Not the geek.  And not the gadget freak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-8641609543119751166?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/8641609543119751166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=8641609543119751166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8641609543119751166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8641609543119751166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-people-have-spoken.html' title='My People Have Spoken'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-8624913565897887258</id><published>2009-03-28T11:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-28T11:16:26.763Z</updated><title type='text'>Willpower is vastly overrated</title><content type='html'>So I bought a new gadget the other day, something I can't class as furniture or decoration - it's electronic gadgetry that makes life marginally but unnecessarily easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent hours pouring over spec sheets, customer reviews, adding and discarding requirements at a speed that was really quite something.  The end result is that my car now has a wisewoman-in-a-box to guide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caved, I bought SatNav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because I am terrible at navigating towns and cities I don't know, it already guided me through Milton Keynes' infinite number of roundabouts.  Milton Keynes was built by Lego, everywhere looks the same as everywhere else.  So I have a Garmin Nuvi, it's awesome and isn't TomTom.  And I can make the icon on the screen look like the Black Pearl.  Yeah, be jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this gadget - that does fill a valid role - has opened the gadget gates of my mind.  I am currently seriously toying with buying a netbook.  I've already decided when, where and how often I would use it and unfortunately there is enough there for what little fiscal sense I have to be beaten to the ground with old CRT monitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all know the truth.  Yes it could be useful, and yes I will use it frequently.  But we know the truth.  It's small, it's gadgety - I don't stand a chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-8624913565897887258?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/8624913565897887258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=8624913565897887258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8624913565897887258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8624913565897887258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/03/willpower-is-vastly-overrated.html' title='Willpower is vastly overrated'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-3597283831013996610</id><published>2009-03-25T19:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:40:59.918Z</updated><title type='text'>Penis Envy</title><content type='html'>Who said the youth of today was lazy and lacking in drive and ambition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/newsbeat/hi/newsbeat/newsid_7961000/7961224.stm"&gt;clicky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-3597283831013996610?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/3597283831013996610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=3597283831013996610' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/3597283831013996610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/3597283831013996610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/03/penis-envy.html' title='Penis Envy'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-4761009500136856260</id><published>2009-03-20T17:37:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-20T17:39:53.625Z</updated><title type='text'>Goddamnit!  What Have I done?!</title><content type='html'>This is bullshit!  Seriously!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, it was fine, I was low enough to the floor to put my drink there, my hand dangled down and my wine/lager/cider/vodka/gin/whiskey/meths/pipe cleaner was immediately to hand.  Now I have to move.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally need a coffee table now - this is balls!  Now it looks like a proper room keeping it clean is on my mind, as is potential spillage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should laminate the room.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-4761009500136856260?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/4761009500136856260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=4761009500136856260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/4761009500136856260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/4761009500136856260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/03/goddamnit-what-have-i-done.html' title='Goddamnit!  What Have I done?!'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-885634260342921926</id><published>2009-03-20T09:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:43:24.984Z</updated><title type='text'>The Vicious Circle</title><content type='html'>So now I don't have my loungy chair &amp; footstool thingy I don't have anywhere to put feet and pizza when slounging.  This now means I need a coffee table.  Pah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, apparently I need place mats for the table.  I'm not sure why I need place mats, the fact that the table surface is one huge placemat appears to be lost on most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plates are generally bigger than place mats so they can't be for keeping the table protected from spillage, and even if that were the case you still have to clean the bloody place mats so where the hell is the win here?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, you people are ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it now isn't it?  An endless quest for inanimate objects.  Thank God the Nintendo DSi is out soon so I can go back to sensible, right-thinking purchases.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-885634260342921926?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/885634260342921926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=885634260342921926' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/885634260342921926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/885634260342921926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/03/viscious-circle.html' title='The Vicious Circle'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-8295107763754718011</id><published>2009-03-19T16:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T16:46:16.610Z</updated><title type='text'>Games for the lazily evil</title><content type='html'>1)  Open up MSN, find a 'friend' who is playing their XBox 360 (it will show in their description)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Start conversation with them.  they will have to type with the console controller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) They will grow tired of this, mostly they will go away and 'catch you later' so be sure to pick a dumb one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The dumb ones will shut down their game and mvoe to their PC, fire that up and log back in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) When they do so, type 'gtg' and log off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-8295107763754718011?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/8295107763754718011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=8295107763754718011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8295107763754718011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8295107763754718011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/03/games-for-lazily-evil.html' title='Games for the lazily evil'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-4142505167908652608</id><published>2009-03-19T11:36:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:04:53.111Z</updated><title type='text'>Now, about those pebbles......</title><content type='html'>Behold the desolate, sofa-less wastleland in which I live..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/ScIuarD79BI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ow6huhpy4JA/s1600-h/rug.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/ScIuarD79BI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ow6huhpy4JA/s200/rug.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314861546021319698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Here, the cold light of the laptop as I write an email from the harsh iron(ish) chair, the cruel glass of the dining table reflects my misery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/ScIvlkFl20I/AAAAAAAAAPY/AWATazocXG0/s1600-h/lappy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/ScIvlkFl20I/AAAAAAAAAPY/AWATazocXG0/s200/lappy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314862832639400770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A charity shop jigsaw puzzle, abandoned in the corner........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/ScIvesnUwHI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/gdTXl6sXrcM/s1600-h/table.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/ScIvesnUwHI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/gdTXl6sXrcM/s200/table.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314862714669285490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......But what's this?! (cue an angelic 'ooohooaaaaaahhhhooooooh!')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/ScIxUvmnlzI/AAAAAAAAAPg/5KNZ1ypPJBw/s1600-h/IMG_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/ScIxUvmnlzI/AAAAAAAAAPg/5KNZ1ypPJBw/s320/IMG_0072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314864742696195890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........oooooooooooooooOOOOOOOooooooooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/ScIvW56CExI/AAAAAAAAAPI/GbOJ3sMqQAA/s1600-h/longview.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/ScIvW56CExI/AAAAAAAAAPI/GbOJ3sMqQAA/s200/longview.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314862580798460690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....here I am chillaxin', listening to some cool tunes, completely unaware of the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/ScIvBSYxuXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/3A7Bk9g1dOU/s1600-h/relax.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/ScIvBSYxuXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/3A7Bk9g1dOU/s200/relax.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314862209412741490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Here I am studying hard, but still fully chillaxidaisical, again natural, unaware of the camera I must have accidentally attached via gorillapod to the shelf unit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/ScIustpB5EI/AAAAAAAAAO4/4b6wf_qYQ8s/s1600-h/study.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/ScIustpB5EI/AAAAAAAAAO4/4b6wf_qYQ8s/s200/study.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314861855951414338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do some more pictures later, when the sofa-bed element is extended - I'll probably be wearing some sexy lingerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even try - that's in your head for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-4142505167908652608?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/4142505167908652608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=4142505167908652608' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/4142505167908652608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/4142505167908652608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/03/now-about-those-pebbles.html' title='Now, about those pebbles......'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/ScIuarD79BI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ow6huhpy4JA/s72-c/rug.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-3109800641568245209</id><published>2009-03-17T16:38:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:51:13.312Z</updated><title type='text'>Pope: Condom Use Increases Spread of AIDS</title><content type='html'>Carrying on the fine tradition of ignorance and murder by proxy pioneered by Jean Paul II, Pope Benolyn has &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/africa/7947460.stm"&gt;decreed&lt;/a&gt; that the use of condoms can only serve to increase the spread of the deady AIDS virus which has claimed 25 million African lives since 1981.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than  referring to anything approaching a scientific or factual analysis he claimed that friendship and spiritual awakening would cure Africa of this deadly epidemic.  The Pope didn't, of course, refer to the Bible when making this decree as it is also completely silent on the issue of contraception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone explain to me why completely unqualified religious people are allowed to speak to medical matters? To matters of state? to matters of life and death? I'd have no objection to this if he backed up his words with credible evidence.  I would have no problem with any religious 'leader' vomitting out their opinion, no matter how unpalatable, if they based it on anything other than uninformed, ignorant opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, this is a smashing day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-3109800641568245209?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/3109800641568245209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=3109800641568245209' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/3109800641568245209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/3109800641568245209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/03/pope-condom-use-increases-spread-of.html' title='Pope: Condom Use Increases Spread of AIDS'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-1042489919183503800</id><published>2009-03-17T15:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:04:23.201Z</updated><title type='text'>Working the Matt-way</title><content type='html'>The last two posts should give some brief insight into my less than sane method of working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is in brief:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receive Information&gt;Analyse&gt;Evaluate&gt;Go fucking mental&gt;Swear&gt;Swear Louder&gt;Invent new Swear words&gt;Solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a variation on the correct method of work, but it works for me.  Now normally the process is brief, I need the venting bit in the middle because that's the part where identify all of the problems with the particular nugget of crystalised stupid that has landed at my desk.  If you can't find all of the problems, you can't make a solution and anyone who tells you otherwise is a fucking idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time that something so monumentally dumb has landed at my desk that I've worked on my CV rather than a solution.  I've  calmed down, the CV stays on hold - at least for the next 3 months.  After that, we'll see ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-1042489919183503800?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/1042489919183503800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=1042489919183503800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/1042489919183503800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/1042489919183503800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/03/working-matt-way.html' title='Working the Matt-way'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-6775899202317860326</id><published>2009-03-17T12:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:36:48.021Z</updated><title type='text'>Silver Linings</title><content type='html'>I just checked out monster.co.uk and discovered that if I hold on for 6-12 months and get on a particular training course, there are a lot of jobs for what I do out there should things continue along the same lines as they are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important I think short-term here - making the changes while the sofa is still young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-6775899202317860326?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/6775899202317860326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=6775899202317860326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/6775899202317860326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/6775899202317860326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/03/silver-linings.html' title='Silver Linings'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-8859714562157325093</id><published>2009-03-17T11:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:35:11.635Z</updated><title type='text'>Just breathe...count to ten....really, calm down!</title><content type='html'>I know I get irritated by the world at large a lot, but I also laugh a lot at the things that I find irritating - if you can't laugh at them you'd really have to cry.  being a manly-man who likes fire, red meat, beer and pies that really isn't an option for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am so angry that I can't actually work - I'm properly seething and I don't like it.  It doesn't matter why, it's a work thing that would bore you senseless but suffice to say circumstances and people beyond my control are currently doing some unfathomably stupid things that will result in my life becoming very difficult.  I made a decision the other day to stop using swearing like puntuation, unfortunately these fucking fuckwitted fucksticks have put paid to that at least for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for the lack of bloggin by the way, but if you think I'm in a  bad mood now you really should have caught me last week, that was something spectacular.  Thursday was particularly special.  I think I managed to speak entirely in expletives for a whole afternoon, which is harder than it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, S-Day is on Thursday.  Squoodgy sofa goodness.  w00t!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-8859714562157325093?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/8859714562157325093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=8859714562157325093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8859714562157325093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8859714562157325093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-breathecount-to-tenreally-calm.html' title='Just breathe...count to ten....really, calm down!'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-6492908063465595112</id><published>2009-03-08T19:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:19:35.124Z</updated><title type='text'>The Power of the Sofa?</title><content type='html'>I've actually been playing around with some webby things today.  I am of all next weekend and right now, unless I find something better to do with my time (Jason IX anyone? :p) I'll be doing something with &lt;a href="http://www.gravybrowning.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.  I've got a couple of tools I'm playing around with.  I think I'll launch something 'Make do' to start with while I tinker with something else that may or may not eventually get completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very least I'll launch a new blog.  Working title is 'tasteless colour', but I'll take other suggestions before dismissing you all as idiots. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-6492908063465595112?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/6492908063465595112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=6492908063465595112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/6492908063465595112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/6492908063465595112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/03/power-of-sofa.html' title='The Power of the Sofa?'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-908234094178044643</id><published>2009-03-06T13:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:58:16.153Z</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Festive</title><content type='html'>This year so far I am going to Glastonbury and Sonisphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now trying to work out how to afford Download too, mainly becaise Faith No More are playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far Glastonbury bands look OK, but I'm going more because of the experience than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonishpere is new and has Metallica headlining (w00t!).  Also, the super-more awesomer Alice in Chains are playing.  The blonde dude died a while back, but the new dude they have in the line-up looks passable and its the guitarist guy who's the creative talent anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BttcIVj_VUE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BttcIVj_VUE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-908234094178044643?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/908234094178044643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=908234094178044643' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/908234094178044643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/908234094178044643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/03/feeling-festive.html' title='Feeling Festive'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-7811521233762127867</id><published>2009-03-06T13:07:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:37:42.718Z</updated><title type='text'>The arrogance of the Super Hero</title><content type='html'>Who the hell calls themself 'Superman'?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A twat, that's who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Super-Heros &amp;amp; Villains have names that relate to their powers - The Flash; The Human Torch; Banshee &lt;span style="font-size:25;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; Aquaman&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(2)&lt;/span&gt;; The Green Lantern; The Silver Surfer; Jubilee(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Superpeeps have names related to animals to which they or their powers bear (haha! I am funny) a resemblance or an affinity - Rhino; Spiderman; The Blue Beetle; Batman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the sooper gang have completely random names that don't mean anything and are selected purely for their cool - Gambit; Rogue; Lobo etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these I can live with, but there is something about the kind of Superhero (not villain) that gives themselves a name which basically says 'I'm better than you are'.  Superman - fuck you, fuck you right in the ear you spandex wearing, narcissistic closet-case.  The only reason you don't like Bizarro is because you thought that you would finally get an opportunity to make sweet love to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderwoman, I have a marginal amount of time for if for nothing other than the fact she is about the only female super-hero who isn't some lamed-up female immitation of an existing male hero.  She-Hulk?  Please.  Seriously, you're telling me that the only way women can get super powers is if a guy has had them first - and even then can only develop powers that are lamer than the original?  pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Wonderwoman - change your name, you don't want to associate yourself with the likes of Superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while we're on it - the Mr Fantastic and the Fantastic 4?!  Yeah, you haven't disappeared up your own arses.  How you manage to defeat the galaxy's enemies so regularly with such weak-ass powers is beyond me, but whatever the case, Fantastic is a word reserved for describing things like a nice pie, not stretchy losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am personally very impressed that I can still get angry about this 18 years after I stopped collecting comics.  no one is cooler than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1 Yeah, scream like a girl and dress in lime green and pink - you're totally not gay.&lt;br /&gt;2 - I could spend all day here, but everything is too easy&lt;br /&gt;3 - Latin for 'Irritating scrotal growth with a superpower that would make Aquaman laugh who should DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIE!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-7811521233762127867?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/7811521233762127867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=7811521233762127867' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/7811521233762127867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/7811521233762127867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/03/arrogance-of-super-hero.html' title='The arrogance of the Super Hero'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-8115979770276679690</id><published>2009-03-03T14:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:54:48.777Z</updated><title type='text'>Universal Truths - Number 89</title><content type='html'>If you eat a filled donut and it is filled with anyhing but jam, you are a sick freak and beyond help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-8115979770276679690?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/8115979770276679690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=8115979770276679690' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8115979770276679690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8115979770276679690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/03/universal-truths-number-89.html' title='Universal Truths - Number 89'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-4297193528379908518</id><published>2009-03-01T08:36:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-01T09:51:40.642Z</updated><title type='text'>Closing the drapes</title><content type='html'>I supposed to be in Oxford yesterday visiting a friend, I was promised curry and crumble.  Unfortunately, she was moving and realised that getting back from Birmingham at 1am, starting the move at 5am, then preparing a meal and enduring an evening of my company did not make for a stable mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did highlight this earlier in the week, so it was not exactly a surprise - but any loss of curry or crumble is a shock to the system, even when you are pretty sure it's coming.  Time will heal the wounds, but the memory of what could have been will never fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up pretty early having had a pretty liquid evening on Friday.  Apparently I had some kind of premonition about the cancellation because there was a virtually intact curry all plated up and covered in my fridge that I had purchased the night before.  I couldn't work out why it was so intact, then I found the tell tale signs that I had ordered multiple courses, Nan and side-orders.  I seemingly didn't get around to the main course. I don't usually order so many bits, and then I noticed that I had used my own rice.  I know my brain so I can make a good guess at my astounding fiscal logic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Brain: There's no need to order rice, I have plenty&lt;br /&gt;Counter-brain:  That's a good point.  You've got that nice lime and coriander stuff&lt;br /&gt;Brain:  Yes, yes I have.  Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;Counter-brain:  That saves some monies, we rock!&lt;br /&gt;Brain:  Indeed we do.&lt;br /&gt;Counter-brain: ....&lt;br /&gt;Brain: What's that look?&lt;br /&gt;Counter-brain:  They have chicken tikka and onion budgies.  If we're saving all that money by not ordering rice, we could have a feast fit for a king!&lt;br /&gt;Brain:  How much contact have you had with royalty exactly?&lt;br /&gt;Counter-brain:  The queen drove past our primary school once, do you remember?  We had a flag.&lt;br /&gt;Brain: Uh-huh.  Back to your proposal.  Will we get through all that food?  We're pretty steamed - I don't want to fall asleep in the mint yoghurt&lt;br /&gt;Counter-brain:  You know you're going to lose this debate right?  Apart from anything else you are too drunk to do sums&lt;br /&gt;Brain:  Fair point, let’s stare at the menu for 10 minutes then order the same things as always but with some superfluous extras&lt;br /&gt;Counter-brain: w00t.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of yesterday was a mixed bag - my oven &amp; grill seems to be knackered which is annoying - I had to fry my breakfast.  Incidentally, I noticed that sometimes the difference between breakfast and dinner is chips.  Sausages, bacon, egg, toast - maybe tomatoes or beans - that's breakfast.  Remove the toast; add chips and you have comfort dinner.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I get ahead of myself, before breakfast I drove to Epsom as I had decided to buy some DVDs and the like to occupy my day.  My car was utterly filthy, it was looking more grey than black.  The car park I used has one of those car cleaning gangs, so I decided to have it cleaned inside and out whilst I was mooching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wandered in to town and picked up the excellent Assassin's Creed game for my 360, as it was going cheap.  I also got all 3 Matrix movies for a tenner.  I only really like the first one as they disappear up their own arse after that, but for ten quid I am not going to get too upset.  I also picked up Spawn - a movie I remember being OK, but after watching it again I realise that it was almost criminal in its awfulness.  I hope someone else has another crack at it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to the car it occurred to me that I had paid less for 3 blockbuster movies than I was paying to get my car cleaned.  I want to send Keanu Reeves a letter which tells him this fact.  I like to think he would read it and say 'oh! Dude! Like....totally'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah - the title of the post!  I was walking back to the car and noticed a few shops closing down; I initially thought that this was a sad sign of the recession.  But then I noticed they all seemed to be bedding stores.  There are like 5 of them on 100 yards of high street.  Now Epsom isn't a massive place, I don't care how duvet-crazy the local populace is, surely there isn't enough business to sustain neighbouring quilt-vendors?  The one that is closing hadn't diversified into drapes and wrinkly people floral patterns.  Evidently, that's where the money's at!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-4297193528379908518?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/4297193528379908518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=4297193528379908518' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/4297193528379908518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/4297193528379908518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/03/closing-drapes.html' title='Closing the drapes'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-505233309870572597</id><published>2009-02-28T15:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:20:48.223Z</updated><title type='text'>Seriously, who the hell is this for?!</title><content type='html'>I meant to post this ages ago when I first saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/SalhAJ-LZcI/AAAAAAAAAOo/gBOPA9LCpG8/s1600-h/omlette.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/SalhAJ-LZcI/AAAAAAAAAOo/gBOPA9LCpG8/s200/omlette.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307880291137447362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely if you can't put eggs in a pan, you should be allowed to starve?  I mean, what ever happened to natural selection?  Before you attack me on this, just bear in mind that these people will be allowed to breed - there's nothing to stop them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-505233309870572597?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/505233309870572597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=505233309870572597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/505233309870572597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/505233309870572597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/02/seriously-who-hell-is-this-for.html' title='Seriously, who the hell is this for?!'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/SalhAJ-LZcI/AAAAAAAAAOo/gBOPA9LCpG8/s72-c/omlette.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-8315436823771954092</id><published>2009-02-26T11:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:24:38.846Z</updated><title type='text'>The sofa-shaped space</title><content type='html'>Is about to be filled.  The man from Dfs, he say yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The measuring monkeys didn't so much measure as eye the place up but now if it doesn't fit, I don't get stuck with a sofa I can't get inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to wait for 5 weeks for it to arrive ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-8315436823771954092?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/8315436823771954092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=8315436823771954092' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8315436823771954092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8315436823771954092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/02/sofa-shaped-space.html' title='The sofa-shaped space'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-7877401723320175324</id><published>2009-02-24T16:11:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:17:10.597Z</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Phrenology...</title><content type='html'>I finally went to get my haircut today, after about 10 weeks of growth people were starting to give me their spare change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I mooched to town this afternoon to see if anywhere had someone available for the necessary deforrestation.  One advantage of the new work gadget is that I can technically claim to be at work whilst drinking coffee and getting my haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The haircut started in the same way that most do - with the scissor-wielding snipologist trying to work out if you are the chatty type and, if so, does she really want to chat to me?*.  Lots of people always have the same person cutting their hair each visit whereas I tend to forget who it was in between visits.  I'm sure if I remembered, and I also actualyl booked in advance and actualyl remembered to think about getting my hair cut then this weird silence could be avoided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That portion of the experience ended aound the time that she finished off the right hand side bit of my head, at which point we started talking about my job (which I kept brief), holiday plans etc (standard haridresser talk!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monica, it turns out, is from Slovakia.   A fact I noticed she revealed with some trepidation.  Despite being here for 9 years, she evidently still encounters brains printed by the Daily Mail.  Then the subject to my country of origin - upon finding out about my glorious Welsh heritage she said 'Yes, you have Welsh hair'.  I didn't quite know how to greet this news to be honest, I had no idea that the Welsh had a certain type of hair.  I took this to mean that it was of a higher quality than English hair, a suggestion that caused an almost insulting amount of laughing.   I speculated that perhaps I was bestowed the hair at an early age by some kind of druid, once my Welshness had been proven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on for some time with various suggestions of the origin of Welsh hair (I can tell you're surprised).  I probably shouldn't have, there's something discomforting about someone giggling whilst holding sharp objects around your head and neck area.  I'd think there has to be some loss of control, but being the less bright sort I soldiered on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if she could tell if I was some kind of freak just by my hair.  The look she gave me indicatated that it wasn't my hair that revealed that golden nugget of insight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I now no longer look like I sleep on park benches and I also remember who cut my hair, though given my age and propensity for forgetting my own name I wouldn't hold my breath for that lasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*I do tend to go to hairdressers rather than cheap-o barbers even though I have reached the age of always getting the same haircut, rendering much of their expertise redundant, but if you haven't worked out that I am a sucker by now then you've not been paying attention.&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/15358450-7877401723320175324?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/7877401723320175324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=7877401723320175324' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/7877401723320175324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/7877401723320175324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/02/extreme-phrenology.html' title='Extreme Phrenology...'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-5190041644389263403</id><published>2009-02-23T06:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:02:36.039Z</updated><title type='text'>Desparately seeking sofa......</title><content type='html'>Yes I do know I've used that pun before.  What can I say?  I'm an eco-warrior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ordered a sofa-bed yesterday, which will make the 2 people who visit me very happy.  I'm predicting Pedr coming here on with some very exciteable comments, or at least he would have had I not pointed out that he would be, now he may not be.  If you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of running out of things to put in the front room that were non-sofas.  So anyway, I may be getting one now, it depends on a few things - most of which aren't worth going into but one of which came as a surprise to me.  You see I've heard so many people talk about how when their sofa arrived they had to remove the whole west wall of the house in order to get it in, or some crap, I've been worried about getting anything larger than a footstool up my staircase (1st floor flat - or 2nd floor if you're a yank).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I inquire about this sofabed, and tell them my concerns and I am told quite patiently - as if to a child - that they will send someone round this week to measure.  That's what they said, what I heard was 'We're not fucking idiots.  Go back to the special corner and lick a window'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know anyone who has EVER paid full price for anything from &lt;a href="http://www.dfs.co.uk/sofas/winter-sale/193/18"&gt;Dfs&lt;/a&gt;?.  I'm sure their sales end, but only in order to launch the next one.  It's like perpetual motion with those people.  I'm pretty sure that the Bible has been mistranslated and that Dfs selliong a full-price Leather recliner with matching storage stool is one of the signs of the apocaplypes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-5190041644389263403?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/5190041644389263403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=5190041644389263403' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/5190041644389263403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/5190041644389263403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/02/desparately-seeking-sofa.html' title='Desparately seeking sofa......'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-1630747834655142164</id><published>2009-02-22T09:58:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-02-22T10:24:58.596Z</updated><title type='text'>For Steampunk - there is no such thing as 'Too much time on your hands'</title><content type='html'>I've seen the &lt;a href="http://steampunkworkshop.com"&gt;steampunk&lt;/a&gt; keyboard:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://steampunkworkshop.com/images/keyboards_blogpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://steampunkworkshop.com/images/keyboards_blogpic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The All-in-one PC (My favourite):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://steampunkworkshop.com/images/ain25-desk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 381px; height: 268px;" src="http://steampunkworkshop.com/images/ain25-desk.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the Steampunk strat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://steampunkworkshop.com/images/pc010420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 284px;" src="http://steampunkworkshop.com/images/pc010420.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now one of the boys has returned to the PC arena by spending a year of his life constructing this beautiful monstrosity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3362/3275655029_6295838714_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3362/3275655029_6295838714_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3322/3276475116_a97bd3b200_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3322/3276475116_a97bd3b200_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3458/3275633411_ceeecf9df4_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3458/3275633411_ceeecf9df4_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer to your question is : 8 feet tall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-1630747834655142164?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/1630747834655142164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=1630747834655142164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/1630747834655142164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/1630747834655142164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-steampunk-there-is-no-such-thing-as.html' title='For Steampunk - there is no such thing as &apos;Too much time on your hands&apos;'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3362/3275655029_6295838714_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-8533221172723130595</id><published>2009-02-21T11:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:27:28.643Z</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah...I for got about that!</title><content type='html'>Remember &lt;a href="www.gravybrowning.com"&gt;this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had that for a couple years now, and now I have some time to devote to learning how to build a passable website again, I am going to start saying I am going to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course i could just use templates etc., but that would be too easy and might actually mean it gets done.  And no one wants that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-8533221172723130595?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/8533221172723130595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=8533221172723130595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8533221172723130595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8533221172723130595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-yeahi-for-got-about-that.html' title='Oh yeah...I for got about that!'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-5771406634880426562</id><published>2009-02-20T17:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:03:23.564Z</updated><title type='text'>Talking of UI design</title><content type='html'>Apologies for the news source here, unfortunately I couldn't find anyone else reporting on this potential &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,489444,00.html"&gt;awesomeness&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story came out of the Technology, Entertainment, Design conference in early Feb.  It's a concept that's been tagged with what I think is quite a cool nickname - Wear Your World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crappy Fox article doesn't really explore the possibilities, I first heard the story on the excellent &lt;a href="http://www.theskepticsguide.org"&gt;Skeptic's Guide to the Universe&lt;/a&gt;.  What's fascinating about this is that the technology used is all off the shelf, currently available stuff.  It essentially turns any flat(ish) surface into a display.  The final device would either have to be swisher looking, or preferably inconcspicuous, but here are some examples of the kind application for this thing.  outline a circle on your wrist and it projects the correct time there.  Maybe you're leafing through a book at a book store, you can program it to search the t'interweb for reviews of books you are looking at.  Browsing in a store, it can go off and find you those products on line and give you information on potential savings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key here is making such a decvice unobtrusive and seamless to use, otherwise it goes the sameway as the VR headset (also discussed on the same podcast).  The fact that this uses existing off the shelf stuff, makes this viable - whether anyone will invest the considerable amount needed to make this a commercial product is questionable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-5771406634880426562?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/5771406634880426562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=5771406634880426562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/5771406634880426562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/5771406634880426562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/02/talking-of-ui-design.html' title='Talking of UI design'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-4313195788397990615</id><published>2009-02-20T17:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:46:47.743Z</updated><title type='text'>The Art of User interface Design.</title><content type='html'>I've been using some Apple products for some time now, I have a MacBook, I have an iPhone and I use my old iPod as my home stereo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a windows laptop for work, probably going to rebuild my media centre at home, have an Xbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also now have a Blackberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now without a doubt, when it comes to User Interface Apple is king - this is a fact that cannot be disputed.  I can't think of a single company that hasn't copied the UI principles that Apple sets in place.  Except for Microsoft Zune, that was awesome UI with unfortunately shitty form factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is where Apple wins again, but in my opinion that's very much more an 'if you like that kind of thing' issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, for basic stuff, the Windows UI works great.  I mean Vista blows chunks but I am quite a fan of XP.  I like XP better because Vista is suspiciously mac-esque  and I find it disappointing that after 20 years, Apple moved away from the original interface that they [allegedly] stole from Rank Xerox, which in turn was [allegedly] stolen from Apple by Microsoft, only to have the Microsoft boys do the a slightly more subtle form of theft with Vista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's disappointing because Microsoft are no slouches, they have massive R&amp;D brains and boffins plugging away at all sorts of cool stuff (Surface is already being applied to multiple emerging technologies).  It's just a shame that their marketing and sales guys appear to hate their employers and constantly drop them in the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I digress.  Apple stuff looks good, but more importantly for the purposes of this post is incredibly easy for the layman to pick up and use immediately.  Not so much the more advanced stuff, but basic operation of new concepts Apple is king.  When it comes to more complex things I would suggest that the windows UI follows a more logical progression, but that'll be a matter of taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a LOT to say about the Apple vs. MS debate here, especially around how Apple appear to be able to get away with the sharkiest of business manoeuvres with 0 comeback, how they have a significantly easier job than Microsoft and a whole host of other things that I am sure you're even less interested in than the rest of this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was originally about UI design, let’s go back there.  So.  iPhone, limited but painless.  Zune, loveable in the extreme but didn't work with my Mac and battery life was appalling.  Blackberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Blackberry!  Imagine turning on your phone and having it squirt wee-laden acid into your eyes.  This is the experience that the designers of this marvellous device have gone for.  They evidently saw the writing on the wall when iPhone came out and thought trying to be in any way easy to use was an exercise in futility.  They can't be number one in usability then they'll be number 1 in 'number of handsets launched at unfortunate passersby'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this phone it's really quite entertaining.  Currently I am trying to list the ways in which they could have made the user interface worse.  So far I have:  'Keys made from jellyfish' and 'random electric shocks'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-4313195788397990615?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/4313195788397990615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=4313195788397990615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/4313195788397990615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/4313195788397990615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/02/art-of-user-interface-design.html' title='The Art of User interface Design.'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-1281140334442315625</id><published>2009-02-20T17:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:03:32.613Z</updated><title type='text'>'Just one more thing.......'</title><content type='html'>You know sometimes you look at a headline and do a double-take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that, mainly because what I thought I saw is ALWAYS a better story than what i actually saw.  See - &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/south_asia/7902392.stm"&gt;clicky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me a story entitled 'Tamil Tigers attack Columbo' wouldn't be better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-1281140334442315625?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/1281140334442315625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=1281140334442315625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/1281140334442315625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/1281140334442315625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-one-more-thing.html' title='&apos;Just one more thing.......&apos;'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-6032416706904174975</id><published>2009-02-17T15:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:46:52.826Z</updated><title type='text'>The slippery slope</title><content type='html'>For a variety of reasons I've finally aquiesced tohaving a work phone.  Because I spend a lot more time away from my desk, I tend to get calls on my mobile and I have to redirect calls to it.  These calls would be a lot easier to ignore if they went to my work phone as I would immediately know they are work related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately the phone in question is a Blackberry, which does mean I'll have access to work email all the time.  It'll also mean I'll have a Blackberry AND and iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros:  Work is buying me a new gadget (even if it isn't very up to date)&lt;br /&gt;Cons:  By owning a Blackberry AND an iPhone, not opnly am I one of those self important twats who has 2 phones but I am a self important twat with two phones that shout 'look at me! I'm all important'.  It's like I got the double-whammy-quadro-twat package, exclusively from O2.  I think I'll run a book on how long it takes me to get one of those super-cool and sexy blue-tooth 'Kill me now' ear-pieces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-6032416706904174975?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/6032416706904174975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=6032416706904174975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/6032416706904174975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/6032416706904174975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/02/slippery-slope.html' title='The slippery slope'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-6536177519619766106</id><published>2009-02-11T22:44:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:15:16.871Z</updated><title type='text'>Slashathon</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, I got me the whole run of Jason &amp; Freddy movies en route!  I am very excited.&lt;br /&gt;I am going through getting some of my favourite horror and slasher flicks together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have definitely not watched the endless Jason sequels or all the NOES movies so am looking forward to a good solid few weeks of bad acting and great baddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason Friday the 13th Part 9 (Jason Goes to Hell) doesn't seem to be available in Region 2 format, but I persevered and picked it up for a fiver on Region 1 on Playtrade.  Given that part 4 is called 'The Final Chapter', I can only assume that parts 5 through 8 are detailing his journey into the hereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, none of these movies are what you could call 'Good films' I guess.  These are from an era and a genre where you sort out the baddy, if he's a powerful enough figure the rest of it is arbitrary - all you need to do is work out how many quirky ways he can kill people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I say 'good' in the context of these movies I am talking about entertainment.  Jason X has Jason in space.  Oh Yes.  And being indestructible hell-spawn isn't enough, he gets all cyborged up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freddy Vs. Jason was great fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may even watch them sober this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I am going to get Hellraiser II &amp; III. Unlike the previous mentioned awesomeness, Hellraiser lost its appeal after Clive Barker stopped being involved.  Hellraiser was a different kind of horror movie - The Cenobites were completely different to anything that came before them, and they aren't really baddies - they just ARE.  The giant scorpion-tailed corridor fetus was a bit pointless, but that's not in it for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know how this is coming across, but I don't care.  Hellraiser was a great movie.  Yes it had an annoying screaming girl in it but it did a lot of things differently.  The Cenobites aren't evil as such, and they aren't around simply because they feel like rending people who stumble across a particular location limb from limb.  In fact the main evil-doers in this movie all start off human.  It's not easy to go into without being overly anal.  Very cool movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, that's enough of this - I've been brief but I may return to these movies - especially Hellraiser, I love that movie - not least because it shone through in a period when horror movies were coming out about every 3 minutes, most of them bad.  So don't diss Pinhead or he'll come get ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't come to me with Mike Myers neither, Halloween may have come first but it still blows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-6536177519619766106?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/6536177519619766106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=6536177519619766106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/6536177519619766106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/6536177519619766106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/02/slashathon.html' title='Slashathon'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-5735656342993769707</id><published>2009-02-10T08:41:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:55:18.529Z</updated><title type='text'>OK, this is getting embarrassing now...</title><content type='html'>First, 3 inches of snow cripples the entire London transport system and now &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/7880302.stm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.  Now I want to make this absolutely clear to all non-Britain based readers that this seems to sepcifically be an England problem.  Not what is laughably referred to as 'Severe Weather', just the inability to cope with weather on any scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, that's unfair.  It's specifically the Southeast of england that makes Britain look ridiculous.  In the Midlands, they've had several feet of snow over the last week so I can see that that would cause them serious issues - they aren't used to their rain being solid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London had 3 inches of snow last Sunday night (1st) and the public transport system wasn't fully operational until Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on, but this isn't the main problem I have.  It's common knowledge that the slightest hint of weather in London makes the whole city grind to a halt, but you think we'd keep it quiet in the same way as you wouldn't mention a wheat intolerance (seriously, how pathetic an ailment is that?) in public.  But no, we advertise to the world that a new ice age has dawned and BRITAIN weathers the storm!  No actually what happens is this - London falls in a heap in the corner and cries like a little girl with a skinned knee, the rest of England gets ignored, everywhere else acknowledges the fact that it's WINTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, there are Canadians who shit more snow than fell in London last week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-5735656342993769707?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/5735656342993769707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=5735656342993769707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/5735656342993769707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/5735656342993769707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/02/ok-this-is-getting-embarrassing-now.html' title='OK, this is getting embarrassing now...'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-8002484456908470004</id><published>2009-02-09T11:14:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:22:11.850Z</updated><title type='text'>Every day....ish</title><content type='html'>Yeah, that lasted didn't it? But let's be honest here, a post every day from someone who leads as uninteresting a life as me is not going to be thrilling reading for you.  Today I offer furtherinsight into the tangled ball of yarn that I use for a brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially my brain and my stomach need to be kept separated.  They are liek your best friend in school with whom you came up with more and more elaborate activities to occupy your time with.  Strangely, 90% of these activities for me involved digging holes, rivers and sticks and any combination of those 3 things.  Digging holes in rivers is as tough as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, time consuming things to achieve basically the same end result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the excellent but inexplicably cancelled Studio 60 on The Sunset Strip the other day.  I decided that I wouldn't cook, I would make a sandwich.  I mulled this over for half hour or so, before I decided I would make some kind of toastie snack.  After a while I upped this craving to a nice burger.  Yummy.  More mulling - 'enough!' I thought and adjourned to the Budgens to buy burger makin's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived back in my kitchen with rump steak, wholemeal baguettes, mustard seeds and pepper.  I proceded to make steak &amp; onion baguettes.  It was yummy, but seriously - if I'd just stuck with the cheese toastie, would the world have ended?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-8002484456908470004?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/8002484456908470004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=8002484456908470004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8002484456908470004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8002484456908470004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/02/every-dayish.html' title='Every day....ish'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-8097698048962582765</id><published>2009-02-03T18:43:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:01:54.779Z</updated><title type='text'>mmmm....pie.....</title><content type='html'>I left work early today, mainly because I felt like it but the fairly flimsy excuse I used was that the canteen monkeys hadn't made it in in order to purvey over-priced crap.  I was a hungry hippo and needed pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the shop next door increases in more awesomer almost daily.  They now sell delicious steak pie made by (I imagine) a jolly farmer's wife in Oxfordshire.  So I bought pie.  Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend, I got this off eBay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/SYiRyYq19pI/AAAAAAAAAOg/aMAZ8pPRYX4/s1600-h/stereo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/SYiRyYq19pI/AAAAAAAAAOg/aMAZ8pPRYX4/s320/stereo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298645256403023506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might think that 2 radios in such a small property is enough, these people are clearly idiots.  Whilst I can hear the radio if it is on in the kitchen and I am in the front room, I can't hear it like it is in the same room.  Because it isn't.  See?  Good.  I'm glad I cleared that up.  Was it not De La Soul that once propounded 'Three, that's the magic number'?  Who am I to argue with such god's amongst men?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also has an iPod dock and a CD player which is great, but to be honest I'm mainly into the DAB tuner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ex-display and so was pretty cheap, so this makes me happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rather optimistic delivery company sent me an email yesterday confidently proclaiming that the parcel would arrive today.  I suspect that these people work somewhere windowless.  Either that or they have special ski-vans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ski-vans would be cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-8097698048962582765?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/8097698048962582765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=8097698048962582765' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8097698048962582765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8097698048962582765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/02/mmmmpie.html' title='mmmm....pie.....'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/SYiRyYq19pI/AAAAAAAAAOg/aMAZ8pPRYX4/s72-c/stereo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-303576158104757206</id><published>2009-02-02T16:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:56:06.268Z</updated><title type='text'>what the hell just happened?</title><content type='html'>So after basking in the glory of the mighty Steelers, I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was aware that it had been snowing, it just started after Hannah left.  However.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be off all day but had informally agreed to come in mid-afternoon-ish to cover a few things off.  As it was I got a few phone calls around noon saying that no one had been able to make it in to work and things were not going 100% according to plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself together and left the flat, at which point my lgs up to my knees vanished.  Apparently we had nearly 2 feet of snowfall overnight.  Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have my camera so couldn't get photos, but we've been promised more tonight so maybe I'll get you some then ;).  Nowe I live a little over a mile from the office and it took the  best part of an hour to get here on foot, my colleague took 5.5 hours to travel 22 miles.  Welcome to Surrey, a county that is completely allergic to weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-303576158104757206?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/303576158104757206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=303576158104757206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/303576158104757206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/303576158104757206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-hell-just-happened.html' title='what the hell just happened?'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-3039491748356078872</id><published>2009-02-02T03:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-02T03:36:47.231Z</updated><title type='text'>The Gallery (Superbowl Special)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/SYZqPBiJuRI/AAAAAAAAAOY/GQeHnmhBc3M/s1600-h/steelers+superbowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/SYZqPBiJuRI/AAAAAAAAAOY/GQeHnmhBc3M/s320/steelers+superbowl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298038817990228242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Jones (30).  Wales.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-3039491748356078872?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/3039491748356078872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=3039491748356078872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/3039491748356078872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/3039491748356078872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/02/gallery-superbowl-special.html' title='The Gallery (Superbowl Special)'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/SYZqPBiJuRI/AAAAAAAAAOY/GQeHnmhBc3M/s72-c/steelers+superbowl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-2815783513062129677</id><published>2009-02-01T18:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:34:31.299Z</updated><title type='text'>Days off, Roast Awesome and Doughnuts</title><content type='html'>I took the day off everything on Friday and yesterday, including this.  It's my resolution, I didn't bother you with the details and special clauses so nerr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so Friday was spent giving my flat a much needed clean, its not exactly perfect right now but it's approaching habitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also located an awesome Butcher up in Bookham which made me happy.  I couldn't get the mutton I wanted as he needs a day's notice so that it can defrost so he can cut it (not exactly popular as a meat).  The fact that he had any impressed me though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I made do with some diced lamb.  I also picked up a couple pounds of rolled pork loin for my first attempt at a roast dinner and some of the award winning sausages on offer.  He told me, at length, about their sausage achievements, so I decided to buy some bacon too.  Next, back home - finished cleaning and made a large quantity of lamb curry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always had problems making my lamb curry not spicy.  It's the fairly liberal application of garam masala rather than any chili content I think - I've tried it with little to no chilies pr chili powder in the past and it's still quite hot, and progressively so.  Friday I experimented with the ingredients some, with very pleasing results.  I won't bore you all, but essentially it involves plenty of good cumin and a few other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was good for the visiting Hannah as she has chosen not to go with the asbestos-lined mouth approach to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah arrived, we went for a couple drinks and then back to the flat for some yummy curry goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday arrived and with it I made some breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausages, beans and toast.  I've taken to buying unsliced locally baked bread which is lovely in principle but a pain in the arse when slicing for a toaster.  Anyway,  sausages definitely deserved their award and everything else was outstanding too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was  a shopping trip, I needed some shelving units for my ever expanding DVD and book collection so ordered some stuff from Argos.  We also needed Army of Darkness on DVD for completist reasons.  After a trip to Epsom, we couldn't find a copy of this for under 20 pounds (should be about a fiver!).  Instead I picked up Sweeney Todd (yet to watch), 30 days of Night (which Hannah assures me sucks arse)  and two Charlie Brooker books - Dawn of the Dumb and Screen Burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst the other things that afternoon, I picked up a variety of ciders, some carrots and broccoli and mild fear that roast dinner could go horribly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a trip to Tesco - where they sell Krispy Kreme doughnuts.  Oh yes indeed.  We only wanted a half dozen, but that worked out the same price as a dozen (give or take 50p!).  Being the thrifty sort, I got the even dozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the flat and it was champagne and DVDs!   I had this stuff I got given at Christmas so we polished a bottle of it off, because we are classy that way.  then I made the roast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went unfathomably well, I was so pleased.  The crackling wasn't absolutely perfect, but for a first stab I think it was outstanding.  Roast potatoes were yummy, and as I'd thrown a load of quartered onions in the roasting dish*, they were all yummy and charred.  I removed the potatoes and the piggy and poured some nice vintage cider and chicken stock into the roasting dish.  Stirred it all up with a fork, reduced it down and it was good to go.  I will be doing that again, and again.  I so miss roast dinners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I built one of the sets of shelves and am putting my previously 'stored' DVDs out,  I may not need the other set right away but I'll wait and see once I've put my stuff out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There!  See? I don't have to rant all the time, but it's much less entertaining when I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it's been awesome just not even looking at work things for a couple of days, I feel like I've had a week off and I still have some Krispy Kreme doughnuts left, the Superbowl to come and the dilemma of whether to order Papa John's or eat some more curry....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-2815783513062129677?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/2815783513062129677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=2815783513062129677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/2815783513062129677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/2815783513062129677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/02/days-off-roast-awesome-and-doughnuts.html' title='Days off, Roast Awesome and Doughnuts'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-799939021836099773</id><published>2009-01-29T10:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:57:20.210Z</updated><title type='text'>Foiled again....</title><content type='html'>After discovering that out of the 8 people invited to the teleconference, only 1 had anything of substance to say and he is off on Friday, they are rescheduling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begs the question, what the fuck are the other people for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to play a new game called 'Postponement'.  Essentially it involves moving this teleconference forwards without it ever actually occurring.  I've tried my hand at saying the information won't be available until some as yet undefined date in 'late February'.   This should coincide nicely with a major delivery date, which opens up other avenues for the next round of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being unduly cruel, I'm weening these poor addled addicts off their daily teleconference fix.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if evolution were left to these people we'd all be sat in caves trying to work out if rocks are edible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-799939021836099773?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/799939021836099773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=799939021836099773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/799939021836099773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/799939021836099773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/foiled-again.html' title='Foiled again....'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-9173742547149052927</id><published>2009-01-28T18:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:51:07.515Z</updated><title type='text'>Ooops....</title><content type='html'>That last post was meant to be a few sentences leading into how my mood had improved as the day wore on, but ended up finishing my original rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on.  Act surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am in a not bad mood which is surprising given the week I've been having.  America has produced yet another cool show called Supernatural which I've been watching on DVD this week.  As with many US shows, there are no ugly people in it - except for bad guys and comedy relief, but it's still pretty awesome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on The Wire to come down in price, even the ascerbic &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/profile/charliebrooker"&gt;Charlie Brooker&lt;/a&gt; has called it the best TV show ever made.  HBO in general seems to make awesome TV, comes from being subscription only I guess?  I don't think they have to bow to the power of the advertisers in quite the same way as other stations which allows them a certain creative freedom.  That and some awesome writing talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I digress.  Great TV from HBO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would suggest you stay away from comedies though.  If you want some comedy from that side of the world I suggest you check out the Trailer Park Boys from Canada.  Genius on an epic scale.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that I've heard good things about The Office, despite Steve Carell going on to make some of the most painful, awful and just plain bad movies it's ever been my misfortune to become aware of.  I did watch one of them, 'Generic Wacky Comedy XXVII' I think it wa called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea where all this came from, I am pretty sure I wanted to talk about other things....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-9173742547149052927?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/9173742547149052927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=9173742547149052927' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/9173742547149052927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/9173742547149052927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/ooops.html' title='Ooops....'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-8590985544136502541</id><published>2009-01-28T18:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:34:31.243Z</updated><title type='text'>Who'da thunk it</title><content type='html'>So I started writing a post earlier today about &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/northern_ireland/7855035.stm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; story.  In particular the cowardly and reprehensible way that euphamism and couched language is used to describe a shameful period in history that was smeared in the most brutal, bloody and indiscriminate violence fuelled by hatred and greed.  I'm not picking sides, other than the fact that I'm on the side that's against blowing up school busses in order to prove a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also find it interesting how similar tactics are employed by the slick Israeli PR machine, who's entire argument for blowing up schools and hospitals appears to be 'Well, some people who look kind of the same did it first'.  Again, not picking sides really - Hamas are a bunch of blood thirsty animals too, just like the Israeli government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm a realist.  Humans like to kill eachother for a variety of reasons, it would just be refreshing to have situations like this labelled as they are - a fairly indiscriminate form of murder born of a frustration at an inability to get at the enemy you actually &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to kill.  It's proving a point at the expense of people and property deemed expendable.  And if someone tells you there is anything discriminating about explosives, they are talking out of their arse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-8590985544136502541?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/8590985544136502541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=8590985544136502541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8590985544136502541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8590985544136502541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/whoda-thunk-it.html' title='Who&apos;da thunk it'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-2048624661401590804</id><published>2009-01-27T11:07:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:13:03.930Z</updated><title type='text'>Don't work for big companies</title><content type='html'>But if you do, for God's sake don't make yourself useful.  There is a 4:1 WhatTheFuckDoYouEvenDo:PeopleWithRealJobs ratio in most large organisations, the more you fall into the PeopleWithRealJobs category, the more the WhatTheFuckDoYouEvenDo category will rope you into meetings and teleconferences to do one of 3 things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1)  Pretend to know what they are talking about, ask banal questions aitr 'concerns'.  All of these things will be preceded by the phrase 'What concerns me...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Repeat what was said at the last productivity black-hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Arrange the next productivity blackhole&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, there are a bunch of people here who's sole purpose seems to be to arrange and attend teleconferences.  I've been working on some things here for about 6-8 months and now I am talking to these people who are clearly completely out of their depth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've arranged the next raft of teleconferences for Friday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have the day off on Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-2048624661401590804?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/2048624661401590804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=2048624661401590804' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/2048624661401590804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/2048624661401590804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-work-for-big-companies.html' title='Don&apos;t work for big companies'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-7468264662826195339</id><published>2009-01-25T11:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T11:19:08.864Z</updated><title type='text'>Nothing good comes from change</title><content type='html'>I tried a non rant last night. Blogger broke and I couldn't publish anything. May that be a lesson to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-7468264662826195339?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/7468264662826195339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=7468264662826195339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/7468264662826195339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/7468264662826195339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/nothing-good-comes-from-change.html' title='Nothing good comes from change'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-97116493584306995</id><published>2009-01-23T18:27:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-23T18:50:34.610Z</updated><title type='text'>The Obama effect...</title><content type='html'>So I was watching 'This Week' on BBC 1 last night, for reasons best know to myself.  They started off with the usual 'we're all going to be eating our own knee caps' economy stories.  This always amuses me - Michael Portaloo, Dianne Abbott and Andrew Neil - all privately educated and people of great personal wealth trying to convince us all about how worried they are at our approaching doom.  Desparately trying to  act like they wouldn't be riding down peasants for sport given the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I digress.  After the disingenuous fear mongering came the Obama section..... actually as a side point..... have you noticed how there is only ever 2 pieces of news at any given time?  It's nice of the national media to tell us what's important, all of that thinking for myself after objective reporting was making my brain sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, that's the enws, this is a politics show called 'This Week' so I think we can fairly say that the Obama inauguration should rank fairly highly.  So what do they do to talk about this point?  They do what every news/opinion/ 2 bit broadcaster int he world did.  They got a black guy to tell us how he feels.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The said guy in question is Kwame Kwei-Armah, a particularly talented playwright and half decent actor.  I confess, I wasn't expecting much and he did talk utter gibberish for much of the time.  I think perhaps he had soemthing when he was discussing role models, but I don't actually know.  Unfortunately he focussed most of his attention on how we could follow America's example and elect a Priminister from a similar background to Barack (as he started referring to the leader of the free world).  This of course is utter garbage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, it's entirely feasible, one would hope entirely likely that we will one day soon elect a not white person into the office of Priminister.  What will not happen is someone of Barack Obama's background getting to that, or any other illustrious position (such as London Mayor which was Kwame's 'first step' suggestion).  Why?  Because this is Britain and the game we play is Party Politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to get elected as Priminister, you have to rise in the Party, and this is not done on merit.  This is based on who you are, who you know and where you went to school.  There are any number of difficulties and vagaries of traversing these ridiculous ropes, and ultimately the guy that comes out the end of the process is a subtle variation on the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a privately educated, well spoken, privately wealthy and well connected non-white person could get assimilated into the laservative party and get elected Priminister, but he'll be the same as the white guy he just replaced.  It's a crying shame but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, non-rant tomorrow I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-97116493584306995?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/97116493584306995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=97116493584306995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/97116493584306995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/97116493584306995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/obama-effect.html' title='The Obama effect...'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-7222368849094974419</id><published>2009-01-22T18:16:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-22T18:31:24.516Z</updated><title type='text'>Discounted Hades Ski specials...</title><content type='html'>So I've been asked to do a non-ranty post about some stand-ups that I like.  &lt;a href="http://www.artmeliana.blogspot.com/"&gt;'Livvy&lt;/a&gt; threw down the gauntlet, or in her case some lacey glove or other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order for us to have the best shot at getting a post that is enjoyable to read, I think we should wait for that one until Saturday - after I've eaten sufficent levels of piggy and have caught up on the sleep I've been missing this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's do that shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying at a hotel in Russell Square tonight, I wish I was goingt o get there in time for dinner, I need to make these people pay for what is happening to my poor fragile and incresingly squooshy brains!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-7222368849094974419?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/7222368849094974419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=7222368849094974419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/7222368849094974419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/7222368849094974419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/discounted-hades-ski-specials.html' title='Discounted Hades Ski specials...'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-2473614780971367816</id><published>2009-01-21T22:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:49:54.194Z</updated><title type='text'>Death is no obstacle to a nice orderly queue</title><content type='html'>Because we'd rather &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/7843154.stm"&gt;die&lt;/a&gt; than make a scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-2473614780971367816?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/2473614780971367816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=2473614780971367816' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/2473614780971367816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/2473614780971367816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/death-is-no-obstacle-to-nice-orderly.html' title='Death is no obstacle to a nice orderly queue'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-81119892448375714</id><published>2009-01-20T18:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:52:35.453Z</updated><title type='text'>My public has spoken</title><content type='html'>I'[m not allowed to blog about the NFL any more.  This seems a wise objection to me, I have clearly been struggling for material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only had one entry for the Gallery people, come on draw me something in MsPaint you lazy sacks!  I'll be uploading at the end of the week and it would be nice to have a Tony Hart tribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raised the question of juice combinations last week.  You know how you mix paint and get different shades of different coulours?  But the more colours you add, the more it just starts to turn brown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's like fruit juice, 2 or 3 you can get myriad flavours.  Once you hit 5, you are essentially getting 'Juice flavour', no matter which 5 you've chosen.  Seriously, try it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-81119892448375714?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/81119892448375714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=81119892448375714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/81119892448375714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/81119892448375714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-public-has-spoken.html' title='My public has spoken'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-3061913356535141437</id><published>2009-01-19T15:49:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:22:14.013Z</updated><title type='text'>Superbowl Sunday - see that Kurt?  SUNDAY</title><content type='html'>So as it happens, the mighty mighty Steelers put the evil, baby-eating Baltimore Ravens back in their box and are on their way to Tampa for the Superbowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This creates a problem.  They play the Arizona Tardinals a team that hasn't won since 1947, in fact I think this may be their first appearance in the playoffs since then.  Anyway.  They suck.  A bizarre run of form coupled with opponents who apparently forgot that they were required to play has put this bunch of arsebiscuit in the Superbowl.  This means it could be a massively humiliating defeat for my mighty Steelers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like the Tards.  I dislike their coach, and I really don't like their QB.  I don't object to people believing in God, I don't object too much to Christians, the proper ones are generally quite nice.  Even people who accept awards who thank God only make me vomit in my mouth a little bit these days.  People I really can't stand are the people who ram it down your throat at every available opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step up Kurt Warner, the Tardinals QB.  Now all the commentary teams tell you what a great guy Kurt is and how he's been through a lot and is still a really good guy.  I can only assume that 'Good Guy' in this context means 'Believes in a Christian God'.  Every single game he has to thank Jesus in a variety of different and ever more verbose ways.  Like Jesus watches Fox.  But even as he is vomitting forth his homoerotic plattitudes to this illusory father figure, he is basically calling everyone else int he world a wanker. Seriously, look at it with me here.  Remove the sentences that look like this from every winning post match interview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know I say it all the time but I gotta thank my Lord Jesus Christ, he got me through this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus helped me win today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did I mention I believe in Jesus?@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look at the content:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one believed in me, I'm gonna prove them wrong"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People always overlook me but with Jesus' help I'll keep going"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balls like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.  Firstly, if Jesus is helping you that's fucking cheating.  At best it's an illegal formation, at worst a performance enhancing deity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, quit whining.  You got voted league MVP twice and also got a Superbowl MVP award, who exactly is overlooking you you fucking nutjob?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurt is very keen to tell anyone who will listen what a fervent Christian he is.  &lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I don't care that he's a Christian so much that....... No wait... that was the end of the sentence.  I don't care that he is a Christian - so STOP FUCKING BANGING ON ABOUT IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while you do go on about it, at length, whether anyone one wants you to or not -   Answer me this Kurt, what's the deal with the whole working on a Sunday thing?  You strike me as the kind of chap who is dumb enough to take the Bible literally, you do know that wearing clothes of two different weaves is a stoning offence right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, maybe I should leave the guy alone and so long as he has the good grace to lose, I will :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-3061913356535141437?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/3061913356535141437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=3061913356535141437' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/3061913356535141437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/3061913356535141437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/superbowl-sunday-see-that-kurt-sunday.html' title='Superbowl Sunday - see that Kurt?  SUNDAY'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-390824504104155180</id><published>2009-01-18T22:24:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:00:26.916Z</updated><title type='text'>The Gallery</title><content type='html'>In honour of the legendary &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tony_Hart"&gt;Tony Hart&lt;/a&gt; who sadly died today, please send in your artwork (Mspaint only please) for feature in this post.  I will start you off tomorrow night when I get access to my Windows pc and the only art package that matters :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious here people, I need your pictures - mail them to me at the usual address and I will feature you here :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8oYt7mZrzWQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8oYt7mZrzWQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ku3mLigpMpg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ku3mLigpMpg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BBm1CSyF3uE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BBm1CSyF3uE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lets not forget the mighty Morph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_SrqijHJWwI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_SrqijHJWwI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-390824504104155180?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/390824504104155180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=390824504104155180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/390824504104155180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/390824504104155180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/gallery.html' title='The Gallery'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-1570424892719636850</id><published>2009-01-17T23:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:59:31.905Z</updated><title type='text'>Ben Goldacre</title><content type='html'>A science writer who knows something about science, who'd have thunk it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read nothing else that I recommend, check out &lt;a href="http://www.badscience.net"&gt;Bad Science&lt;/a&gt;.  I've just ordered his book of the same name.  This shouldn't be confused with Dawkins clones and the like, its not about debunking religion or any deities.  This is all about the misrepresentation of science in the media.  Its also about tackling things like detox diets and..... well you get the idea.  I'll give a full review once I'm done with it ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-1570424892719636850?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/1570424892719636850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=1570424892719636850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/1570424892719636850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/1570424892719636850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/ben-goldacre.html' title='Ben Goldacre'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-2431068691987315855</id><published>2009-01-17T23:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:37:34.453Z</updated><title type='text'>Nearly there....</title><content type='html'>I know I keep banging on about work, I'm really very sorry - as the year moves on I'll have more things to talk about I promise!  This year I'm coming out from the wilderness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time.  I've been responsible for a fairly lengthy piece of work that's been going on for the best part of 6 months and Monday sees the last, most visible bit of it go live.  I have paranoia, it could all go horribly wrong.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you can't tinker anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So obviously I will be in work ridiculously early to ensure everything is going well, that nothing is going wrong and that should anything occur I will be there to save the day......well.......not as such.  Fact is its the AFC championship tomorrow and the Steelers is the late game which means I'll be up until the wee hours shouting at the TV.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or homeworking as it's otherwise known.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-2431068691987315855?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/2431068691987315855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=2431068691987315855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/2431068691987315855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/2431068691987315855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/nearly-there.html' title='Nearly there....'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-2293083505823022741</id><published>2009-01-17T01:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:33:21.521Z</updated><title type='text'>It's still Friday somewhere.....</title><content type='html'>So this still counts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob boosted me and I've been in the pub. So far no additional travel plans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-2293083505823022741?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/2293083505823022741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=2293083505823022741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/2293083505823022741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/2293083505823022741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-still-friday-somewhere.html' title='It&apos;s still Friday somewhere.....'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-8805288510331305785</id><published>2009-01-15T18:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-15T18:27:19.816Z</updated><title type='text'>The Dallas Mystery Unfolds</title><content type='html'>OK, so after my inebriation of last Friday I have pieced together why I seemed to have agreed to go to Dallas.  It's all very simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stu announced he would be spending upwards of 6 weeks  there this year as a result of work.  It was at this point I think mentioned I wasn't going abroad this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then chose to reveal that when he travels to Dallas for work, he gets given a suite and if I wanted I could go out and occupy the spare room for the duration of my visit.  Not much of a mystery I'm afraid, I was kind of hoping I'd bumped into a rich heiress and we were having some kind of assignation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there is a bar that has a gazillion beers on tap and if you have one of each in a single sitting, you win some kind of prize....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-8805288510331305785?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/8805288510331305785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=8805288510331305785' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8805288510331305785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8805288510331305785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/dallas-mystery-unfolds.html' title='The Dallas Mystery Unfolds'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-1044067992236085015</id><published>2009-01-15T11:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:44:49.043Z</updated><title type='text'>Calling Number 6......</title><content type='html'>The star of one of the best, weirdest and directionless TV shows of all time has &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/celebritynews/4241944/The-Prisoner-creator-Patrick-McGoohan-dies-aged-80.html"&gt;sadly died&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prisoner is one of my favourite shows of all time, but seriously - what the fuck was with that blob?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/14eUKogPF7s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/14eUKogPF7s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Tb8Jo11uGo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Tb8Jo11uGo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-1044067992236085015?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/1044067992236085015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=1044067992236085015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/1044067992236085015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/1044067992236085015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/calling-number-6.html' title='Calling Number 6......'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-3469244217801490003</id><published>2009-01-14T17:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-14T17:48:01.620Z</updated><title type='text'>How to prioritsie your email...</title><content type='html'>I've been quite busy lately at work, and I receive lots and lots of email on a daily basis.  Obviously this requires some kind of system, so I thought I would share my keys to effiency with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First priority is to deal with anything that has been picked up from my gmail account.  A cynic would say that having my email at work also pick up my personal mail is just a way of making dealing with personal mail look like work.  Not so, I am doing important things for the world economy.  For example, this allows me to respond to important emails from friends who may want to know vital information like what time I intend going to the pub.  We can then coordinate our economic impetus contributions so that the cash injections we provide aren't spread ineffectually over long periods of time, rather they are delivered in one concentrated hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This email redirection also means that I can be kept apprised of the latest special offers from various retailers. Once again this could prompt towards when best to aid either the local, national or global economies with my important purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between my vital work in international finance comes my day job, which has a much higher volume of email associated with it.  This means I have to be ruthless in my efficiency when dealin with work emails.  Here a re a few hints and tips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When Part of a group email&lt;/span&gt; - Often I am involved in emails between multiple recipients.  The unwary can be caught out here.  Here's what you do, you keep half an eye on the emails flying about the place that someone has seen fit to cc you on.  There is no need to read anything at this stage.  Even if it looks like something that is directly related to what you are doing, its usually a good idea to let them run out of steam a bit before you join in.  Once these reponses stop, it usually means that the latest one contains a question for you or someone else playing the same game.  Read as much of the string of garbage as you need to in order to get the salient details and the basics of the wild misjudgements, bad decisions and outright bollox.  Respond with your pearls of wisdom and move away from your desk to make coffee.  Repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The email uzi&lt;/span&gt;- Some people are very odd.  They may have 40 questions for you and choose to send them in 40 spearate emails.  each response to each email will likely result in 40 more questions sent immediately by the email uzi.  Respond to one email every morning until they learn how to use a telephone or write multiple sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Repeater&lt;/span&gt; - AKA The Belch.  This is the guy who emails you the same question rephrased every 45 minutes.  I use copy 'n' paste, you may have another method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Questions from the Client&lt;/span&gt; - See 3), sign off with  Kind Regards instead of Regards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more but there is opportunity for me to leave on time today and you're probably getting bored by now.  w00t!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-3469244217801490003?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/3469244217801490003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=3469244217801490003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/3469244217801490003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/3469244217801490003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-to-prioritsie-your-email.html' title='How to prioritsie your email...'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-2415163379619802414</id><published>2009-01-13T23:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:41:45.256Z</updated><title type='text'>This is harder than I thought....</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I am still going to keep up the posting every day but this next week or so might see one or two placeholders like this one, sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still to come:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sainsbury's contains the death knell of the human race&lt;br /&gt;The Dallas mystery unfolds&lt;br /&gt;Is there such a thing as a nasty tasting combination of fruit juices?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-2415163379619802414?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/2415163379619802414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=2415163379619802414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/2415163379619802414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/2415163379619802414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-harder-than-i-thought.html' title='This is harder than I thought....'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-859678993220792724</id><published>2009-01-12T13:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:09:52.830Z</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>ahem.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET'S GO STEELERS! LET'S GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-859678993220792724?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/859678993220792724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=859678993220792724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/859678993220792724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/859678993220792724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-4912738855907976163</id><published>2009-01-12T13:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:08:52.141Z</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>Covered this in the previous post really, lunch, pappa john's. playoffs.  w00t!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-4912738855907976163?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/4912738855907976163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=4912738855907976163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/4912738855907976163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/4912738855907976163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-2630889693053343583</id><published>2009-01-12T12:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:50:49.450Z</updated><title type='text'>Friday...</title><content type='html'>My awesome plan of staying late at work on Friday in order to avoid going in at the weekend hit something of a hiccup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hiccup in question was my old flatmate Stu, he returned to town yesterday so I elected to leave work before 7 and meet for a quiet pint and a catch up and to do a few hours on Sunday instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I arranged to meet Stu for a quiet pint.  We had a quiet pint.  Then we were hungry so we adjourned to the best of the strangely numerous Italian restaurants in Leatherhead.  We thenproceeded to polish of 2 bottles of particularly palatable Chianti (yeah like I know wine!).  There was also food involved at some stage (meat balls if memory serves).  After which we went for a few less quiet drinks - considerable quantities of gin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually after such an evening I would be eating a farmyard for breakfast but I had arrangements to meet some people for lunch and wanted to have room for the plate fulls of goodness available at Caesar's.  This time I was meeting Dave, my last flatmate and his girlfriend Gemma, along with Nick and Kara.  I had a rib-eye if anyone is interested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch done with I went shopping for food to supply me for the evening's playoffs.  Usually I shop when I am starving (in case you hadn't noticed yet, I'm an idiot) but this time, full of steak and chips I found I was quite light on junk food when I left which, as you can imagine, was quit disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind,  pappa john's supplied me with a crack-laced pizza for the evening's work ahead and I watched both hiome teams get knocked out of the running.  A successful evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, however, fail to clean my flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.  And I think sometime during the gin course I agreed to go to Dallas.  I remember the conversation starting with 'I'm not going abroad this year' and ending with checking flight prices, other than that it's a complete mystery to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-2630889693053343583?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/2630889693053343583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=2630889693053343583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/2630889693053343583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/2630889693053343583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/friday.html' title='Friday...'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-2152384969198966010</id><published>2009-01-11T19:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:39:57.053Z</updated><title type='text'>...Or maybe tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Tune in next week folks!  Rather than just list the things I've done, or rather not done I am just going to kick back and watch the rest of the playoffs, pray the Steelers offence turns up to the game and resume service tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-2152384969198966010?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/2152384969198966010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=2152384969198966010' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/2152384969198966010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/2152384969198966010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/or-maybe-tomorrow.html' title='...Or maybe tomorrow'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-1147561948831087500</id><published>2009-01-10T21:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:53:49.422Z</updated><title type='text'>Don't worry my people</title><content type='html'>Full postings tomorrow, suffice to say that things haven't gone to plan but no real deviations to ruin my weekend.  I am eating pizza and watching the Baltimore Ravens forgetting the fact they have the number 2 defence in the NFL.  Fucksticks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-1147561948831087500?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/1147561948831087500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=1147561948831087500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/1147561948831087500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/1147561948831087500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-worry-my-people.html' title='Don&apos;t worry my people'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-491752712874762109</id><published>2009-01-09T18:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:17:09.021Z</updated><title type='text'>Reach for the stars, even if you can't touch your toes.</title><content type='html'>It occurs to me that the culmination of all of my plans this weekend, the overall goal is simply this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Be fatter than I was on Friday'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As quests go, I'll grant it lacks some of the heroic lustre of some of the Greek legends but then Hercules spent his time extinctifying mythological beasts and cleaning out stables with rivers whilst annihilating neighbouring towns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm saying is that with a few Krispy Kreme's he may have not been such an unfathomable shit and we'd have a few Nemean lions and Stymphalian birds about the place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-491752712874762109?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/491752712874762109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=491752712874762109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/491752712874762109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/491752712874762109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/reach-for-stars-even-if-you-cant-touch.html' title='Reach for the stars, even if you can&apos;t touch your toes.'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-3928788205911915467</id><published>2009-01-08T22:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:22:29.346Z</updated><title type='text'>Living for the weekend......</title><content type='html'>Ok so my plans aren't grand, essentially they involve not being in work.  OK they entirely involve not being in work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan this weekend is to go for lunch with friends on Saturday, buy lots of groceries, clean and watch all 4 NFL playoff games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta start somewhere.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow.  Well.  That's going to be less relaxing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-3928788205911915467?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/3928788205911915467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=3928788205911915467' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/3928788205911915467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/3928788205911915467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/living-for-weekend.html' title='Living for the weekend......'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-2297924801274236908</id><published>2009-01-07T11:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:59:11.263Z</updated><title type='text'>We meet at last........</title><content type='html'>I've blogged before about how I find it difficult to rouse myself to get interested in furniture, instead I have a tendency to buy toys and gadgets - much to the discomfort and chagrin of unfortunate visitors to my flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to a link I saw on &lt;a href="http://www.theprojectivist.blogspot.com"&gt;theprojectivist&lt;/a&gt;'s blog, I have finally met my match at www.suck.uk.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.suck.uk.com/binary_data/1681_thevillain_white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 535px;" src="http://www.suck.uk.com/binary_data/1681_thevillain_white.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called 'The Villain Chair', this is awesomeness in furniture format.  I'd have to have a house for it to work properly, and I would need 2 of them.  One for my command centre (front room) and one for the hallway right by the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning I would open the door, spin around slowly in the chair and say 'I've been expecting you' to the postman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2 Villain Chairs.  A bargain at £9,0000&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-2297924801274236908?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/2297924801274236908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=2297924801274236908' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/2297924801274236908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/2297924801274236908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-meet-at-last.html' title='We meet at last........'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-566382212365846371</id><published>2009-01-06T18:33:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:43:52.201Z</updated><title type='text'>Cultural Eye-Gouge - 'AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!'</title><content type='html'>Haikus are easy to write&lt;br /&gt;what's the fuss about?&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for a curry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-566382212365846371?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/566382212365846371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=566382212365846371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/566382212365846371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/566382212365846371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/cultural-eye-gouge-aieeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='Cultural Eye-Gouge - &apos;AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&apos;'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-3775537562387164132</id><published>2009-01-05T07:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-05T07:48:18.437Z</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Who????!</title><content type='html'>OK I know I'm old, but seriously.  They've got a 12 year old with the same haircut as the guy from Flock of Seagulls as the new Doctor.  Fucktards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/01215/pdrwho3_1215574c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 288px;" src="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/01215/pdrwho3_1215574c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.retroland.com/retrotalk/userfiles/oldmikescore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 233px;" src="http://www.retroland.com/retrotalk/userfiles/oldmikescore.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-3775537562387164132?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/3775537562387164132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=3775537562387164132' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/3775537562387164132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/3775537562387164132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/doctor-who.html' title='Doctor Who????!'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-4851392896958593420</id><published>2009-01-05T06:27:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-01-05T07:09:26.680Z</updated><title type='text'>WARNING: Don't confuse the sleepy Matt!</title><content type='html'>So I've had to come into work this morning at, hmmmm let me see...... oh yes - STUPID O'FUCKING CLOCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For reasons I won't go into we have to turn things off sometimes to do things to the system and we have to do that outside working hours.  When we do this, part of my job is to come in and do various things when its brought back up*.  Fine.  It's a necessary evil sometimes.  This time made more evil by the fact that I forgot and stayed up watching the NFL playoffs last night.  Then listened to some podcasts.  Yeah, no one is cleverer than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the flat at a little before IT'S STILL FUCKING DARK FOR FUCK'S SAKE! and stood outside, looked around.  Frowned.  Went back into my flat, retrieved my phone, went backoutside.  Stood.  Frowned.  Everything was all white and the snow was still falling, this was very unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, it's January, it's Britain.  There's always that chance of snow.  But on the other hand, it's January, it's Britain and for the last fortnight I haven't had every single person I've spoken to say 'They've promised snow' or 'They reckon it's going to snow'.  No word of the identity of the shadowy and mysterious 'They' who, apparently, have the power to deliver snow on a whim**.  There are of course people who are more confident in their own weather divination abilities and choose not to rely on the sage predictions of 'They', these are the people who will offer 'I reckon it's going to snow', 'It could snow this year' (Oh we thankyou for that precise and dire warning Nostra-fucking-damus) and my personal favourite 'It's too cold to snow'.  Too fucking cold?!  Are you a mentalist?!  What the hell is going on at the Poles, baby penguin dandruff?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was unprepared, any change in weather of this nature in this country is preceded by your average Brit becoming uncommonly interested in the weather, devoting large portions of otherwise completely avoidable conversation to the subject.  It would be OK if these people sought eachother out but no, they choose to share their arcane weather knowledge with innocent and evidently uninterested people.  Seriously, leve me the fuck alone - I have a window and access to the internet, I'm not going to rely on you for my weather predictions.  These are the same people who talk in road numbers and take an unhealthy interest in your travel plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Cock: You're going back to Wales this weekend then?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Yup&lt;br /&gt;Cock:  Which way are you going?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I thought I'd head towards Wales&lt;br /&gt;Cock:  haha!  I mean are you going via the M40 and taking the A48986 whogivesafuckbypass next to shitsville, or the A64309 whogivesatoss route?  Course you could always take the B23617!  Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Don't make me hit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;We live in a  country that is the size of a peanut, leave me the fuck alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I digress.  I am now in work and my body is going to think that it's lunchtime at 9am.  As you can tell, I am keeping up my usual chipper and optimistic outlook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Not nearly as bad as the people who have had to be here since 11pm last night doing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;actual &lt;/span&gt;work as opposed the bullshit I'm here for.&lt;br /&gt;**Which begs the question why they don't deliver some in September, you'd think they'd get bored delivering around the same time every year and would want to introduce a bit of variety.  Would fuck those tossers who walk around shirtless, drinking Kestrel Super Strength up good and proper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-4851392896958593420?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/4851392896958593420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=4851392896958593420' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/4851392896958593420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/4851392896958593420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/warning-dont-confuse-sleepy-matt.html' title='WARNING: Don&apos;t confuse the sleepy Matt!'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-4811611841697812875</id><published>2009-01-04T23:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:08:31.561Z</updated><title type='text'>Oooops!</title><content type='html'>Almost missed a day, can't have that ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been at work, lost the feeling in my face thanks to super duper chili and now watching the Vikings vs The Eagles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, told you some would be short&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-4811611841697812875?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/4811611841697812875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=4811611841697812875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/4811611841697812875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/4811611841697812875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/oooops.html' title='Oooops!'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-2764301872577220182</id><published>2009-01-03T20:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:13:14.420Z</updated><title type='text'>Double Take away</title><content type='html'>So I just got back from the office and decided that I am going to order take away.  I used to order online from my local curry house then just go collect but sadly they have taken their website down and now I have to talk to real people (pah!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I have one of their menus, so proceeded to start my traditional curry ordering ceremony.  This involves looking at the take away menu/website for 20 minutes before ordering the same thing I always order, or some slight variation thereof.  Anyway, I was perusing this menu when under 'Surrey Specials'  I noticed this dish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'Slay The Dragon-Mysore Delicately'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only the description lived up to the awesome name but as far as I can determine it's little more than pineapple glazed chicken which sounds more like an accident than a yummy dish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-2764301872577220182?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/2764301872577220182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=2764301872577220182' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/2764301872577220182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/2764301872577220182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/double-take-away.html' title='Double Take away'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-4071457403687256766</id><published>2009-01-03T17:44:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-03T18:43:44.679Z</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night, it's the night for...</title><content type='html'>Sitting in the office apparently.  Ho-hum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side this should become more of a rarity this year and I'm not actually that bothered, I'm getting paid to do even less than usual and I only live a 5 minute drive from the office.  Also it means that I got to abandon the cleaning at the 'My flat is no longer a biohazard' stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piss.  I just remembered that I forgot to defrost mince for chili makings later!  pah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what is it with supermarket mince? It lasts about 40 seconds before turning all manky and brown.   Seriously, there are no butchers where I live, the closest being about 3 miles away.  Unfortunately the town where this magical shop is also has streets about 4" wide and no parking unless you have the royal fucking seal branded on your forehead.  I like walking places, but finding the time and the inclination to walk for about an hour to arrive at a shop run by 'Mr Surly &amp;amp; Son, Family Butchers - "Take your mince and fuck off"' doesn't fill me with glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I have Saturday off so will have another mooch but those people look at you like you've got a swastika tattooed on your head when you go in their shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a bad man for buying supermarket meats but it's what I have access to where I live so it's what I have to live with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a cold, so tomorrow I will make a 'Chili of Uber Doom-laden facemeltingness'.  I will essentially be foregoing my usual consideration for flavour and going for the 'Oh MY GOD it's so hot I can see through time' approach to culinary perfection.  It's what I like to call a 'Number 1 Chili'.  This describes the number of dimensions you can ascribe to its flavour, the number of thoughts that remain in your head after eating it ("AIIEEEEEEEE!") and the number of layers of skin remaining on your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally like spicy food but not stupidly spicy, virtually no flavour food but when I have a cold I prefer the discomfort of eating magma to the annoying and unreachable tickles and scrapes such a pathetic illness delivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, now it’s apparently time for me to do my stuff here at the home of indentured servitude - maybe more later ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-4071457403687256766?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/4071457403687256766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=4071457403687256766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/4071457403687256766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/4071457403687256766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday-night-its-night-for.html' title='Saturday Night, it&apos;s the night for...'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-6165002884265735358</id><published>2009-01-02T11:40:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:53:51.988Z</updated><title type='text'>Working at procrastination is procrastination too...</title><content type='html'>I've promised to blog every day, this of course requires me to have something to blog about.  This is day 2 and I'm blogging about how I've promised to blog every day and how difficult it will be to find something to blog about every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see my point?  I've been leading a fairly dull and uninteresting existence, particularly recently.  I rarely see my friends or family and am something of a slovenly hermit right now.  I know what you're thinking:  'How are you still single?!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rather than just writing a blog post entitled 'Tuesday' and writing 'It's Tuesday' as the entry, I will be doing things and writing about them.  I did do things last year, some of them awesome, but I didn't really write about them and the whole awesomeness of some of the events was sadly overshadowed by a filthy 4th quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in addition to my normal rants I'll promise to write about things that I have done, in a manner which rather arrogantly assumes anyone is at all interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviosuly, I'll plug the gaps in between these breathtaking adventures with poorly articulated rants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-6165002884265735358?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/6165002884265735358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=6165002884265735358' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/6165002884265735358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/6165002884265735358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/even-procrastination-can-be-work.html' title='Working at procrastination is procrastination too...'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-8002961998939205353</id><published>2009-01-01T20:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:09:26.973Z</updated><title type='text'>Thank fuck that's over</title><content type='html'>Right that's 2008 out of the way.  I think I'll play 2009 differently, I had some great times in 2008 but it was overshadowed by a variety of things that have left me generally regretting taking part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know things aren't going well when the only thing you can think to talk about in a social situation is work.  Well balls to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll on 2009, less gadgetry, more doing stuff and more ranting.  w00t!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-8002961998939205353?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/8002961998939205353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=8002961998939205353' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8002961998939205353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/8002961998939205353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-fuck-thats-over.html' title='Thank fuck that&apos;s over'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15358450.post-6963685050183158963</id><published>2008-12-30T12:51:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:59:17.878Z</updated><title type='text'>Hi.  My Name's Matt and I'm a buyingcrapIdonotneedoholic.</title><content type='html'>It comes as a shock I know, but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been working a bit more than usual and 'invested' in a few new hobbies, I've managed to tone down my gadget buying considerably.  Right now I am fighting a genuine compulsion to buy a new TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true that the one I have is flawed - it has no SCART connections, no HDMI connection and randomly turns itself off in the summer.  Also the bit of it that makes things HD also makes everything green so I can't use that bit  of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However.  It still works, and the fact is the only HD thing I have is the XBox and I really don't play games that often anymore so buying a new TV is a bit retarded.  This is the conversation I have with myself pretty much daily at the moment, and it will be ahrder as the price of a decent replacement comes tumbling down in January. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one possible saving grace to my complete lack of consumer willpower is my considerable ability to create unworkable plans.  This year it is to be more frugal, buy less crap, so that maybe; just maybe I'll be able to get my own place in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the book is open.  Lets be honest, I'll crumble on January the 1st.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15358450-6963685050183158963?l=rantamatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/feeds/6963685050183158963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15358450&amp;postID=6963685050183158963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/6963685050183158963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15358450/posts/default/6963685050183158963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantamatt.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi-my-names-matt-and-im.html' title='Hi.  My Name&apos;s Matt and I&apos;m a buyingcrapIdonotneedoholic.'/><author><name>MattJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801624454432641644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y5cpJDISgKQ/R9JVV8-pTJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hKBOBdFAvIc/S220/gonk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
