<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:01:36.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku Review</title><subtitle type='html'>A little review of just about anything.  The HAIKU concept is now only in spirit, not in practice.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-2032616401343221166</id><published>2008-09-24T10:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:57:35.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GREATEST PREVIEW I HAVE EVER SEEN.  Trust me.  Just watch it.WarioLand: Shake It.I am buying the game today.  MOSTLY from that very very clever preview.(I'll actually probably get it in English...)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/2032616401343221166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/2032616401343221166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2008_09_21_archive.html#2032616401343221166' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWalCkx2_hY/SNpVOrJXrUI/AAAAAAAAAwM/sAO-xTPpWcI/s72-c/wario-japan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-7420809988274523931</id><published>2008-09-04T16:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T16:20:19.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, the conventions are going on (OK, DNC done, RNC almost done), which is kind of like my World Series.  The RNC has been particularly humorous watching the vicious lying right-wing bastards.The VP choice of Sarah Palin has been particularly hysterical.  It's perfect if you're an Obama supporter -- all of McCain's inane criticisms are now off the table.  Experience?  Can't bring that up, she's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/7420809988274523931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/7420809988274523931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2008_08_31_archive.html#7420809988274523931' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-7947194280008809576</id><published>2008-09-02T19:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:09:30.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cubes from the 80's     colorful twisting puzzle          finally nailed you!I was an early adopter of the Rubik's Cube, oh so many years ago.  It was a geometric marvel.  Loved the simple colors, and crazy combinations you could make.  But I was never really into solving it.  Recently, with the help of a coworker, I finally now know how to kick that little cube's butt!Here it is...ERIGHT.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/7947194280008809576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/7947194280008809576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2008_08_31_archive.html#7947194280008809576' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWalCkx2_hY/SL3Un3IxnkI/AAAAAAAAAqY/kAWzlTX-4ec/s72-c/rubikLittle3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-6245320625894030311</id><published>2008-08-08T15:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:35:18.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really need to go back and play with this Blog again.  So many things have come around that needed mentioning, and I haven't posted anything in MONTHS.  I think the first thing I might review is the new template editor for Blogger.  Looks pretty awesome.  I was content with plain ol' HTML, but this puppy looks powerful.Stay tuned for things to be posted.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/6245320625894030311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/6245320625894030311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2008_08_03_archive.html#6245320625894030311' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-525390414174456200</id><published>2008-01-29T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T09:31:38.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've sort of completely ignored this for the last 2 years.And I get back here to let you all know this:52%Why don't you find out your own likeliness?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/525390414174456200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/525390414174456200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2008_01_27_archive.html#525390414174456200' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-113329302944806252</id><published>2005-11-29T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T14:38:43.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bought My First Fake 6-String...I just picked up a copy of Guitar Hero for PS2.  What a game.  If you play guitar, you'll jump into the game quickly -- it feels quite natural.  Because the game comes with a GUITAR CONTROLLER!The guitar controller has 5 frets with buttons on them, a little flicky area that serves as a strum zone, and even a working whammy bar.  It's quite wild.The game plays as a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/113329302944806252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/113329302944806252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2005_11_27_archive.html#113329302944806252' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-113261379096832159</id><published>2005-11-21T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T17:56:30.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Three months.  More than three months, and I haven't been here in Blogger.  I am so ashamed.I need to get back into it!In order to give me an excuse, and give you things to look at, I have decoded to post some of the backgrounds I have made for my PSP.  (Yes, the geek meter is running pretty high right now.)If you've downloaded the Version 2.0 or higher update for PSP, you can make/set your own </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/113261379096832159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/113261379096832159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2005_11_20_archive.html#113261379096832159' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-112309626097351888</id><published>2005-08-03T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T10:35:17.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't stop playing this game...It's for the PSP, and it's quite nifty.If you like First Person Shooters, go buy this game.  Let's discuss...Gameplay:  Shooting!  Lots of shooting!  It has a slim story of you being stuck in a military simulation game, but the story is just for framing the gameplay.  It's much more of an arcade-style FPS.  Especially since the levels are randomly generated.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/112309626097351888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/112309626097351888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2005_07_31_archive.html#112309626097351888' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-112309377733060660</id><published>2005-08-03T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T14:29:37.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the daily dancer      honest, raw, pure, visceral            find your own rhythmI NEVER Blog about other Blogs -- I will happily link to another Blog I like, but it never made sense to write a whole entry dedicated to someone else's Blog.Until now.I was randomly flipping through Blogs, and stumbled over one which began:"I am Daily Dancer, a software developer who loves to dance!"And there he was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/112309377733060660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/112309377733060660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2005_07_31_archive.html#112309377733060660' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-112204521659822031</id><published>2005-07-22T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T11:14:51.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>beautiful pearl white      fuzzy body, fuzzy legs            odd faced-shaped markingsWow, I had a lot of people creeped out over the spider.  Hopefully the bug I saw last night is a bit less creepy.I pulled the cover off the hot tub, and under it was a bright white moth... He was quite fuzzy, and, I thought, appeared friendly.  I told him to sit still so that I could go get my camera.  He </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/112204521659822031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/112204521659822031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2005_07_17_archive.html#112204521659822031' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-112188530646395631</id><published>2005-07-20T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T11:15:11.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eight legs, gold and green      hairy, shiny, six red eyes            making my butt clenchThe other day, I was helping my landlord fix his shed.  In a tangential note, he almost put me in the hospital -- He was drilling a screw to affix a a shelf into the side of his shed, and had the screw tilted a little too far.  I was propping up the side of the shed, when I felt a burning sensation in my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/112188530646395631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/112188530646395631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2005_07_17_archive.html#112188530646395631' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-110720174489737146</id><published>2005-01-31T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T15:02:24.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm not dead!!OK, I haven't been blogging in a very, very long time.I miss it.I will do more.New Year's Resolution:  Blog more.  Go back to the way I used to be; blogging nearly every day.I'm sure I have stuff to tell.I'm off to think about what that might be!  And then.... hopefully write about it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/110720174489737146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/110720174489737146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110720174489737146' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-110190916396441785</id><published>2004-12-01T08:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T09:02:17.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you use Yahoo's calendar, do not put quotations marks in the NOTES section of an appointment.  It freaks it out, big time.  Trust me.  Crazy.  I was bugging out people.  Bugging out, I tell you.I'm better now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/110190916396441785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/110190916396441785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110190916396441785' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-110053659398895029</id><published>2004-11-15T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T12:20:57.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have just discovered a nifty little Playstation 2 game:Katamari Damacy.sticky spinning funkatamari damacyreplacing the starsKatamari DamacyIn short, it is wonderful.  Simply wonderful.Let me try to break it down for you...First impressions:  When you pop in this game, you will see a minute-long theme-song animation.  There are not enough drugs in the world to make this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/110053659398895029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/110053659398895029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110053659398895029' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-110018645903831514</id><published>2004-11-11T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T10:23:42.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This crazy geezer was driving this car on Route 80 in New jersey!  It was a chilly day, too, as likely indicated by his attire.I just accidentally had my camera with me, and had to snap his picture.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/110018645903831514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/110018645903831514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#110018645903831514' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-110018561600435081</id><published>2004-11-11T10:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T12:17:31.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I swear, I had a dream about this last night.  I had to make it real now that I have awoken.  I have embellished a couple things, but 96.2% of it appeared in my sleep!  My brain is an odd place.  Welcome to the Pretentious Kids Toy Store!  We've been serving the needs of the rich and spoiled since the Regean era.We are well known for thinking out of the box to truly satisfy the spoiled </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/110018561600435081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/110018561600435081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#110018561600435081' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-109957555775436568</id><published>2004-11-04T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T08:39:17.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THIS is the man we "elected".  I hope everyone who voted for him is happy.  He's a 7 year old moron, and he's leading the most powerful country in the world. I'm going to go puke.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/109957555775436568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/109957555775436568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109957555775436568' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-109932606854538364</id><published>2004-11-01T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T15:23:51.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just bought Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas.I have always loved the Grand Theft Auto series of games.  Even the first two editions, which were fairly simple graphically, but engaging and funny.After an incredible amount of anticipation, finally the newest chapter has been released!  Normally I wait for a new game to have been out for a while, and let the cost go down, and usually purchase </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/109932606854538364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/109932606854538364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109932606854538364' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-109335409024119419</id><published>2004-08-24T09:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T09:28:10.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HEY!  It's been weeks since I've posted anything.  And the event described actually happened last week...  but it's a story I've told a bunch of times, and want to remember, so I figured I'd give some folks something to read...At about 4:15 am, I heard some pounding noises outside my bedroom window.  It's kind of a scary thing to wake up to something like that.  I realized what it was pretty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/109335409024119419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/109335409024119419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109335409024119419' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-108991771325036677</id><published>2004-07-15T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T15:00:03.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Freaky old dude.Am I the only one who is COMPLETELY FREAKED OUT by the old dude in the new Six Flags commercials?!?I always thought he was kind of freaky for some reason, but he has apparently even crept into my subconscious.  I had a dream last night that a bunch of friends and I were on that Six Flags bus that he drives in the commercials.  I assume we got on it in order to go to Great </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108991771325036677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108991771325036677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108991771325036677' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-108983027561547056</id><published>2004-07-14T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T14:37:55.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>300!Hey.  I just checked my profile for some unknown reason, and I noticed: I've made exactly 300 posts.Well, this one is actually 301.  But still...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108983027561547056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108983027561547056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108983027561547056' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-108982889010117540</id><published>2004-07-14T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T14:34:18.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Radio is the sound salvation.MUSIC FROM SPACE!!  This weekend, I picked up a Sirius satellite radio system.  It is the most awesome thing ever.  I think it is tremendous.  New Jersey, at least where I am, has a dearth of radio stations.  It's either pop or classic rock, and it just gets tired after a while.  And there's not even any good talk radio (Air America on 1190 AM comes in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108982889010117540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108982889010117540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108982889010117540' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-108920830442612383</id><published>2004-07-07T09:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T09:54:19.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ACK.The picture below shows exactly what you don't want to see in the wine glass as you finish the wine.I was enjoying a nice glass of Merlot, and tossing back the last swig, and as I was tipping the empty glass back down, I saw, curled up against the side, a BIG HAIRY SPIDER.He was HAIRY.I still have the shivers.  Yeeps. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108920830442612383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108920830442612383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108920830442612383' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-108860384079125660</id><published>2004-06-30T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T09:54:58.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I made that.I have needed an entertainment center, of sorts, for a while.  My DVDs were just sitting in a line across the ground in front of the TV.  My video and stereo components were just stacked on each other.  I looked for a pre-made one, but couldn't find one that matched my needs.  SO, I did some planning, and went to Home Depot (which I HATE), and bought seven 1"x4"s.  And about an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108860384079125660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108860384079125660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108860384079125660' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-108853022495401641</id><published>2004-06-29T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T13:36:49.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Flutter by.Also at the Bronx Zoo, I visited the Butterfly House.  They were cool.  Here's some pics from there that I like a lot!     </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108853022495401641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108853022495401641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108853022495401641' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-108852975569616262</id><published>2004-06-29T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T13:28:39.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The monkeys' pose.The college sponsored a trip to the Bronx Zoo while I was on vacation last week.  $10!!  That included the bus and admission as well as some of the premium areas.  One of the areas we got to go to was the Gorilla Congo area.  While I was there, two of them posed liked this: AMAZING!  If there was a third with his hands over his eyes, people would think I altered it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108852975569616262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108852975569616262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108852975569616262' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-108852952250545506</id><published>2004-06-29T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T13:22:30.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crazy CricketI had a huge cricket in my house while I was on vacation.  HUGE.  This thing was a monster.  An insectiod beast. I scooped him up in a tissue and brought him outside to take pictures.  I was feeling crawly and oogy the whole time.  Look at those spiky things coming out of his butt!  Yeeps.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108852952250545506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108852952250545506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108852952250545506' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-108732290625014336</id><published>2004-06-15T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T14:08:26.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two more weeks off.There has been a dearth of Blog entries recently.  I apologize.  AND........I'm taking the rest of this week and all of next week off.Official Blogging Vacation begins...........NOW.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108732290625014336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108732290625014336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108732290625014336' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-108696477419405204</id><published>2004-06-11T10:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T10:39:56.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I thought I had seen every episode of The Simpsons, at LEAST once.  Last night, there was an episode with David Byrne!  It was wonderful.  David Byrne is pretty nifty.But!  The real point of this is I heard one of my favorite quotes on the show EVER.Homer had written a song about hating Ned Flanders.  It was overly catchy, and got played and replayed and overplayed so many times that it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108696477419405204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108696477419405204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108696477419405204' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-108689661400220822</id><published>2004-06-10T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T15:44:31.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Cranium folks have a new game!ZIGITY!It's a card game.  It's way fun.  Super fun.  The cards are clear plastic, which is pretty crazy.Unlike other Cranium games, you don't have to do stuff.  No drawing, sculpting, singing, acting, or anything of the sort.  It's just a card game.  The top card of the discard pile tells what you are trying to accomplish.  Each card has 4 icons-of-sorts </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108689661400220822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108689661400220822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108689661400220822' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-108689613887786937</id><published>2004-06-10T15:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T15:35:38.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was trying to go to bed at a reasonable hour last night, but it was pushing 11:00 pm so I HAD to watch the Daily Show.  I had convinced myself that I would NOT STAY UP for Tough Crowd.  I wouldn't.  It was TOO LATE and I was TOO TIRED.Right before the Daily Show ended, during their last commercial break, there was a spot for Tough Crowd.  It was just a little kid talking about who was going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108689613887786937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108689613887786937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108689613887786937' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-108689555560167876</id><published>2004-06-10T15:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T15:28:02.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night in the kitchen, there was this groovy looking moth buzzing around my kitchen.  He sat still and let me get a bunch of good pictures of him.Moths are cool.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108689555560167876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108689555560167876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108689555560167876' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-108661522502215270</id><published>2004-06-07T09:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T09:41:46.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A fun little online game.  It's called Constellations.It's basically a free-form 'connect the dots'.  Obviously (if you know me) I have an astronomy connection to a game called constellations.  But there is a geometry element, as well (I'm an astronomy geek AND a math geek).You see, there are some dots scattered around the board, and you have to connect them together with lines exceeding a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108661522502215270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108661522502215270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108661522502215270' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-108635335344413590</id><published>2004-06-04T08:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T09:28:41.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got a new toy!I had a dinky little Dean Markley jamming amp since college.  It made all sorts of horrible noises that were not related to the guitar at all.  It buzzed and hummed and groaned and popped and sputtered.But all that's changed.  This little dude is the best thing ever.  It's a Fender Frontman.  It's bigger than my old one, but still pretty small.  The clear tone is awesome, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108635335344413590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108635335344413590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108635335344413590' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-108635301922520652</id><published>2004-06-04T08:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T08:43:39.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As a person who speaks loudly for a living, having a sore throat just stinks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108635301922520652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108635301922520652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108635301922520652' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-108619967102577072</id><published>2004-06-02T14:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T14:12:42.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night, I went outside to find a pair of geese with two babies.  The goslings were terribly, terribly cute.  I had to get some pictures.  I actually took about a dozen.This morning, they were back by the docks!  I went down to get a couple more pictures, when I heard a rustle in the trees at the edge of the property.  A big adult goose came out, followed by what appeared to be a clown-car</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108619967102577072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108619967102577072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108619967102577072' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-108508196151921871</id><published>2004-05-20T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T15:39:21.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not that I update this much, but I should mention that I will be away from technology for at least 10 days.See you in June!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108508196151921871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108508196151921871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108508196151921871' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-108438820130463090</id><published>2004-05-12T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T15:02:06.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's a game called Pig Pile.  I've played it a bunch of times now.  I attend a regular game night, and it seemed to pass the harsh game night crowd standards!  I've also played it with family and friends, and we all seem to find it fun.  I know I do.It basically a card game that looks an AWFUL LOT like a standard card game called Palace.  You can play a card on top of another if it has a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108438820130463090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108438820130463090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108438820130463090' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-108438767688728983</id><published>2004-05-12T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T14:47:56.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PICTURES!!  PICTURES!!Ok, I am so happy now.  First -- I'm getting used to the new Blogger interface.  I knew I would.  There are still some issues I have, but I'm sure I'll get over.Second -- and, oh so much more importantly, I can use the "Hello" program to post pictures!  And host pictures!!  This is awesome and amazing and free and makes me SO MUCH happier.  There are many times that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108438767688728983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108438767688728983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108438767688728983' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-108438736734321439</id><published>2004-05-12T14:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T14:42:47.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a test to see if I can use "Hello" to post pictures to my Blog.  This would be good.  I could take the pictures of the Planetarium web site -- I'm sure I'm breaking a rule or 2. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108438736734321439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108438736734321439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108438736734321439' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-108430097000324413</id><published>2004-05-11T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T14:42:50.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SO FAR I do not like the new Blogger interface.  It takes more clicks to do the simplest things, and makes it harder for me to see the things I am used to seeing (like recently updated Blogs).It won't stop me from Blogging, but if it looked like this when I started, I probably wouldn't have stayed with it long.Sorry, Blogger folks.  If you could change some stuff BACK I would be thrilled.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108430097000324413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108430097000324413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108430097000324413' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-108429997896019649</id><published>2004-05-11T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T14:26:18.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was in a restaurant this weekend, and I overheard part of a conversation.  It went like this..."...because you see, fish don't have legs.  Chickens have legs."I have been haunted by this since.  I really, really want to know how that could possibly fit into a conversation.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108429997896019649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108429997896019649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108429997896019649' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-108386609760328398</id><published>2004-05-06T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T13:59:16.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a couple weeks since I've been over here.  Sorry about that.  Not much time to write, really.But I needed to take time out of my busy schedule because I stumbled over the craziest thing.  This is for dog owners everywhere:  The Pet A Potty.Check it out -- you don't have to take your dog out anymore.  It's a patch of grass you keep in the house.  Seriously.  You have to mow it.  You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108386609760328398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108386609760328398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108386609760328398' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-108307102266557663</id><published>2004-04-27T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T09:07:50.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Overheard.I was just walking down the hall and there was a student out there on her cell phone, talking in a regular-volumed voice.Here's what a heard:"Yeah, he likes to talk when were doing it.... I know!.... yeah, drives me nuts.... he's hot, though, so it doesn't matter."That is certainly not some conversation I thought I'd ever hear.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108307102266557663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108307102266557663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108307102266557663' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-108188316657489686</id><published>2004-04-13T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T15:09:56.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just finished Nymphomation, by Jeff Noon.Easy to readA literary workoutRead it beforeA novel with noveltyLost my interestKept me rivetedJeff Noon is just a wickedly nifty author.  Vurt was the first novel of his that I 'read'.  I actually purchased the audiobook on a whim.  I burned through the cassettes tons of times, and then Rob ripped them to CDs for me.  I've actually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108188316657489686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108188316657489686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108188316657489686' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-108188165614737634</id><published>2004-04-13T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T14:44:45.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last Thursday, I went to see Hellboy.A simple storyA complicated taleSeen it beforeA fresh perspectiveVisually ordinarySpecial effects-yIt was a nifty film.  The characters had a bunch of depth.  The scenery was dark, but not overly so.  And there is a lot of fighting.  A LOT of fighting -- guns, knives, swords, fists, explosions -- it's all there.  There are some awfully </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108188165614737634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108188165614737634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108188165614737634' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-108142977007983450</id><published>2004-04-08T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T09:13:12.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is something that has been in my brain for a VERY long time....I saw a bumper sticker on the back of a car which said:"Keep the Earth clean.  It's not Uranus."As an Astronomer, and a person who keeps his butt tidy, I am personally offended by this bumper sticker on many levels.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108142977007983450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108142977007983450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108142977007983450' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-108007386609353612</id><published>2004-03-23T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T15:37:50.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Question of the Day site is one I frequent.  I actually send the QOD out to a bunch of people, and we all try to get the right answer.  It's a silly way to start and finish the day.  Much of the time, the questions are worded poorly.  Much of the time the correct answer isn't even given as a choice.  It reminds me a little of part of the disclaimer at the beginning of What Do You Know with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108007386609353612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/108007386609353612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108007386609353612' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-107946235943498403</id><published>2004-03-16T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T09:10:02.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My new obsession:  Worms 3-D!!You really need to be a Worms fan to get this.The original Worms was released in 1994, but the phenomenon started way before that.One of the first games I ever played on any computer was one called something like Artillery Duel.  There were 2 stationary tanks on a hilly landscape.  Each player, one at a time, chose the angle, and the power that your missile </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107946235943498403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107946235943498403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107946235943498403' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-107816770907088009</id><published>2004-03-01T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T14:04:41.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This weekend I watched Equilibrium.A simple storyA complicated taleSeen it beforeA fresh perspectiveVisually ordinarySpecial effects-yWhy had I never heard of this film??  It was a good one for me.  It had elements of many sci-fi movies I like... Matrix, Dark City, stuff like that.  I liked it a bunch.The point of the film:  The people in charge decide that the only way to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107816770907088009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107816770907088009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107816770907088009' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-107720330026403839</id><published>2004-02-19T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T10:11:19.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last weekend I watched Underworld.A simple storyA complicated taleSeen it beforeA fresh perspectiveVisually ordinarySpecial effects-yIt was way poorer than I expected.  They effectively used slow-motion, camera angles, editing, bland color palettes, sound effects, and actors that all look exactly alike to completely obfuscate what could have been a pleasant, exciting story.The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107720330026403839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107720330026403839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107720330026403839' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-107677388065469369</id><published>2004-02-14T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T10:55:30.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My candidate!I've been agonizing over who to vote for in the next election for some time now.  It is obviously not Bush.  He can't even wipe the lying smirk off his face.  You can see the little thought bubble over his head, "I can't believe they're buying this stuff!  I don't even believe what I'm saying!  Don't laugh... don't laugh... Hey, somebody prop up Dick Cheney!  He's falling over."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107677388065469369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107677388065469369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107677388065469369' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-107668470078519378</id><published>2004-02-13T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T10:16:56.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[This one might be construed as foul, but I have to go with it...]This is a graffiti report, of sorts.I was in the usual bathroom stall, and someone had written something offensive to some group of people.  I might have been offensive to african americans or gay americans, it actually doesn't matter.  What matters is the response -- someone wrote, directly beneath the offensive message, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107668470078519378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107668470078519378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107668470078519378' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-107661083854009048</id><published>2004-02-12T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T13:38:13.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have to jump in on the Janet Jackson thing.  Now, listen, I really don't care about her OR the Superbowl -- I saw none of it.  I am just sick of hearing about her little boobout on national television.I was reading about the Pepsi commercial/video with some pop singers doing "We Will Rock You" in a gladiator arena on Elizabeth's blog.  I went to that web site, and, when scrolling down found a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107661083854009048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107661083854009048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107661083854009048' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-107575317575905044</id><published>2004-02-02T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T15:39:41.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY NEW GUITAR!This weekend, I bought a Silvertone Sovereign Special Paul Stanley guitar!  Check that thing out.  What a crazy purchase.I have been wanting a new electric guitar for a while.  I did not want to spend more than $200...  I don't play out at all, it's just a toy.  For fun.  I went out this weekend with the goal of coming home packing ax.  I saw a bunch of very nice Fender </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107575317575905044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107575317575905044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107575317575905044' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-107573785085101916</id><published>2004-02-02T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T11:08:08.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I watched Killers From Space...A simple storyA complicated taleSeen it beforeA fresh perspectiveVisually ordinarySpecial effects-yI have this odd attraction towards movies that are so bad that they are good.  This movie is perfectly awe-ful (sic).  It stars a young Peter Graves as a nuclear scientist observing the first nuclear tests from an airplane.  The controls of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107573785085101916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107573785085101916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107573785085101916' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-107469877858993520</id><published>2004-01-21T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T10:34:50.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Early Morning PanicI have to work a little late today, so I came in a bit late.  I stayed up to watch The Daily Show and Tough Crowd... And did some dishes after that.  The point:  I was up PAST MIDNIGHT.  GASP!  I knew I could just get up whenever I wanted in the morning, so I didn't care!  I'm a rebel.  Look out.This morning I first woke up a little at 6:30 am.  Have you ever had that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107469877858993520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107469877858993520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107469877858993520' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-107461835381819860</id><published>2004-01-20T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T12:07:52.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think it's fixed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107461835381819860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107461835381819860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107461835381819860' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-107461797722322889</id><published>2004-01-20T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T12:01:34.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ACK!  The Yahoo pictures thing isn't working.  It seems the ID's they use for the pictures get scrambled every few minutes.I need to think of a new way to get the pictures there...Sorry for the broken pics out there.  They ARE temporary.  I WILL figure this out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107461797722322889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107461797722322889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107461797722322889' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-107461689003634038</id><published>2004-01-20T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T12:15:38.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This movie:  The Brain That Wouldn't Die.Movie review at a glance:A simple storyA complicated taleSeen it beforeA fresh perspectiveVisually ordinarySpecial effects-yBorders has a sale going on:  buy 4 DVDs get the 5th one free!  So I just bought a bunch of old sci-fi and scary movies.  The first I've watched is "The Brain That Wouldn't Die".Here's the story -- There is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107461689003634038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107461689003634038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107461689003634038' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-107461532581989948</id><published>2004-01-20T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T12:06:38.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When it's time to chaaAAAnnge...I've been looking for a new idea for this page for a little while.  Turns out, in my brain at least, everything old is new again.A couple years back I had a "regular" web page where I posted some random things.  It's still there, actually, I just haven't updated it in just about forever.Anyway, on that site I reviewed books, and I used a sort of "slider" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107461532581989948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107461532581989948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107461532581989948' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-107402466582137263</id><published>2004-01-13T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T15:12:55.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So far as I can remember, I've never seen a James Bond movie in my life... at least in its entirety.  I know a little about them (mostly from Austin Powers movies, I think), but I was under the impression that he was a pretty cool customer.AMC was having a James Bond marathon, and a bunch of days ago, they showed "Dr. No".  I figured it was a good place to start.One of the cool James Bond-ey </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107402466582137263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107402466582137263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107402466582137263' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-107366455765817239</id><published>2004-01-09T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T11:11:01.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another Giant Microbes update!!Looks like they will be adding some Critters soon... they have a little scrambled preview...My superior decoding skills suspect that they will have:  Bed Bug, Dist Mite, and Bookworm.(I really have no idea why I keep going back to this site.  I have no idea why I keep getting excited about it.  I guess it's just the surreality of the whole thing.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107366455765817239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107366455765817239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107366455765817239' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-107366243805192808</id><published>2004-01-09T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T10:35:41.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For the past 6 months, I have been sleeping on the floor, sort of.I moved into a new apartment, and I had been sleeping on a king-sized Coleman air mattress, previously reserved for camping.  I love the mattress, I really do.  It is the most comfortable thing EVER.  It is, remarkably, like sleeping on air.Alas, everytime I flopped down onto the floor, I did feel a little silly... I didn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107366243805192808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107366243805192808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107366243805192808' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-107365987715984444</id><published>2004-01-09T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T09:53:00.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here is an irony, of sorts.Blogger has added a spell check in recent months.The word "blog" does NOT appear in its dictionary.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107365987715984444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107365987715984444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107365987715984444' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-107365983868311820</id><published>2004-01-09T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T09:52:21.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eright.  I'm here.It has been about three days longer than forever since I've added to this Blog.  I have not forgotten about it.  In fact, I've update some stuff in the margins in the interim.Here's the problem:  I thought that the goofy Haiku part in the beginning would help to jumpstart my little rantings.  A bit of structure to get me focused, and intentionally bad haiku, and I would be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107365983868311820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107365983868311820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107365983868311820' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-107160630887965116</id><published>2003-12-16T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T15:26:21.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven't been here in a while.... sorry.Here's a quick graffiti report:Only hipocrittes write on bathroom wallz.I thought it slightly clever, and it made me laugh, and then think, and then laugh a little again.But, it probably should have said:Only horribull mispellers write on bathroom wallz.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107160630887965116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107160630887965116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107160630887965116' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-107055813761729312</id><published>2003-12-04T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T12:16:33.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Giant microbes update!!They've added Ebola and Black Death!!This stuff rocks.I might be more inclined to give someone the other new one since I checked last:  Beer and Bread yeast microbe.  It's a smidge friendlier.  And check out his eyes... he looks a little drunk.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107055813761729312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107055813761729312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107055813761729312' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-107039621595385735</id><published>2003-12-02T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T15:18:11.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Literati Update:I just beat Jiya (I should have been writing my newsletter, it's already late, but the words wouldn't come), who was at 1716, and I was at 1691.I won!He's down to a 1699, and I have broken the ELUSIVE 1700 mark!  I am at 1708!!  The world better be on the lookout!  Look out, the world, here I come!I know, I know, I have a problem.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107039621595385735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/107039621595385735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107039621595385735' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-106990167929587851</id><published>2003-11-26T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T21:57:05.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE THING:  "Help" on the phone from UPS.THE HAIKU REVIEW:       Customer service          doesn't have to be perfect.              Please, at least, just try. THE FULL REVIEW:  I ordered a package of stuff from Homestar Runner -- a CD and some little models of some of the characters.  I filled in the order form quickly, because the place had most of my info already, which was great!  My</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106990167929587851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106990167929587851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106990167929587851' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-106945562673842290</id><published>2003-11-21T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T18:01:05.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another Literati update:  (yes, I have a sickness...)1578.  Played a few games against a few different people.  Lost 1, won 2.It seems harder to move up than down.  Actually when you beat stronger players, your score goes up more than when you beat people below you.  It almost makes the game like a role playing game with experience points and such.  I am a masterful word wizard on a grand </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106945562673842290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106945562673842290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106945562673842290' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-106944959029428910</id><published>2003-11-21T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T16:20:28.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Literati update:1569.  I just beat Missyella1.  She was a good, funny, clever player.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106944959029428910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106944959029428910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106944959029428910' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-106944663915252474</id><published>2003-11-21T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T15:31:32.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE THING:  The game Literati.THE HAIKU REVIEW:       If you like Scrabble™          This is the game for you.              Online all the time! THE FULL REVIEW:  I am now addicted to an online game.  It's dangerous.I actually heard about it from Jack Black, when he was on the Daily Show.  He mentioned that he played it all the time.This game is called Literati, and it is basically </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106944663915252474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106944663915252474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106944663915252474' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-106934162667013669</id><published>2003-11-20T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T10:24:51.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE THING:  Cranky in the cafeTHE HAIKU REVIEW:       Dear every stranger:          If you lecture me, prepare              for a lecture back. THE FULL REVIEW:  I was here late the other night at work.  After a long day, and before what would prove to be an annoying night, I decided to go to the cafeteria for a salad.  I just wanted a salad.  Not a hassle.I got my food, and got a large </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106934162667013669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106934162667013669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106934162667013669' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-106909347398404668</id><published>2003-11-17T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T13:26:03.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE THING:  An overheard discussion.THE HAIKU REVIEW:       It's always funny          when street talk meets vegetables.              I'm glad I was there. THE FULL REVIEW:  I just heard the craziest conversation in the cafeteria here at the college.There were two guys (we'll refer to them as "inner city" folks) chatting as they approached the salad bar.I will try to recreate the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106909347398404668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106909347398404668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106909347398404668' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-106813811932504317</id><published>2003-11-06T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T12:06:27.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE THING:  The visit from my landlord. THE FULL REVIEW:  [There's just no haiku I could put for this.  So I shall skip that part.]My landlord is a very nice guy.  He lives upstairs, and I live downstairs.  I basically live in a bar.  Most of my apartment is a bar.  It's a big bar.  Anyway, my landlord and I get along quite well; he comes and hangs out sometimes.  We chat -- it's cool.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106813811932504317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106813811932504317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106813811932504317' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-106797180520484538</id><published>2003-11-04T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T13:58:56.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE THING:  The 80's music website quiz thingy.THE HAIKU REVIEW:       Resisting a lot           of these nostalgia programs.               I caved in right here. THE FULL REVIEW:  I'm kind of sick of all the remember-the-80's sorts of shows out there.  I do remember the 80's, and there was some cool, funny, cheesy, wonderful, sappy, silly, glittery, fishnetty, stonewashed-jeany, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106797180520484538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106797180520484538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106797180520484538' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-106753367898665605</id><published>2003-10-30T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T12:15:36.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE THING:  The bathroom closest to my officeTHE HAIKU REVIEW:       writing on the wall.          old urine-caked toilet seat.              loogie in the sink. THE FULL REVIEW:  Ah, there's just nothing better than slamming your butt cheeks down onto a toilet seat... and sticking there.  (If you haven't figured it out already, this might not be the best blog to read for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106753367898665605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106753367898665605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106753367898665605' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-106709379942477456</id><published>2003-10-25T10:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T11:06:22.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE THING:  GIANT MICROBES!!  (look out!)THE HAIKU REVIEW:       if a regular          disease just isn't enough,              get it supersized! THE FULL REVIEW:  We've been waiting for this for some time...  Now you can get for yourself, or give to a friend, many of your favorite diseases!  Rhinovirus!Streptococcus!  (Yep, they have strep throat.)And what could be more sweet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106709379942477456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106709379942477456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106709379942477456' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-106693715940245773</id><published>2003-10-23T15:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T15:26:01.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE THING:  Steve Burns.THE HAIKU REVIEW:       Once had a kids' show,          is now a rock and roll star.              He's my new hero. THE FULL REVIEW:  Steve Burns rocks.  Period.Go check him out!  This is Steve Burns.  The dude from Blues Clues.  The show loved by little kids and their mothers and the occasional stoned college kids.  And, Steve claims, Swedish au pairs.Well, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106693715940245773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106693715940245773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106693715940245773' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-106692161730160963</id><published>2003-10-23T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T11:07:40.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two quick graffiti notes -- sans haiku (sorry!  Or perhaps I should say "you're welcome!").On the wall in one of the bathroom stalls in the men's room closest to my office someone wrote:I LOVE BOB VILAI thought it odd.ALSO, above each urinal someone penned:* bonk *...right at forehead level.  I think it is a frustration relief device;  you can pee and bonk your head on the wall at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106692161730160963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106692161730160963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106692161730160963' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-106691360444408395</id><published>2003-10-23T08:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T08:54:40.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE THING:  The life of Elliot Smith (1969-2003)THE HAIKU REVIEW:       Sweet musicianship,          unassuming vocalist,              lyrics to ponder. THE FULL REVIEW:  Damn -- woke up to discover that Elliot Smith had apparently killed himself with a knife to the chest.He has some wonderful stuff.  I just about wore out the CD Figure 8... can you wear out a CD??  I swear I did.  I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106691360444408395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106691360444408395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106691360444408395' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-106624678399908703</id><published>2003-10-15T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T15:39:43.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE THING:  The movie The Italian Job.THE HAIKU REVIEW:       Honor among theives.          When that gets disrespected,              bad things may occur. THE FULL REVIEW:  I rented the Italian Job from the campus movie rental.  A buck a day -- you can't go wrong.I liked it!  It was quite cool.  If you've seen any preview for the movie, then you know what the premise is.  If you haven't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106624678399908703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106624678399908703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106624678399908703' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-106571130790482308</id><published>2003-10-09T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T11:10:30.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE THING:  This movie: The RundownTHE HAIKU REVIEW:       Deep like a puddle.          Fighting.  Shooting.  Explosions.              What did you expect? THE FULL REVIEW:  I'm reviewing a movie which is starring someone who has named himself after a generic geological term.  Oof.Actually, it was kind of fun.  There are some nifty fight scenes.  There are some deep entanglements.  It's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106571130790482308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106571130790482308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106571130790482308' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-106459324893593765</id><published>2003-09-26T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T12:20:48.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE THING:  A house closingTHE HAIKU REVIEW:       Never sell a house.          Nice people become evil,               and lawyers lick ass. THE FULL REVIEW:  I've been away from Blogging for a while...  I wondered if I still remembered how.Apparently, I do.So we closed on a house last night.  It was not fun at all.  The whole process started out nice -- nice people, we did a lot of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106459324893593765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106459324893593765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106459324893593765' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-106312983751119535</id><published>2003-09-09T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T13:53:58.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE THING:  Some plane flights I just had.THE HAIKU REVIEW:       Getting on a plane          is always an adventure.              People frighten me. THE FULL REVIEW:  I'm BAAAaaaaAAAACK!  Sorry, everyone, for the break in writing.  I only think about 3 people ever look at this Blog, so I could actually apologize to all of you personally.  I was away for a little while, and just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106312983751119535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106312983751119535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106312983751119535' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-106200792282641100</id><published>2003-08-27T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T14:33:32.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE THING:  The game called:  Safari Jack Remix.THE HAIKU REVIEW:       A few simple rules...          You get playing in minutes.              Easy and novel. THE FULL REVIEW:  Ah, another Cheapass Game.  They make nifty stuff.  For someone who collects games (like me), it's nice to have ones like Safari Jack for many reasons... let me count the ways...First, it's a nifty concept: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106200792282641100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106200792282641100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106200792282641100' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-106182890674045522</id><published>2003-08-25T12:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T12:28:26.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE THING:  This TV show: Most Extreme Elimination ChallengeTHE HAIKU REVIEW:       Japanese game show          entertaining painful stunts              redubbed in English. THE FULL REVIEW:  Most Extreme Elimination Challenge (MXC) is on the Spike TV network (it used to be TNN, which used to stand for The National Network, which used to stand for The Nashville Network... I think).  Is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106182890674045522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106182890674045522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106182890674045522' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-106156183680211308</id><published>2003-08-22T10:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T10:23:53.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE THING:  A Short History of Nearly Everything, by Bill Bryson, © 2003THE HAIKU REVIEW:       To see a snapshot          of our world and our place here.              Humbling.  Frightening. THE FULL REVIEW:  Bill Bryson is a pretty groovy dude.  Another of his books: A Walk in the Woods is a true American journal classic.  It's almost Bloggy in its frank and friendly style.A Short</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106156183680211308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106156183680211308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106156183680211308' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-106151430294939263</id><published>2003-08-21T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T21:05:02.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE THING:  The kid peeing in the parking lotTHE HAIKU REVIEW:       I'm not a parent          nor do I wish to be, if              you have to do this. THE FULL REVIEW:  OK, I do work with a lot of little kids.  But I'm not much in the way of parenting, and I've never really had a parental urge.  I just don't get kids and kid care.  I cannot begin to explain how horrified I was today...  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106151430294939263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106151430294939263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106151430294939263' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-106131998498862789</id><published>2003-08-19T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T15:25:23.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE THING:  Origami BouldersTHE HAIKU REVIEW:       new twist on classic          paper folding art; brilliant              business idea! THE FULL REVIEW:  Genius.Pure genius.It's a rare commidty.  All the good ideas have been thought of already!  The sponge.  The jar.  The pencil.  The shoelace.  Q-tips.  Gummi candy.  Scotch tape.  Dial tones.  Back scratchers.  Pringles.  A </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106131998498862789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106131998498862789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106131998498862789' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-106123518250834381</id><published>2003-08-18T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T15:40:44.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE THING:  The Homestar Runner websiteTHE HAIKU REVIEW:          ingenously drawn,           skillfully animated,              and funny as hell. THE FULL REVIEW:  This is WAY too overdue.  I have been addicted to the Homestar Runner world for a while now.  I'm not exactly sure how long, but many, many months have elapsed since I first happened upon this wonderful outpost on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106123518250834381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106123518250834381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106123518250834381' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-106088698958794566</id><published>2003-08-14T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T14:55:43.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE THING:  Getting everything out of the attic.THE HAIKU REVIEW:       Steps, dust, sweat, dark, low.          Forty silverfish, one for              each attic visit. THE FULL REVIEW:  Today was Get Everything Out of The Attic Day!  And I have succeeded!I am amazed.  It has to be 120 degrees up there.  And it took me forty trips (YEP, I counted!) up and back to get everything out.  A </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106088698958794566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106088698958794566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106088698958794566' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-106080349538730428</id><published>2003-08-13T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T15:51:26.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE THING:  This book:  Mobius Highway by Howard V. Hendrix THE HAIKU REVIEW:       poetically ripe,          prognosticatingly told,              science fiction tales. THE FULL REVIEW:  This is a collection of a dozen or so short sci fi stories.  There is a bit of variety here... but they seemed to have little threads which chained them together.The stories were rife with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106080349538730428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106080349538730428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106080349538730428' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-106071292708388441</id><published>2003-08-12T14:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T20:17:54.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE THING:  The USA TV show called Monk.THE HAIKU REVIEW:        Detective series          that is clever and funny.              Neurotically great! THE FULL REVIEW:  I have been wanting to see this show for at least a year now.  I somehow find Tony Shalhoub extremely funny.  He was in Barton Fink, and the Men in Black movies.  He was even funny in Wings, and, dare I say it, Stark </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106071292708388441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106071292708388441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106071292708388441' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-106008912096752793</id><published>2003-08-05T09:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T18:24:00.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE THING:  The graffiti in the bathroom.THE HAIKU REVIEW:       Writing on the wall.          Are they artists or vandals?              Probably neither. THE FULL REVIEW:  Yes, I am about to do a review of what some fellows wrote while taking a poop. What is it about being in a toilet stall that causes people to feel inspired to write on the wall?  Can someone tell me, please?Of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106008912096752793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106008912096752793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106008912096752793' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-106002703119750463</id><published>2003-08-04T15:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T15:58:27.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE THING:  Trying to find a kid-friendly myth.THE HAIKU REVIEW:       Looking for a tale          related to the night sky              that is G-rated. THE FULL REVIEW:  Why do all the myths and legends of the night sky have to do with violence and horror and perverse sexuality??Every other month I do a storytellting show for little kids in the Planetarium... I have to search around </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106002703119750463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/106002703119750463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106002703119750463' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-105993629728533877</id><published>2003-08-03T14:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T15:13:44.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE THING:  Finding an apartment.THE HAIKU REVIEW:       An aprtment hunt          which may have ended quickly...              I hope not too quick! THE FULL REVIEW:  So I have to find myself a place to live!  Looks like the house is closing on September 18th.  We just had a home inspection; as long a Mr. Inspector Man doesn't suggest we should tear down and rebuild, I think it's on!So </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/105993629728533877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/105993629728533877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#105993629728533877' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-105993574177002252</id><published>2003-08-03T14:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T14:35:41.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE THING:  This little story: The Poacher, by Ursula LeGuin.THE HAIKU REVIEW:       A brief adventure          of a boy leaving his life              to tunnel elsewhere. THE FULL REVIEW:  I don't think I've read any Ursula LeGuin before!  I've read SciFi/Fantasy stuff my whole life, and I always saw her stuff creeping around, but never picked anything up.This was a nice tale of a boy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/105993574177002252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/105993574177002252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#105993574177002252' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292103.post-105993486948515809</id><published>2003-08-03T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T14:26:02.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE THING:  This radio station: WDST, Radio Woodstock -- World Class RockTHE HAIKU REVIEW:             Always employing          music that I'm enjoying.              Never annoying. THE FULL REVIEW:  [I wonder if that is the first rhyming haiku in history.  Sorry about that.]WDST is from Woodstock, NY.  Not exactly where the big ol' concert was held, but it is its namesake.It is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/105993486948515809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292103/posts/default/105993486948515809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reviewhaiku.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#105993486948515809' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917408073074208078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1128/171/1600/fuzzface.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
