<?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-5737355</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:22:40.613+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The BullPit</title><subtitle type='html'>Asswiping material just for you..............</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-114043206013466983</id><published>2006-02-20T16:30:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T16:41:01.013+06:00</updated><title type='text'>How high are these walls?</title><summary type='text'>Ever wonder if there something more to life? These days everything seems so "same old same old". Doesn't it get to you? Work work work, and when it come to relaxing we seem to be slip into the old routine of doing the same things again and again. At least that's how I feel. Sometimes it just feels like I'm in a rut and I want to get out, but I'm the only one trying and everyone else is quite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/114043206013466983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/114043206013466983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114043206013466983' title='How high are these walls?'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-112960244426476311</id><published>2005-10-18T07:43:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T08:27:26.733+06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your Carrot?</title><summary type='text'>Pretty much everything you're offered in life is a Carrot. Doesn't make sense? Remember the story of dangling a Carrot in front of a Donkey to make it go faster? Oh yeah, that's what I mean. Humans are essentially Donkey's and all good things offered to them are Carrots. Think about it. My paycheck is a Carrot. Why? Because if it wasn't dangled in front of me, I would sleep my sorry ass off and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/112960244426476311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/112960244426476311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112960244426476311' title='What&apos;s your Carrot?'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-109540898497713757</id><published>2004-09-17T14:08:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T16:15:17.883+06:00</updated><title type='text'>On those tests</title><summary type='text'>Didn't have much time to go through all the tests or the MBTI blah blah....but it's interesting.Don't quite agree with the first test I took, but the right brain left brain thing was interesting.....Global Personality Test ResultsStability (60%) moderately high which suggests you are relaxed, calm, secure, unemotional but possibly too unobservant of your feelings.Orderliness (36%) moderately</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/109540898497713757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/109540898497713757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109540898497713757' title='On those tests'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-109531156474790295</id><published>2004-09-16T11:08:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T11:12:44.746+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbie...</title><summary type='text'>  Wow, a month. Haven’t blogged in a month. Fascinating. Been too busy. Bloody MSN has been bloody blocked by bloody I.T. Bloody Anal Retentive Bastards (aka BARB’s) (I can safely say this now cos I’ve sort of left my IT career behind).    Anyways, time seems such a precious commodity now. I long for those days where I did nothing but lounge about and read a book and stuff my face with food. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/109531156474790295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/109531156474790295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109531156474790295' title='Barbie...'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-109238338625689782</id><published>2004-08-13T13:26:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T13:55:35.726+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paraskevidekatriaphobia</title><summary type='text'>Hah! More horribly long words! Paraskevidekatriaphobia means Fear of Friday the 13th. Fascinating. Seriously who sits and comes up with these words? Seems like the trend from the late 70's todate has been to name anythign and everythign. (why do I always end my ng's as gn's, typo typo typo). Seems like the world wants to label EVERYTHING. For example,I'm feelign lazy to take a bath - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/109238338625689782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/109238338625689782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109238338625689782' title='Paraskevidekatriaphobia'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-109237684669227743</id><published>2004-08-13T11:34:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T12:00:46.693+06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fly you fools" - Gandalf (In the mines of Moria)</title><summary type='text'>This world is full of idiots. Hence the defn's in the previous post. Of course when I say Idiot here, I mean the usual proper meaning of the word.  Anyways gettign back to my point about idiots. Is intelligence doled out in quantities? Is it a percentage? Is there only a finite quantity of it in existence? Because this country seems to have got more than it's fair share.eg 1:- You meet someone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/109237684669227743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/109237684669227743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109237684669227743' title='&quot;Fly you fools&quot; - Gandalf (In the mines of Moria)'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-109237527348977297</id><published>2004-08-13T11:23:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T11:34:33.490+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiot - A few definitions</title><summary type='text'>Definitions of idiot on the Web:  a person of subnormal intelligencewww.cogsci.princeton.edu/cgi-bin/webwn &lt;&gt; Intrusion Detection In Our Time. A system that detects intrusions using pattern-matching.  (In the immortal words of Tim Taylor - Guahhh???)www.tsl.state.tx.us/ld/pubs/compsecurity/glossary.html&lt;/&gt;  A member of a large and powerful tribe whose influence in human affairs has always been</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/109237527348977297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/109237527348977297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109237527348977297' title='Idiot - A few definitions'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-109213536975658016</id><published>2004-08-10T16:52:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T17:10:00.523+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fascinating....</title><summary type='text'>In order to laugh at something, it is necessary (1) to know what you are laughing at, (2) to know why you are laughing, (3) to ask some people why they think you are laughing, (4) to jot down a few notes, (5) to laugh. Even then, the thing may not be cleared up for days.Truth is stranger than fiction; fiction has to make sense.A forty-five letter word connoting a lung disease, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/109213536975658016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/109213536975658016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109213536975658016' title='Fascinating....'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-109179233183139836</id><published>2004-08-06T17:37:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T17:41:23.276+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Does everyone get this too...</title><summary type='text'>I did that quiz thing from N's site. Ended up getting the same result as her. The Fight Club. Hmmmm....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/109179233183139836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/109179233183139836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109179233183139836' title='Does everyone get this too...'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-109178094779978796</id><published>2004-08-06T14:17:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T14:29:07.800+06:00</updated><title type='text'>And he's who?</title><summary type='text'>Yesterdays news."Olympic president Jacques Rogge believes Athens is ready to host the 2004 Summer Games. The chief of the International Olympic Committee made his views known after arriving in the Greek capital nine days prior to the start of the Games"A bit late in the day to say this isn't it? After all the bloody thin is supposed to start NEXT week.  And this guy is WHO? President of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/109178094779978796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/109178094779978796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109178094779978796' title='And he&apos;s who?'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-109177918231107053</id><published>2004-08-06T13:51:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T14:15:48.796+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooh ooh....</title><summary type='text'>GRRRRRARARARARAOOOOOOWAAAAAAA!!!Just had to get that out. What with my posting being erratic and all that, it was very annoying that both times that I got any kinda post done - the power went off. Yes yes I know there are ways of overcoming this, but I can't be bothere. So there. Nuff said.Spik is blogging! No wonder the weather went awry. But then can't blame it all on him, maybe the planets </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/109177918231107053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/109177918231107053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109177918231107053' title='Ooh ooh....'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-108814873960903339</id><published>2004-06-25T13:11:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T13:32:19.610+06:00</updated><title type='text'>A good day...(so far)</title><summary type='text'>Day iz gutWell so far. It started with me not having much work to do today. But it got better. Day get bettahI tried to watch the yngland-Portugal match yesterday and fell asleep. Yngland were leading 1-0 at the time. I come in to work today and find that they've lost to Portugal in a penalty shoot out! WooHoo!!! Serves those imperialistic, decadent, whining dumb schmucks right! WooHoo! Up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/108814873960903339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/108814873960903339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108814873960903339' title='A good day...(so far)'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-108746777261127123</id><published>2004-06-17T16:22:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T16:22:52.610+06:00</updated><title type='text'>What SuperHero Are You?</title><summary type='text'>What SuperHero Are You?I turned out to be Wolverine! WooHoo!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/108746777261127123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/108746777261127123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108746777261127123' title='What SuperHero Are You?'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-10873764596510629</id><published>2004-06-16T14:43:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T15:00:59.653+06:00</updated><title type='text'>I is a G-Male....</title><summary type='text'>Yeehaw, I got G-mail! Dunno why I'm THIS excited, cos I don't really mail people much. But then it's always nice to get something before most other people get it. Such vain creatures are we!Just finished talking to Captain Cool. Yes the same man who waddled around a Cricket pitch. Did a little chat session with him, where he proceeded to blast Mr. Diuretic-Phone-Sexing-Mama's-Boy-Warne. Anyways,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/10873764596510629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/10873764596510629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#10873764596510629' title='I is a G-Male....'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-108694386626689452</id><published>2004-06-11T14:50:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T14:51:06.266+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Homer</title><summary type='text'>Apprntly this is what Homer would say to me..."Lisa, if you don't like your job, you don't strike. You just go in every day and do it really half-assed. That's the American way!" Fascinating.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/108694386626689452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/108694386626689452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108694386626689452' title='Homer'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-108693692290272039</id><published>2004-06-11T12:38:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T12:55:22.903+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey hey hey</title><summary type='text'>Litening to Live - Dolphins cry, right now. Pictured Lion Dude from Narnia on the mic. That's how much that Photosynthesis Process Band has been ingrained in my head. And it's not just that song - lots more. I actually prefer some of their versions than the originals. Which is why it's all the more sadder that I will probably never hear them again. Yeah, they're splitting up. One last gig to go, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/108693692290272039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/108693692290272039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108693692290272039' title='Hey hey hey'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-108600070154643134</id><published>2004-05-31T16:35:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T16:51:41.546+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peek-a-boo-boo...</title><summary type='text'>WHOOSH....and I return! Yes tis me the big eating rather lazy highly opinionated whatsit whatnot watchamaycallit! This post has been late in coming cos it comes from a long long way. I have moved on in my quest for the right kinda workplace that suits me. So far it seems to be ok. Rather far to travel to, but it's a nice ride getting there.Hmmm so what's hapened since the last blog....err....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/108600070154643134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/108600070154643134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108600070154643134' title='Peek-a-boo-boo...'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-107709562087689217</id><published>2004-02-18T15:13:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T15:15:35.700+06:00</updated><title type='text'>A reluctant  bog….blg….blo….blog</title><summary type='text'>After being prodded copiously (ahem ahem) by Loki, I’ve been motivated enough to write again. It’s been a while, and lots of things have happened since the last post. I hardly seem to have time do much these days. Strange because, I don’t seem to be doing much. R &amp; J is taking up a lot of my time, hardly get to meet Spike and Co. and mess about. But this week has been less hectic. Lazing about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/107709562087689217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/107709562087689217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107709562087689217' title='A reluctant  &lt;em&gt;bog….blg….blo….&lt;/em&gt;blog'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-106931811225064858</id><published>2003-11-20T14:48:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T14:48:57.340+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clowns and Bears......</title><summary type='text'>The Circus is in town. As usual the clowns are the star attraction! But this time the Clowns have something really special for us. Because this time the Clowns perform with the famous Huggy Bears! Actually the Clowns and the Huggy Bears go back a long way and have been performing together for a while now. But it’s only now that the HB’s have decided to market themselves as a product/act. If you’</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106931811225064858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106931811225064858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106931811225064858' title='Clowns and Bears......'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-106931095012109780</id><published>2003-11-20T12:49:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T14:50:31.576+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...............</title><summary type='text'>Finding Nemo! Finding Nemo! Finding Nemo! Finding Nemo! Go, watch, now! Errrr……ok, I suppose everyone has already watched it and I am one of the last to do so, considering the movie’s been out for a while. Anyways, I loved the movie. Never been much of an animated movie fan, in the sense, I never rushed out to borrow those movies. But this was something else. Besides a brilliant script, not too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106931095012109780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106931095012109780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106931095012109780' title='Finally...............'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-106930929664374022</id><published>2003-11-20T12:21:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T12:23:17.450+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zebra…..</title><summary type='text'>Famous people are hitting the news as usual these days. Beyonce wants her butt left alone. Apparently she wants people to stop taking photos of her butt and more of her face. So why she keeps displaying it prominently by wearing hot pants and revealing skirts is beyond me. I think she should display as much as she can, it brings great happiness to people. I think this world could do with more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106930929664374022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106930929664374022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106930929664374022' title='Zebra…..'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-106871097055911743</id><published>2003-11-13T14:09:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T14:10:39.560+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspectives.................</title><summary type='text'>It’s important that we all try to understand each others perspectives on any given subject. Actually it’s imperative we do that. Unfortunately it never happens. We believe what we believe, and thereby what we believe is ultimately right. Therefore everyone else is wrong, right? Wrong.Viewpoints, paradigms, beliefs are all subject to change, or should be subject to change. That is the first step </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106871097055911743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106871097055911743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106871097055911743' title='Perspectives.................'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-106862307883506299</id><published>2003-11-12T13:44:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T13:44:35.890+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Errr.....this is about.....errrrr.......zzzzzzzzzzzz</title><summary type='text'>This is a post purely for the sake of posting.Completely uninspired.Haven’t been doing much. Changed phones; so I am happy about that. Changed my phone number as well, I think I’m happy about that. Machine is still busted, the PC that is, not the laptop I’m spewing this drivel from. Utterly bored at office and of office. Yes these are the rumblings of dissent. Prepare for an exit worthy of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106862307883506299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106862307883506299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106862307883506299' title='Errr.....this is about.....errrrr.......zzzzzzzzzzzz'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-106794235232248166</id><published>2003-11-04T16:39:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T16:39:10.666+06:00</updated><title type='text'>It gets better</title><summary type='text'>........parliament is being dissolved...........lovely........I wonder what else could go wrong........maybe the Black Hole of Sri Lanka will want me to wash her arse.....wouldn't put it past that she-cyclops...........</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106794235232248166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106794235232248166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106794235232248166' title='It gets better'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-106794202533154539</id><published>2003-11-04T16:33:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T16:35:59.966+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse..........</title><summary type='text'>Great news. Big Fat Bitch has sacked 3 key Ministers. Just when you thought the country might have chance of making it, the shit hits you right in the mouth. Doesn’t taste good at all. But seriously, The Wide Ass Bitch has fired the Defence, Interior and Information Ministers. While we can all have our own opinions on whether the LTTE is right or wrong, it helps to have one set of people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106794202533154539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106794202533154539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106794202533154539' title='Just when you thought it couldn&apos;t get any worse..........'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-106749798516641018</id><published>2003-10-30T13:13:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T13:12:58.950+06:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106749798516641018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106749798516641018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106749798516641018' title='.'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-106749759921471983</id><published>2003-10-30T13:06:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T13:06:33.080+06:00</updated><title type='text'>..................................</title><summary type='text'>Is it just me or does it happen to everyone? Have you experienced that fleeting moment of sheer insanity when someone has woken you up form a deep sleep? Just that moment where, you’ve been dreaming or having a nightmare and the next thing you know is, you’re staring at someone’s face. That freaks me out. To me THAT is the freakiest thing I’ve ever experienced. It’s pure concentrated insanity </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106749759921471983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106749759921471983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106749759921471983' title='..................................'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-106681779751472508</id><published>2003-10-22T16:16:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T16:16:37.406+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gremlins........</title><summary type='text'>I thought I'd posted this but it has mysteriously not appeared...anyways here it is now..........</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106681779751472508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106681779751472508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106681779751472508' title='Gremlins........'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-106681774116050331</id><published>2003-10-22T16:15:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T16:28:16.616+06:00</updated><title type='text'>B A R F......</title><summary type='text'>I have to blog about this, how can I not blog about this. It’s probably cruel, but I’ll do it anyways. Last night I went for the “Model of the Year” contest. As you can probably imagine, the title got me going the moment Mercutio asked me if I wanted to go with him for the event. So there I was dressed up (looking very spiffy if I do say so myself) looking forward to the event.The Event……..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106681774116050331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106681774116050331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106681774116050331' title='B A R F......'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-106680427211979446</id><published>2003-10-22T12:31:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T16:31:05.426+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>err...typo?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106680427211979446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106680427211979446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106680427211979446' title=''/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-106673169440308608</id><published>2003-10-21T16:21:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T16:21:34.363+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Horror........</title><summary type='text'>My day started out with a spot of spring-cleaning. I decided that it was about time that I got my laptop sorted out in terms of protection against Virii and Spyware. Much to my surprise and horror I found out in due course that I had harboured no less than 4 Worms and a myriad Spyware programs. To say that I was pissed off would be putting it mildly. Anyways after much cleaning and deleting and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106673169440308608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106673169440308608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106673169440308608' title='Horror........'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-106663035758493465</id><published>2003-10-20T12:12:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T16:00:42.740+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go figure..............</title><summary type='text'>It is death, it is deathIt is life, it is lifeIt is death, it is deathIt is life, it is lifeThis is the hairy man who caused the sun to shine again for meUp the ladder, up the ladder, Up to the topThe sun shines!In case you're wondering (and I know you are) WTF that's all about, hang on, the explanation follows. Death Metal lyrics it's not, me writing poetry while on hallucinogens - not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106663035758493465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106663035758493465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106663035758493465' title='Go figure..............'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-106662551287637048</id><published>2003-10-20T10:51:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T10:51:53.116+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Thirteen Thirteen...........</title><summary type='text'>The fateful 13th post. At least, I think it is. Maybe the most appalling thing possible will happen to me. Now what could that be? Here’s my list of The Most Appalling Things That Could Happen To Me.1.	Waking up in bed next to George Bush (Snr. Or Jnr)2.	Being stuck in an elevator with the Purple Dino (you know who that is)3.	Being stuck behind a fat woman with body odour in an elevator4.	</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106662551287637048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106662551287637048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106662551287637048' title='Thirteen Thirteen Thirteen...........'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-106638221086932397</id><published>2003-10-17T15:16:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T15:18:35.613+06:00</updated><title type='text'>The end is nigh................</title><summary type='text'>And the Lord said unto Moses “Verily, ye shall know that the Apocalypse will be heralded by the death of a behemoth and mirth of a Goldfish”Beware; the end of the world is nigh! Loki is chirpy! This almost as rare as seeing a dead whale on you local beach, if not rarer! Jokes aside, it’s good to see Loki out of her brooding moods, let’s hope that this is a forerunner to her personality brought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106638221086932397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106638221086932397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106638221086932397' title='The end is nigh................'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-106621316899720068</id><published>2003-10-15T16:19:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T16:19:28.850+06:00</updated><title type='text'>BTW...</title><summary type='text'>I have pictures of the Whale in question, courtesy of my 7250. If anyone wants a look, let me know.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106621316899720068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106621316899720068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106621316899720068' title='BTW...'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-106621175702846827</id><published>2003-10-15T15:55:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T16:20:57.830+06:00</updated><title type='text'>One wedding and a funeral.......</title><summary type='text'>No I haven’t got the title of the movie wrong. That’s what happened today. My receptionist/boss’s secretary/whatever got married today. So I plodded over (well, drove really) to the GOH and was promptly bored. I was reminded of why I don’t like going for weddings. Anyways after bulldozing my way through the food I decided to go over and take a look at the beached whale. While some of you might </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106621175702846827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106621175702846827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106621175702846827' title='One wedding and a funeral.......'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-106610917642732853</id><published>2003-10-14T11:26:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T12:55:58.426+06:00</updated><title type='text'>A long sojourn, it has been.....</title><summary type='text'>It is done. The great battle has been fought, the weak have fallen and the strong stand proud over them. The battle was long, arduous and there were times when faith was questioned. But as the smoke clears, the true believers rejoice, for they see only ONE colour shining brightly about all others……And from the pile of rotting bodies rises the one true leader. The strongest and greatest of them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106610917642732853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106610917642732853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106610917642732853' title='A long sojourn, it has been.....'/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-106491014344539802</id><published>2003-09-30T14:22:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T14:22:23.356+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate Track point devices. This is a disaster. Nothing can replace a Mouse (perhaps with the exception of a motion detector glove). Apart from the feel of something sufficiently large and round under your palm, the control and usability of the Mouse are vastly greater than a frickin Track point or Sensor Pad!Anyways, as you can see I am not loving certain things about my laptop.It’s been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106491014344539802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106491014344539802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106491014344539802' title=''/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-106376937256785845</id><published>2003-09-17T09:29:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T16:39:00.890+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There should be a law against false advertising. Hang on, there IS one isn’t there? Well I want to use it against a movie. The movie in question is The Good Girl, starring Jennifer Aniston and a few other also rans. MY problem is that it said “Romance, Comedy and Drama” a the back of the DVD, and in truth it was more like snore, yawn, yawn, did I mention yawn. Ok there were a coupla scenes with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106376937256785845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106376937256785845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106376937256785845' title=''/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-106369355955579738</id><published>2003-09-16T12:25:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T12:33:56.350+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feeling strangely euphoric and tired. I think I had a good dream, but for the life of me I can’t remember what it was. And wonder of wonders, I woke up early too, after sleeping late (1.30), which leads me to believe the good dream theory is true.Yesterday was Roady boi’s birthday. Boi is getting older but still shows no sign of aging. Maybe the secret is in having a shaved head. I must try </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106369355955579738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106369355955579738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106369355955579738' title=''/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-106360054089847814</id><published>2003-09-15T10:35:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T10:42:30.953+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was AWESOME! Schumi RULES! Ferrari Rules! I know I know, I sound like some hormone overfilled teenager. But you have no idea what it was like to see Ferrari back in the lead dominating all the way through. In case you’re wondering this is F1 that I’m talking about. Anyways, the next coupla races should be pretty amazing.Saturday……went to Cas, after months of Blue-ing. Geez, that place</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106360054089847814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106360054089847814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106360054089847814' title=''/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-106327317646670293</id><published>2003-09-11T15:39:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T15:39:36.526+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“To blog or not to blog?” The question I pondered today. In the end, as you can see, I’ did. But what shall I write about?I finally finished the new (almost) Harry Potter book. Yes I know, most of you read that months ago. But consider, I have been able to read it only when I go to the loo. And in retrospect, it’s appropriate loo material, i.e.: - it’s full shit. The book reminds me of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106327317646670293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106327317646670293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106327317646670293' title=''/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-106310172237606205</id><published>2003-09-09T16:02:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T16:17:34.060+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, a long sojourn from blogging. Was determined not make this a habit, well, not that there was anything much to write about. I’m not a daily blogger, not into this big sharing thing instigated by “god’s gift mankind” (the Americans). An example that is best illustrated by the joke “How many Americans does it take to change a light bulb? Five. One to change the bulb, and the other Four to share </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106310172237606205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106310172237606205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106310172237606205' title=''/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-106247938415332252</id><published>2003-09-02T11:09:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T11:09:44.220+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This following bit of code is designed by some bloke named gaydeceiver, go figure.........</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106247938415332252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106247938415332252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106247938415332252' title=''/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-106247929937498581</id><published>2003-09-02T11:08:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T11:08:19.440+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bill GatesCircle I LimboMost of the Sri Lankan massesCircle II Whirling in a Dark &amp; Stormy WindTraffic copsCircle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail &amp; SnowRednecksCircle IV Rolling WeightsShock Absorber bra makersCircle V Stuck in Mud, MangledRiver StyxPurple Dino'sCircle VI Buried for EternityRiver PhlegyasSelf pitying womenCircle VII Burning SandsTony BlairCircle IIX Immersed in ExcrementGeorge </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106247929937498581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106247929937498581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106247929937498581' title=''/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-106247529985214605</id><published>2003-09-02T10:01:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T10:01:39.890+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ola, Habla esta espanol? No? Fine fine, I’ll stop the weak attempt at Spanish/Latin/whatever. Just trying to do something new.Watched a cool movie yesterday, The Life of David Gale. Watch it it’s an amazing whodunit. Keeps you in suspense right till the end, awesome. In other news, Onstage sucked, sucked, sucked. Sucked like a 50-year-old toothless hooker. If you ever have the need to look up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106247529985214605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106247529985214605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106247529985214605' title=''/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-106213398350535090</id><published>2003-08-29T11:13:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T16:42:13.810+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah a new day a new beginning, I wonder who said that first? Anyways, my new beginning was pretty much like those bunker busters that Bush fired at Osama. Phew! Not pretty. Staggered into office wishing I didn't have to, but then I do that pretty much every day. I mean, how many of us really want to go to work? Maybe some of us like what we do, but still, given the choice……..would you want to go?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106213398350535090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106213398350535090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106213398350535090' title=''/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-106204537578583392</id><published>2003-08-28T10:36:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T10:36:15.746+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BTW Haloscan isn't doing new signup's hence the no show of comments on my blog :(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106204537578583392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106204537578583392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106204537578583392' title=''/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737355.post-106204518046324044</id><published>2003-08-28T10:33:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T16:35:44.480+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Right. Here I am, at last. Sold my soul to the Devil, gave in, joined the Blogging masses. I suppose it’s inevitable, let’s just see how long this lasts. Anyways, I’m here now, INSPIRED to write. No no nothing earth shattering (well something like that – you’ll see) or life altering has happened to me. Does that kinda thing have to happen for someone to be inspired? Interesting topic, but I’m </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106204518046324044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737355/posts/default/106204518046324044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpit.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106204518046324044' title=''/><author><name>Taurus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
